"I say,my little Florville,are you cured already of your fancy?They told me that a Russian prince had carried you off.""Who carries off women in these days"said Florville (she who had cried,"Stop,wretched man!")."We stayed at Saint-Mande for ten days,and my prince got off with paying the forfeit money to the management.
The manager will go down on his knees to pray for some more Russian princes,"Florville continued,laughing;"the forfeit money was so much clear gain.""And as for you,child,"said Finot,turning to a pretty girl in a peasant's costume,"where did you steal these diamond ear-drops?Have you hooked an Indian prince?""No,a blacking manufacturer,an Englishman,who has gone off already.
It is not everybody who can find millionaire shopkeepers,tired of domestic life,whenever they like,as Florine does and Coralie.Aren't they just lucky?""Florville,you will make a bad entry,"said Lousteau;"the blacking has gone to your head!""If you want a success,"said Nathan,"instead of screaming,'He is saved!'like a Fury,walk on quite quietly,go to the staircase,and say,'He is saved,'in a chest voice,like Pasta's 'O patria,'in Tancreda.--There,go along!"and he pushed her towards the stage.
"It is too late,"said Vernou,"the effect has hung fire.""What did she do?the house is applauding like mad,"asked Lousteau.
"Went down on her knees and showed her bosom;that is her great resource,"said the blacking-maker's widow.
"The manager is giving up the stage box to us;you will find me there when you come,"said Finot,as Lousteau walked off with Lucien.
At the back of the stage,through a labyrinth of scenery and corridors,the pair climbed several flights of stairs and reached a little room on a third floor,Nathan and Felicien Vernou following them.
"Good-day or good-night,gentlemen,"said Florine.Then,turning to a short,stout man standing in a corner,"These gentlemen are the rulers of my destiny,"she said,my future is in their hands;but they will be under our table to-morrow morning,I hope,if M.Lousteau has forgotten nothing----""Forgotten!You are going to have Blondet of the Debats,"said Etienne,"the genuine Blondet,the very Blondet--Blondet himself,in short.""Oh!Lousteau,you dear boy!stop,I must give you a kiss,"and she flung her arms about the journalist's neck.Matifat,the stout person in the corner,looked serious at this.
Florine was thin;her beauty,like a bud,gave promise of the flower to come;the girl of sixteen could only delight the eyes of artists who prefer the sketch to the picture.All the quick subtlety of her character was visible in the features of the charming actress,who at that time might have sat for Goethe's Mignon.Matifat,a wealthy druggist of the Rue des Lombards,had imagined that a little Boulevard actress would have no very expensive tastes,but in eleven months Florine had cost him sixty thousand francs.Nothing seemed more extraordinary to Lucien than the sight of an honest and worthy merchant standing like a statue of the god Terminus in the actress'narrow dressing-room,a tiny place some ten feet square,hung with a pretty wall-paper,and adorned with a full-length mirror,a sofa,and two chairs.There was a fireplace in the dressing-closet,a carpet on the floor,and cupboards all round the room.A dresser was putting the finishing touches to a Spanish costume;for Florine was to take the part of a countess in an imbroglio.
"That girl will be the handsomest actress in Paris in five years'time,"said Nathan,turning to Felicien Vernou.
"By the by,darlings,you will take care of me to-morrow,won't you?"said Florine,turning to the three journalists."I have engaged cabs for to-night,for I am going to send you home as tipsy as Shrove Tuesday.Matifat has sent in wines--oh!wines worthy of Louis XVIII.,and engaged the Prussian ambassador's cook.""We expect something enormous from the look of the gentleman,"remarked Nathan.
"And he is quite aware that he is treating the most dangerous men in Paris,"added Florine.
Matifat was looking uneasily at Lucien;he felt jealous of the young man's good looks.
"But here is some one that I do not know,"Florine continued,confronting Lucien."Which of you has imported the Apollo Belvedere from Florence?He is as charming as one of Girodet's figures.""He is a poet,mademoiselle,from the provinces.I forgot to present him to you;you are so beautiful to-night that you put the Complete Guide to Etiquette out of a man's head----""Is he so rich that he can afford to write poetry?"asked Florine.
"Poor as Job,"said Lucien.
"It is a great temptation for some of us,"said the actress.
Just then the author of the play suddenly entered,and Lucien beheld M.du Bruel,a short,attenuated young man in an overcoat,a composite human blend of the jack-in-office,the owner of house-property,and the stockbroker.
"Florine,child,"said this personage,"are you sure of your part,eh?
No slips of memory,you know.And mind that scene in the second act,make the irony tell,bring out that subtle touch;say,'I do not love you,'just as we agreed.""Why do you take parts in which you have to say such things?"asked Matifat.
The druggist's remark was received with a general shout of laughter.
"What does it matter to you,"said Florine,"so long as I don't say such things to you,great stupid?--Oh!his stupidity is the pleasure of my life,"she continued,glancing at the journalist."Upon my word,I would pay him so much for every blunder,if it would not be the ruin of me.""Yes,but you will look at me when you say it,as you do when you are rehearsing,and it gives me a turn,"remonstrated the druggist.
"Very well,then,I will look at my friend Lousteau here."A bell rang outside in the passage.
"Go out,all of you!"cried Florine;"let me read my part over again and try to understand it."Lucien and Lousteau were the last to go.Lousteau set a kiss on Florine's shoulder,and Lucien heard her say,"Not to-night.
