The Son of Monte-Cristo

by Jules Lermina

  CHAPTER XVI.

  WALK IN, GENTLEMEN!

  While Gudel and Fanfar were making arrangements for the representationof the evening, while Fongereues and Cyprien exchanged their honestconfidences, Robeccal went forth to meet La Roulante.

  It was this amiable giantess whom Gudel had been foolish enough tomarry, although what charms he had discovered in this mountain of fleshit would be difficult to say. But he was alone; he was very unhappy overhis wife's death, and La Roulante had consoled him. When once inpossession of Gudel's name, this woman frankly threw aside the mask anddisplayed her real qualities and disposition. She was covetous andintemperate, presenting, in fact, an extraordinary specimen of humandepravity. She hated Caillette for her youth and her beauty; she hatedFanfar for his goodness, and hated Gudel for his patience and for hisgood spirits.

  Robeccal joined the troop. Gudel had found him dying of hunger, and hadrescued him. Soon he and Roulante were on excellent terms; both werethoroughly vicious. This liaison was furthermore cemented by a commonhatred, and now they wanted to kill Gudel and Fanfar. They wished tokeep Caillette that they might torture her as children torture youngbirds.

  These two excellent persons, Robeccal and the giantess, sat down by theroadside and talked over their plans.

  At this time the peasants had long been deprived of all amusements, andthe circus company had been welcomed with enthusiasm which wouldcertainly result in heavy receipts. If Iron Jaws should disappear byaccident, or in any other way, La Roulante would remain mistress of thismoney, of the chariot and the horses--a snug little fortune, if properlymanaged.

  The giantess only wished to get rid of Gudel, whom she now hated, andmarry this man whom she loved. It was clear that Gudel's suspicions wereexcited--in fact, his wife and Robeccal were doing their best to arousehim.

  If Gudel were dead, La Roulante would look out for his daughter, ofcourse, and the giantess saw opening before her a vista of delightfulcruelties she could practice on the girl. But Fanfar would certainly bein the way, for he never would allow the child to suffer, and thereforeit was plain that Fanfar should disappear with Gudel.

  Such steps as these required serious consideration, and it was growingdark when these two conspirators returned to Saint Ame.

  In the meantime, two of our friends were taking a walk. Though thejustice of this phraseology may be questioned, my readers shall judge.Bobichel placed his hat carefully on the side of the road, and thengravely began the charming exercise which is called the "frog." Bobicheldid this with the most remarkable ease, and his wittiest sallies wereuttered in this attitude.

  Caillette laughed, and at once began to dance, standing on the points ofher toes and whirling round and round.

  But they were not so absorbed in their practice that they refrained fromtalking.

  "You are sad," said Bobichel.

  "No," answered Caillette, suddenly throwing out her left leg.

  Bobichel picked up a sou with his teeth.

  "Has anybody been worrying you, dear?" he asked, as soon as he haddisposed of the coin.

  "Nobody," answered the girl, dancing on. "If I am sad, it is aboutnothing, at all events. Everybody has dark hours--"

  "Indeed they have. And Caillette, listen. There are, indeed, peopleabout us,"--and the frog drew up his legs and jumped at least afoot--"this Robeccal will play us a trick some fine day, and yourfather's wife--well! we will see, we will see. But here they come, and Iam sure they have been plotting together."

  "Come, Bobichel, do not let us wait until they overtake us," criedCaillette.

  "Do you think I shall run away? Now you go on, little girl; after awhile I will overtake you. I want to have a little talk with thisvillain!"

  "Don't get into any trouble, papa would be offended."

  "Good-bye, then."

  Robeccal saw the girl run off toward the village, and a wicked smilegleamed over his face.

  "Good," he said, between his teeth, "we shall make you pay for that!"

  When he reached Bobichel, who was still in his frog attitude, the clowngave a flourish with his leg and his foot, quite by accident of course,knocking off Robeccal's hat.

  "Look out!" cried Robeccal.

  "Oh! a thousand pardons," answered Bobichel, "I did not see you!"

  "Didn't you! Well! little Caillette saw me, and ran away, as if thedevil were coming."

  "A girl's nonsense. Never mind her. I am glad she has gone. The truthis, these people are putting on airs, and I don't like it."

  Robeccal was no fool, and these words inspired him with suspicion. "Doeshe want me to talk?" he said to himself. And he was right in this idea.

  "And as for Fanfar!" continued Bobichel, now standing on his feet.

  "And what of him? You are as intimate as possible with Fanfar?"

  Bobichel, with a sagacious nod, replied, "Of course I am, he is themaster's favorite, but all the same I am not pleased with him. He eatsour bread, and what does he do?"

  "He adds to the success of the entertainments."

  "I think, Robeccal, you are trying to provoke me. Because he is strong,because he has learned a lot of things, and can play on a lot ofinstruments, does not prove that he is worth more than either of us."

  "Oh! if I only knew whether you were to be trusted!" cried Robeccal.

  Bobichel in vain tried to preserve utter impassibility. Robeccalsurprised a look in his eyes, which he translated at once as meaning,"He is going to speak. I have him."

  "I am to be trusted," said Bobichel, "particularly if there is a dirtypiece of business on hand!"

  This was enough. Robeccal was warned.

  "Well then," he said, in a whisper, "I am about to leave Gudel."

  "No, not really!"

  "And if you desire, we can start together. I know of a place where weshall be received with open arms. What will Iron Jaws do without us! Ilaugh when we think of it!"

  "It is a good idea," said Bobichel. "When shall we go?"

  "One of these nights, when it is not cold."

  "Have we far to go?"

  "What! Already afraid of fatigue? We will make that all easy, but I mustgo now!"

  "Where are you going?"

  "Come now, Bobichel, none of that! I don't like questions, and I don'tchoose to be watched!"

  And Robeccal walked off.

  The clown looked after him, and then began to pound his own head untiltears came to his eyes.

  "Idiot! Fool!" he muttered. "Will you never learn any sense. Why did youlet that rascal see your game? You must warn Fanfar without delay."

  And as he saw some boys looking at him, they thinking that his despairheightened his comic appearance, he began to run toward the inn.

  Gudel met him at the door.

  "Well, Bob, what is the matter? You look disturbed. Come in, and take aglass of wine. And Schwann, join us."

  An hour later, the Square of Saint Ame was bright with lights, to thegreat joy of the peasants, who uttered many ohs! and ahs! as theyentered the shed. Bobichel stood at the door.

  "Come in, gentlemen and ladies, come in!" And then he continued hisshouts. "Wonderful Spectacle. The amazing Iron Jaws! The Wild Woman! AndFanfar! Come in, gentlemen, come in!"

  Caillette, behind the curtain, was looking through a hole, with beatingheart, murmuring, "She is not coming."

  And Robeccal, passing La Roulante, whispered in her ear, "It is done!"

  A horse, covered with sweat, was pulled up before the door.

  "You have not forgotten me?" said Irene de Salves to Bobichel.

  Gudel came forward.

  "We were waiting for you before we began. But you are alone!"

  "My governess will be here in a moment."

  "She has come!" said Caillette, turning pale and looking up at Fanfar,who was arranging an iron chain, and did not seem to have heard.

  And the clown continued to say;

  "Come in, gentlemen, come in!"

  And the peasants, elbowing each other, said, "Oh! we must see thi
s; itwon't kill us for once."