But the force of their example was too great for her to ignore it entirely; she contented herself with about half their gains.
Only to M. Niepce did she charge more than to the others, because he was a shopkeeper.
The four men appreciated their paradise.
In them developed that agreeable feeling of security which solitary males find only under the roof of a landlady who is at once prompt, honest, and a votary of cleanliness.
Sophia hung a slate near the frontdoor, and on this slate they wrote their requests for meals, for being called, for laundry-work, etc.
Sophia never made a mistake, and never forgot.
The perfection of the domestic machine amazed these men, who had been accustomed to something quite different, and who every day heard harrowing stories of discomfort and swindling from their acquaintances.
They even admired Sophia for making them pay, if not too high, still high.
They thought it wonderful that she should tell them the price of all things in advance, and even show them how to avoid expense, particularly in the matter of warmth.
She arranged rugs for each of them, so that they could sit comfortably in their rooms with nothing but a small charcoal heater for the hands.
Quite naturally they came to regard her as the paragon and miracle of women.
They endowed her with every fine quality.
According to them there had never been such a woman in the history of mankind; there could not have been!
She became legendary among their friends: a young and elegant creature, surpassingly beautiful, proud, queenly, unapproachable, scarcely visible, a marvellous manager, a fine cook and artificer of strange English dishes, utterly reliable, utterly exact and with habits of order ...!
They adored the slight English accent which gave a touch of the exotic to her very correct and freely idiomatic French.
In short, Sophia was perfect for them, an impossible woman.
Whatever she did was right.
And she went up to her room every night with limbs exhausted, but with head clear enough to balance her accounts and go through her money.
She did this in bed with thick gloves on.
If often she did not sleep well, it was not because of the distant guns, but because of her preoccupation with the subject of finance.
She was making money, and she wanted to make more.
She was always inventing ways of economy.
She was so anxious to achieve independence that money was always in her mind.
She began to love gold, to love hoarding it, and to hate paying it away.
One morning her charwoman, who by good fortune was nearly as precise as Sophia herself, failed to appear.
When the moment came for serving M. Niepce's breakfast, Sophia hesitated, and then decided to look after the old man personally.
She knocked at his door, and went boldly in with the tray and candle.
He started at seeing her; she was wearing a blue apron, as the charwoman did, but there could be no mistaking her for the charwoman.
Niepce looked older in bed than when dressed.
He had a rather ridiculous, undignified appearance, common among old men before their morning toilette is achieved; and a nightcap did not improve it.
His rotund paunch lifted the bedclothes, upon which, for the sake of extra warmth, he had spread unmajestic garments.
Sophia smiled to herself; but the contempt implied by that secret smile was softened by the thought: "Poor old man!"
She told him briefly that she supposed the charwoman to be ill.
He coughed and moved nervously.
His benevolent and simple face beamed on her paternally as she fixed the tray by the bed.
"I really must open the window for one little second," she said, and did so.
The chill air of the street came through the closed shutters, and the old man made a noise as of shivering.
She pushed back the shutters, and closed the window, and then did the same with the other two windows.
It was almost day in the room.
"You will no longer need the candle," she said, and came back to the bedside to extinguish it.
The benign and fatherly old man put his arm round her waist.
Fresh from the tonic of pure air, and with the notion of his ridiculousness still in her mind, she was staggered for an instant by this gesture.
She had never given a thought to the temperament of the old grocer, the husband of a young wife.
She could not always imaginatively keep in mind the effect of her own radiance, especially under such circumstances.
But after an instant her precocious cynicism, which had slept, sprang up.
"Naturally!
I might have expected it!" she thought with blasting scorn.
"Take away your hand!" she said bitterly to the amiable old fool. She did not stir.
He obeyed, sheepishly.
"Do you wish to remain with me?" she asked, and as he did not immediately answer, she said in a most commanding tone: "Answer, then!"