"My dear sir," said the tailor, "you attach too much importance to these hysterical outbursts. If you were in my place, you would soon have to put their right value on them. As I said before, I have to look after my own and my partners' interests. These dear creatures care for nothing but dress; father, husband, and children are as nothing in comparison. You cannot imagine what a woman will do in order to get a new dress, in which to outshine her rival. They only talk of their families when they are called on to pay up."Paul still continued to plead for some money for the poor lady, and the discussion was getting so warm that Mascarin felt bound to interfere.
"Perhaps," said he, "you have been a little hard.""Pooh," returned the tailor; "I know my customer; and to-morrow my account will be settled, and I know very well where the money will come from. Then she will give me another order, and we shall have the whole comedy over again. I know what I am about." And taking Mascarin into the window, he made some confidential communication, at which they both laughed heartily.
Paul, not wishing to appear to listen, examined the consulting-room, as Van Klopen termed it. He saw a great number of large scissors, yard measures, and patterns of material, and heaps of fashion plates.
By this time the two men had finished their conversation.
"I had," said Mascarin, as they returned to the fireplace, "I had meant to glance through the books; but you have so many customers waiting, that I had better defer doing so.""Is that all that hinders you?" returned Van Klopen, carelessly. "Wait a moment."He left the room, and in another moment his voice was heard.
"I am sorry, ladies, very sorry, on my word; but I am busy with my silk mercer. I shall not be very long.""We will wait," returned the ladies in chorus.
"That is the way," remarked Van Klopen, as he returned to the consulting-room. "Be civil to women, and they turn their backs on you;try and keep them off, and they run after you. If I was to put up 'no admittance' over my door, the street would be blocked up with women.
Business has never been better," continued the tailor, producing a large ledger. "Within the last ten days we have had in orders amounting to eighty-seven thousand francs.""Good!" answered Mascarin; "but let us have a look at the column headed 'Doubtful.' ""Here you are," returned the arbiter of fashion, as he turned over the leaves. "Mademoiselle Virginie Cluhe has ordered five theatrical costumes, two dinner, and three morning dresses.""That is a heavy order."
"I wanted for that reason to consult you. She doesn't owe us much--perhaps a thousand francs or so."
"That is too much, for I hear that her friend has come to grief. Do not decline the order, but avoid taking fresh ones."Van Klopen made a few mysterious signs in the margin of his ledger.
"On the 6th of this month the Countess de Mussidan gave us an order--a perfectly plain dress for her daughter. Her account is a very heavy one, and the Count has warned us that he will not pay it.""Never mind that. Go on with the order, put press for payment.""On the 7th a new customer came--Mademoiselle Flavia, the daughter of Martin Rigal, the banker."When Paul heard this name, he could not repress a start, of which, however, Mascarin affected to take no notice.
"My good friend," said he, turning to Van Klopen, "I confide this young lady to you; give her your whole stock if she asks for it."By the look of surprise which appeared upon the tailor's face, Paul could see that Mascarin was not prodigal of such recommendations.
"You shall be obeyed," said Van Klopen, with a bow.
"On the 8th a young gentleman of the name of Gaston de Gandelu was introduced by Lupeaux, the jeweller. His father is, I hear, very wealthy, and he will come into money on attaining his majority, which is near at hand. He brought with him a lady," continued the tailor, "and said her name was Zora de Chantemille, a tremendously pretty girl.""That young man is always in my way," said Mascarin. "I would give something to get him out of Paris."Van Klopen reflected for a moment. "I don't think that would be difficult," remarked he; "that young fellow is capable of any act of folly for that fair girl.""I think so too."
"Then the matter is easy. I will open an account with him; then, after a little, I will affect doubts as to his solvency, and ask for a bill;and we shall then place our young friend in the hands of the Mutual Loan Society, and M. Verminet will easily persuade him to write his name across the bottom of a piece of stamped paper. He will bring it to me; I will accept it, and then we shall have him hard and fast.""I should have proposed another course."
"I see no other way, however," He suddenly stopped, for a loud noise was heard in the ante-room, and the sound of voices in loud contention.
"I should like to know," said Van Klopen, rising to his feet, "who the impudent scoundrel is, who comes here kicking up a row. I expect that it is some fool of a husband.""Go and see what it is," suggested Mascarin.
"Not I! My servants are paid to spare me such annoyances."Presently the noise ceased.
"And now," resumed Mascarin, "let us return to our own affairs. Under the circumstances, your proposal appears to be a good one. How about writing in another name? A little forgery would make our hands stronger." He rose, and taking the tailor into the window recess, again whispered to him.
