The next day Madame Beaurepas handed me, with her own elderly fingers, a missive, which proved to be a telegram.After glancing at it, I informed her that it was apparently a signal for my departure;my brother had arrived in England, and proposed to me to meet him there; he had come on business, and was to spend but three weeks in Europe."But my house empties itself!" cried the old woman."The famille Ruck talks of leaving me, and Madame Church nous fait la reverence.""Mrs.Church is going away?"
"She is packing her trunk; she is a very extraordinary person.Do you know what she asked me this morning? To invent some combination by which the famille Ruck should move away.I informed her that Iwas not an inventor.That poor famille Ruck! 'Oblige me by getting rid of them,' said Madame Church, as she would have asked Celestine to remove a dish of cabbage.She speaks as if the world were made for Madame Church.I intimated to her that if she objected to the company there was a very ****** remedy; and at present elle fait ses paquets.""She really asked you to get the Rucks out of the house?""She asked me to tell them that their rooms had been let, three months ago, to another family.She has an APLOMB!"Mrs.Church's aplomb caused me considerable diversion; I am not sure that it was not, in some degree, to laugh over it at my leisure that I went out into the garden that evening to smoke a cigar.The night was dark and not particularly balmy, and most of my fellow-pensioners, after dinner, had remained in-doors.A long straight walk conducted from the door of the house to the ancient grille that I have described, and I stood here for some time, looking through the iron bars at the silent empty street.The prospect was not entertaining, and I presently turned away.At this moment I saw, in the distance, the door of the house open and throw a shaft of lamplight into the darkness.Into the lamplight there stepped the figure of a female, who presently closed the door behind her.She disappeared in the dusk of the garden, and I had seen her but for an instant, but I remained under the impression that Aurora Church, on the eve of her departure, had come out for a meditative stroll.
I lingered near the gate, keeping the red tip of my cigar turned toward the house, and before long a young lady emerged from among the shadows of the trees and encountered the light of a lamp that stood just outside the gate.It was in fact Aurora Church, but she seemed more bent upon conversation than upon meditation.She stood a moment looking at me, and then she said, -"Ought I to retire--to return to the house?""If you ought, I should be very sorry to tell you so," I answered.
"But we are all alone; there is no one else in the garden.""It is not the first time that I have been alone with a young lady.
I am not at all terrified."
"Ah, but I?" said the young girl."I have never been alone--" then, quickly, she interrupted herself."Good, there's another false note!""Yes, I am obliged to admit that one is very false."She stood looking at me."I am going away to-morrow; after that there will be no one to tell me."
