He replied vivaciously:—
“Yes, respected sir.
At eight o’clock, I must be at my landlord’s.”
“I will be here at six, and I will fetch you the sixty francs.”
“My benefactor!” exclaimed Jondrette, overwhelmed.
And he added, in a low tone:
“Take a good look at him, wife!”
M. Leblanc had taken the arm of the young girl, once more, and had turned towards the door.
“Farewell until this evening, my friends!” said he.
“Six o’clock?” said Jondrette.
“Six o’clock precisely.”
At that moment, the overcoat lying on the chair caught the eye of the elder Jondrette girl.
“You are forgetting your coat, sir,” said she.
Jondrette darted an annihilating look at his daughter, accompanied by a formidable shrug of the shoulders.
M. Leblanc turned back and said, with a smile:—
“I have not forgotten it, I am leaving it.”
“O my protector!” said Jondrette, “my august benefactor, I melt into tears!
Permit me to accompany you to your carriage.”
“If you come out,” answered M. Leblanc, “put on this coat.
It really is very cold.”
Jondrette did not need to be told twice.
He hastily donned the brown great-coat.
And all three went out, Jondrette preceding the two strangers.
CHAPTER X—TARIFF OF LICENSED CABS: TWO FRANCS AN HOUR
Marius had lost nothing of this entire scene, and yet, in reality, had seen nothing.
His eyes had remained fixed on the young girl, his heart had, so to speak, seized her and wholly enveloped her from the moment of her very first step in that garret.
During her entire stay there, he had lived that life of ecstasy which suspends material perceptions and precipitates the whole soul on a single point.
He contemplated, not that girl, but that light which wore a satin pelisse and a velvet bonnet.
The star Sirius might have entered the room, and he would not have been any more dazzled.
While the young girl was engaged in opening the package, unfolding the clothing and the blankets, questioning the sick mother kindly, and the little injured girl tenderly, he watched her every movement, he sought to catch her words.
He knew her eyes, her brow, her beauty, her form, her walk, he did not know the sound of her voice.
He had once fancied that he had caught a few words at the Luxembourg, but he was not absolutely sure of the fact.
He would have given ten years of his life to hear it, in order that he might bear away in his soul a little of that music.
But everything was drowned in the lamentable exclamations and trumpet bursts of Jondrette.
This added a touch of genuine wrath to Marius’ ecstasy. He devoured her with his eyes.
He could not believe that it really was that divine creature whom he saw in the midst of those vile creatures in that monstrous lair.
It seemed to him that he beheld a humming-bird in the midst of toads.
When she took her departure, he had but one thought, to follow her, to cling to her trace, not to quit her until he learned where she lived, not to lose her again, at least, after having so miraculously re-discovered her.
He leaped down from the commode and seized his hat.
As he laid his hand on the lock of the door, and was on the point of opening it, a sudden reflection caused him to pause.
The corridor was long, the staircase steep, Jondrette was talkative, M. Leblanc had, no doubt, not yet regained his carriage; if, on turning round in the corridor, or on the staircase, he were to catch sight of him, Marius, in that house, he would, evidently, take the alarm, and find means to escape from him again, and this time it would be final.
What was he to do?
Should he wait a little?
But while he was waiting, the carriage might drive off.
Marius was perplexed.
At last he accepted the risk and quitted his room.
There was no one in the corridor.
He hastened to the stairs.
There was no one on the staircase.
He descended in all haste, and reached the boulevard in time to see a fiacre turning the corner of the Rue du Petit-Banquier, on its way back to Paris.