AN EVENING WITH VANDA
Eight o'clock was striking from the convent of the Visitation, the clock of the quarter, when the inquisitive Godefroid tapped gently at his neighbor's door.Auguste opened it.As it happened to be a Saturday, the young lad had his evening to himself.Godefroid beheld him in a little sack-coat of black velvet, a blue silk cravat, and black trousers.But his surprise at the youth's appearance, so different from that of this outside life, ceased as soon as he had entered the invalid's chamber.He then understood the reason why both father and son were well dressed.
For a moment the contrast between the squalor of the other rooms, as he had seen them that morning, and the luxury of this chamber, was so great that Godefroid was dazzled, though habituated for years to the luxury and elegance procured by wealth.
The walls of the room were hung with yellow silk, relieved by twisted fringes of a bright green, giving a gay and cheerful aspect to the chamber, the cold tiled floor of which was hidden by a moquette carpet with a white ground strewn with flowers.The windows, draped by handsome curtains lined with white silk, were like conservatories, so full were they of plants in flower.The blinds were lowered, which prevented this luxury, so rare in that quarter of the town, from being seen from the street.The woodwork was painted in white enamel, touched up, here and there, by a few gold lines.
At the door was a heavy portiere, embroidered by hand with fantastic foliage on a yellow ground, so thick that all sounds from without were stifled.This magnificent curtain was made by the sick woman herself, who could work, when she had the use of her hands, like a fairy.
At the farther end of the room, and opposite to the door, was the fireplace, with a green velvet mantel-shelf, on which a few extremely elegant ornaments, the last relics of the opulence of two families, were arranged.These consisted of a curious clock, in the shape of an elephant supporting on its back a porcelain tower which was filled with the choicest flowers; two candelabra in the same style, and several precious Chinese treasures.The fender, andirons, tongs, and shovel were all of the handsomest description.
The largest of the flower-stands was placed in the middle of the room, and above it hung a porcelain chandelier designed with wreaths of flowers.
The bed on which the old man's daughter lay was one of those beautiful white and gold carved bedsteads such as were made in the Louis XV.
period.By the sick woman's pillow was a very pretty marquetry table, on which were the various articles necessary to this bedridden life.
Against the wall was a bracket lamp with two branches, either of which could be moved forward or back by a mere touch of the hand.A small table, adapted to the use of the invalid, extended in front of her.
The bed, covered with a beautiful counterpane, and draped with curtains held back by cords, was heaped with books, a work-basket, and articles of embroidery, beneath which Godefroid would scarcely have distinguished the sick woman herself had it not been for the light of the bracket lamps.
There was nothing of her to be seen but a face of extreme whiteness, browned around the eyes by suffering, in which shone eyes of fire, its principal adornment being a magnificent mass of black hair, the numerous heavy curls of which, carefully arranged, showed that the dressing of those beautiful locks occupied a good part of the invalid's morning.This supposition was further strengthened by the portable mirror which lay on the bed.
No modern arrangement for comfort was lacking.Even a few knick-knacks, which amused poor Vanda, proved that the father's love was almost fanatical.
The old man rose from an elegant Louis XV.sofa in white and cold, covered with tapestry, and advanced to Godefroid, who would certainly not have recognized him elsewhere; for that cold, stern face now wore the gay expression peculiar to old men of the world, who retain the manners and apparent frivolity of the nobility about a court.His wadded violet gown was in keeping with this luxury, and he took snuff from a gold box studded with diamonds.
"Here, my dear daughter," said Monsieur Bernard, taking Godefroid by the hand, "is the neighbor of whom I told you."He signed to his grandson to draw up one of two armchairs, similar in style to the sofa, which stood beside the fireplace.
"Monsieur's name is Godefroid, and he is full of friendly kindness for us."Vanda made a motion with her head in answer to Godefroid's low bow; by the very way in which her neck bent and then recovered itself, Godefroid saw that the whole physical life of the invalid was in her head.The thin arms and flaccid hands lay on the fine, white linen of the sheets, like things not connected with the body, which, indeed, seemed to fill no place at all in the bed.The articles necessary for a sick person were on shelves standing behind the bedstead, and were concealed by a drawn curtain.
"You are the first person, monsieur,--except my doctors, who are not men to me,--whom I have seen for six years; therefore you cannot doubt the interest you have excited in my mind, since my father told me this morning that you were to pay me a visit--interest! no, it was an unconquerable curiosity, like that of our mother Eve.My father, who is so good to me, and my son, whom I love so much, do certainly suffice to fill the desert of a soul which is almost without a body;but after all, that soul is still a woman's; I feel it in the childish joy the thought of your visit has brought me.You will do me the pleasure to take a cup of tea with us, I hope?""Monsieur has promised to pass the evening here," said the old man, with the air of a millionnaire receiving a guest.
Auguste, sitting on a tapestried chair at a marquetry table with brass trimmings, was reading a book by the light of the candelabra on the chimney piece.
