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Gazonal produced a forty…franc gold…piece； and Madame Nourrisson gave
him startling details as to the secret penury of certain so…called
fashionable women。 This dealer in cast…off clothes； getting lively as
she talked； pictured herself unconsciously while telling of others。
Without betraying a single name or any secret； she made the three men
shudder by proving to them how little so…called happiness existed in
Paris that did not rest on the vacillating foundation of borrowed
money。 She possessed； laid away in her drawers； the secrets of
departed grandmothers； living children； deceased husbands； dead
granddaughters；memories set in gold and diamonds。 She learned
appalling stories by making her clients talk of one another； tearing
their secrets from them in moments of passion； of quarrels； of anger；
and during those cooler negotiations which need a loan to settle
difficulties。
〃Why were you ever induced to take up such a business？〃 asked Gazonal。
〃For my son's sake；〃 she said naively。
Such women almost invariably justify their trade by alleging noble
motives。 Madame Nourrisson posed as having lost several opportunities
for marriage； also three daughters who had gone to the bad； and all
her illusions。 She showed the pawn…tickets of the Mont…de…Piete to
prove the risks her business ran； declared that she did not know how
to meet the 〃end of the month〃； she was robbed； she said；ROBBED。
The two artists looked at each other on hearing that expression； which
seemed exaggerated。
〃Look here； my sons； I'll show you how we are DONE。 It is not about
myself； but about my opposite neighbour； Madame Mahuchet； a ladies'
shoemaker。 I had loaned money to a countess； a woman who has too many
passions for her means；lives in a fine apartment filled with
splendid furniture； and makes； as we say； a devil of a show with her
high and mighty airs。 She owed three hundred francs to her shoemaker；
and was giving a dinner no later than yesterday。 The shoemaker； who
heard of the dinner from the cook； came to see me； we got excited； and
she wanted to make a row； but I said： 'My dear Madame Mahuchet； what
good will that do？ you'll only get yourself hated。 It is much better
to obtain some security； and you save your bile。' She wouldn't listen；
but go she would； and asked me to support her； so I went。 'Madame is
not at home。''Up to that！ we'll wait；' said Madame Mahuchet； 'if we
have to stay all night；'and down we camped in the antechamber。
Presently the doors began to open and shut； and feet and voices came
along。 I felt badly。 The guests were arriving for dinner。 You can see
the appearance it had。 The countess sent her maid to coax Madame
Mahuchet： 'Pay you to…morrow！' in short； all the snares！ Nothing took。
The countess； dressed to the nines； went to the dining…room。 Mahuchet
heard her and opened the door。 Gracious！ when she saw that table
sparkling with silver； the covers to the dishes and the chandeliers
all glittering like a jewel…case； didn't she go off like soda…water
and fire her shot： 'When people spend the money of others they should
be sober and not give dinner…parties。 Think of your being a countess
and owing three hundred francs to a poor shoemaker with seven
children！' You can guess how she railed； for the Mahuchet hasn't any
education。 When the countess tried to make an excuse （'no money'）
Mahuchet screamed out： 'Look at all your fine silver； madame； pawn it
and pay me！''Take some yourself；' said the countess quickly；
gathering up a quantity of forks and spoons and putting them into her
hands。 Downstairs we rattled！heavens！ like success itself。 No；
before we got to the street Mahuchet began to cryshe's a kind woman！
She turned back and restored the silver； for she now understood that
countess' povertyit was plated ware！〃
〃And she forked it over；〃 said Leon； in whom the former Mistigris
occasionally reappeared。
〃Ah！ my dear monsieur；〃 said Madame Nourrisson； enlightened by the
slang； 〃you are an artist； you write plays； you live in the rue du
Helder and are friends with Madame Anatolia； you have habits that I
know all about。 Come； do you want some rarity in the grand style；
Carabine or Mousqueton； Malaga or Jenny Cadine？〃
〃Malaga； Carabine！ nonsense！〃 cried Leon de Lora。 〃It was we who
invented them。〃
〃I assure you； my good Madame Nourrisson；〃 said Bixiou； 〃that we only
wanted the pleasure of making your acquaintance； and we should like
very much to be informed as to how you ever came to slip into this
business。〃
〃I was confidential maid in the family of a marshal of France； Prince
d'Ysembourg；〃 she said； assuming the airs of a Dorine。 〃One morning；
one of the most beplumed countesses of the Imperial court came to the
house and wanted to speak to the marshal privately。 I put myself in
the way of hearing what she said。 She burst into tears and confided to
that booby of a marshalyes； the Conde of the Republic is a booby！
that her husband； who served under him in Spain； had left her without
means； and if she didn't get a thousand francs； or two thousand； that
day her children must go without food； she hadn't any for the morrow。
The marshal； who was always ready to give in those days； took two
notes of a thousand francs each out of his desk； and gave them to her。
I saw that fine countess going down the staircase where she couldn't
see me。 She was laughing with a satisfaction that certainly wasn't
motherly； so I slipped after her to the peristyle where I heard her
say to the coachman； 'To Leroy's。' I ran round quickly to Leroy's； and
there； sure enough； was the poor mother。 I got there in time to see
her order and pay for a fifteen…hundred…franc dress； you understand
that in those days people were made to pay when they bought。 The next
day but one she appeared at an ambassador's ball； dressed to please
all the world and some one in particular。 That day I said to myself：
'I've got a career！ When I'm no longer young I'll lend money to great
ladies on their finery； for passion never calculates； it pays
blindly。' If you want subjects for a vaudeville I can sell you
plenty。〃
She departed after delivering this tirade； in which all the phases of
her past life were outlined； leaving Gazonal as much horrified by her
revelations as by the five yellow teeth she showed when she tried to
smile。
〃What shall we do now？〃 he asked presently。
〃Make notes；〃 replied Bixiou； whistling for his porter； 〃for I want
some money； and I'll show you the use of porters。 You think they only
pull the gate…cord； whereas they really pull poor devils like me and
artists whom they take under their protection out of difficulties。
Mine will get the Montyon prize one of these days。〃
Gazonal opened his eyes to their utmost roundness。
A man between two ages； partly a graybeard； partly an office…boy； but
more oily within and without； hair greasy； stomach puffy； skin dull
and moist； like that of the prior of a conven