第46章 THE MAN-MILLINER.(5)
"Here am I，" cried he； "and an awful rage I am in. Why， I have been waiting twenty minutes. I don't care a curse for your rules and regulations."The tailor was furious at this intrusion； but as Mascarin was present， and he felt that he must respect his orders， he by a great effort controlled himself.
"Had I known， sir，" said he sulkily， "that you were here----"These few words mollified the gorgeous youth， who at once broke in.
"I accept your apologies，" cried he； "the lackeys remove our arms， the joust is over. My horses have been standing all this time， and may have taken cold. Of course you have seen my horses. Splendid animals， are they not？ Zora is in the other room. Quick， fetch her here."With these words he rushed into the passage and shouted out， "Zora， Mademoiselle de Chantemille， my dear one， come hither."The renowned tailor was exquisitely uncomfortable at so terrible a scene in his establishment. He cast an appealing glance at Mascarin， but the face of the agent seemed carved in marble. As to Paul， he was quite prepared to accept this young gentleman as a perfect type of the glass of fashion and the mould of form， and could not forbear pitying him in his heart. He went across the room to Mascarin.
"Is there no way，" whispered he， "of saving this poor young fellow？"Mascarin smiled one of those livid smiles which chilled the hearts of those who knew him thoroughly.
"In fifteen minutes，" said he， "I will put the same question to you， leaving you to reply to it. Hush， this is the first real test that you have been subjected to； if you are not strong enough to go through it， then we had better say farewell. Be firm， for a thunderbolt is about to fall！"The manner in which these apparently trivial words were spoken startled Paul， who， by a strong effort， recovered his self-possession；but， prepared as he was， it was with the utmost difficulty that he stifled the expression of rage and surprise that rose to his lips at the sight of the woman who entered the room. The Madame de Chantemille， the Zora of the youthful Gandelu， was there， attired in what to his eyes seemed a most dazzling costume. Rose seemed a little timid as Gandelu almost dragged her into the room.
"How silly you are！" said he. "What is there to be frightened at？ He is only in a rage with his flunkies for having kept us waiting."Zora sank negligently into an easy chair， and the gorgeously attired youth addressed the all-powerful Van Klopen.
"Well， have you invented a costume that will be worthy of Madame's charms？"For a few moments Van Klopen appeared to be buried in profound meditation.
"Ah，" said he， raising his hand with a grandiloquent gesture， "I have it； I can see it all in my mind's eye.""What a man！" murmured Gaston in deep admiration.
"Listen，" resumed the tailor， his eye flashing with the fire of genius. "First， a walking costume with a polonaise and a cape /a la pensionnaire/； bodice， sleeves， and underskirt of a brilliant chestnut----"He might have continued in this strain for a long time， and Zora would not have heard a word， for she had caught sight of Paul， and in spite of all her audacity， she nearly fainted. She was so ill at ease， that young Gandelu at last perceived it； but not knowing the effect that the appearance of Paul would necessarily cause， and being also rather dull of comprehension he could not understand the reason for it.
"Hold hard， Van Klopen， hold hard！ the joy has been too much for her， and I will lay you ten to one that she is going into hysterics."Mascarin saw that Paul's temper might blaze forth at any moment， and so hastened to put an end to a scene which was as absurd as it was dangerous.
"Well， Van Klopen， I will say farewell，" said he. "Good morning， madame； good morning， sir；" and taking Paul by the arm， he led him away by a private exit which did not necessitate their passing through the great reception-room.
It was time for him to do so， and not until they were in the street did the wily Mascarin breathe freely.
"Well， what do you say， now？" asked he.
Paul's vanity had been so deeply wounded， and the effort that he had made to restrain himself so powerful， that he could only reply by a gasp.
"He felt it more than I thought he would，" said Mascarin to himself.
"The fresh air will revive him."
Paul's legs bent under him， and he staggered so that Mascarin led him into a little /café/ hard by， and ordered a glass of cognac， and in a short time Paul was himself once again.
"You are better now，" observed Mascarin； and then， believing it would be best to finish his work， he added， "A quarter of an hour ago Ipromised that I would ask you to settle what our intentions were to be regarding M. de Gandelu.""That is enough，" broke in Paul， violently.
Mascarin put on his most benevolent smile.
"You see，" remarked he， "how circumstances change ideas. Now you are getting quite reasonable.""Yes， I am reasonable enough now； that is， that I mean to be wealthy.
You have no need to urge me on any more. I am willing to do whatever you desire， for I will never again endure degradation like that I have gone through to-day.""You have let temper get the better of you，" returned Mascarin， with a shrug of his shoulders.
"My anger may pass over， but my determination will remain as strong as ever.""Do not decide without thinking the matter well over，" answered the agent. "To-day you are your own master； but if you give yourself up to me， you must resign your dearly loved liberty.""I am prepared for all."
Victory had inclined to the side of Mascarin， and he was proportionally jubilant.
"Good，" said he. "Then Dr. Hortebise shall introduce you to Martin Rigal， the father of Mademoiselle Flavia， and one week after your marriage I will give you a duke's coronet to put on the panels of your carriage."