Room in the Dragon Volant | Page 4

"Even that, Monsieur, I cannot answer. It does not interest us. Our
rooms, while this continues, can never be, for a moment, disengaged."
"I should have liked those rooms so much! Is one of them a sleeping
apartment?"

"Yes, sir, and Monsieur will observe that people do not usually engage
bedrooms unless they mean to stay the night."
"Well, I can, I suppose, have some rooms, any, I don't care in what part
of the house?"
"Certainly, Monsieur can have two apartments. They are the last at
present disengaged."
I took them instantly.
It was plain these people meant to make a stay here; at least they would
not go till morning. I began to feel that I was all but engaged in an
adventure.
I took possession of my rooms, and looked out of the window, which I
found commanded the inn-yard. Many horses were being liberated
from the traces, hot and weary, and others fresh from the stables being
put to. A great many vehicles--some private carriages, others, like mine,
of that public class which is equivalent to our old English post-chaise,
were standing on the pavement, waiting their turn for relays. Fussy
servants were to-ing and fro-ing, and idle ones lounging or laughing,
and the scene, on the whole, was animated and amusing.
Among these objects, I thought I recognized the traveling carriage, and
one of the servants of the "persons of distinction" about whom I was,
just then, so profoundly interested.
I therefore ran down the stairs, made my way to the back door; and so,
behold me, in a moment, upon the uneven pavement, among all these
sights and sounds which in such a place attend upon a period of
extraordinary crush and traffic. By this time the sun was near its setting,
and threw its golden beams on the red brick chimneys of the offices,
and made the two barrels, that figured as pigeon-houses, on the tops of
poles, look as if they were on fire. Everything in this light becomes
picturesque; and things interest us which, in the sober grey of morning,
are dull enough.

After a little search I lighted upon the very carriage of which I was in
quest. A servant was locking one of the doors, for it was made with the
security of lock and key. I paused near, looking at the panel of the door.
"A very pretty device that red stork!" I observed, pointing to the shield
on the door, "and no doubt indicates a distinguished family?"
The servant looked at me for a moment, as he placed the little key in
his pocket, and said with a slightly sarcastic bow and smile, "Monsieur
is at liberty to conjecture."
Nothing daunted, I forthwith administered that laxative which, on
occasion, acts so happily upon the tongue--I mean a "tip."
The servant looked at the Napoleon in his hand, and then in my face,
with a sincere expression of surprise. "Monsieur is very generous!"
"Not worth mentioning--who are the lady and gentleman who came
here in this carnage, and whom, you may remember, I and my servant
assisted today in an emergency, when their horses had come to the
ground?"
"They are the Count, and the young lady we call the Countess--but I
know not, she may be his daughter."
"Can you tell me where they live?"
"Upon my honor, Monsieur, I am unable--I know not."
"Not know where your master lives! Surely you know something more
about him than his name?"
"Nothing worth relating, Monsieur; in fact, I was hired in Brussels, on
the very day they started. Monsieur Picard, my fellow-servant,
Monsieur the Comte's gentleman, he has been years in his service, and
knows everything; but he never speaks except to communicate an order.
From him I have learned nothing. We are going to Paris, however, and
there I shall speedily pick up all about them. At present I am as

ignorant of all that as Monsieur himself."
"And where is Monsieur Picard?"
"He has gone to the cutler's to get his razors set. But I do not think he
will tell anything."
This was a poor harvest for my golden sowing. The man, I think, spoke
truth, and would honestly have betrayed the secrets of the family, if he
had possessed any. I took my leave politely; and mounting the stairs
again, I found myself once more in my room.
Forthwith I summoned my servant. Though I had brought him with me
from England, he was a native of France--a useful fellow, sharp,
bustling, and, of course, quite familiar with the ways and tricks of his
countrymen.
"St. Clair, shut the door; come here. I can't rest till I have made out
something about those people of rank who have got the apartments
under mine. Here are fifteen francs;