"Certainly.In London I trusted him with money--with the happiest results.I quieted his mind by an appeal to his sense of trust and self-respect,which he thoroughly appreciated.As yet I have not given him the key of my desk here,because I reserve it as a special reward for good conduct.In a few days more I have no doubt he will add it to the collection in his bag.""Ah,"said Madame Fontaine,with the humility which no living woman knew better when and how to assume,"you understand these difficult questions--you have your grand national common-sense.I am only a poor limited German woman.But,as you say in England,'Live and learn.'You have indescribably interested me.Good morning."She left the room."Hateful woman!"she said in her own language,on the outer side of the door.
"Humbug!"said Mrs.Wagner in her language,on the inner side of the door.
If there had been more sympathy between the two ladies,or if Madame Fontaine had felt a little curiosity on the subject of crazy Jack's keys,she might have taken away with her some valuable materials for future consideration.As it was,Mrs.Wagner had not troubled her with any detailed narrative of the manner in which she had contrived to fill Jack's leather bag.
In London,she had begun cautiously by only giving him some of the useless old keys which accumulate about a house in course of years.When the novelty of merely keeping them had worn off,and when he wanted to see them put to some positive use,she had added one or two keys of her own,and had flattered his pride by asking him to open the box or the desk for her,as the case might be.Proceeding on the same wisely gradual plan at Frankfort,she had asked Mr.Keller to help her,and had been taken by him (while Jack was out of the way)to a lumber-room in the basement of the house,on the floor of which several old keys were lying about."Take as many as you like,"he had said;"they have been here,for all I know,ever since the house was repaired and refurnished in my grandfather's time,and they might be sold for old iron,if there were only enough of them."Mrs.Wagner had picked up the first six keys that presented themselves,arid had made Jack Straw the happiest of men.He found no fault with them for being rusty.On the contrary,he looked forward with delight to the enjoyment of cleaning away the rust."They shall be as bright as diamonds,"he had said to his mistress,"before Ihave done with them."
And what did Madame Fontaine lose,by failing to inform herself of such trifles as these?She never discovered what she had lost.But she had not done with Jack Straw yet.
CHAPTER IV
After leaving Mrs.Wagner,the widow considered with herself,and then turned away from the commercial regions of the house,in search of her daughter.
She opened the dining-room door,and found the bagatelle-board on the table.Fritz and Minna were playing a game of the desultory sort--with the inevitable interruptions appropriate to courtship.
"Are you coming to join us,mamma?Fritz is playing very badly.""This sort of thing requires mathematical calculation,"Fritz remarked;"and Minna distracts my attention."
Madame Fontaine listened with a smile of maternal indulgence."I am on my way back to my room,"she said."If either of you happen to see Jack Straw--""He has gone out,"Fritz interposed."I saw him through the window.He started at a run--and then remembered his dignity,and slackened his pace to a walk.How will he come back,I wonder?""He will come back with greater dignity than ever,Fritz.I have given him the money to buy himself a pair of gloves.If you or Minna happen to meet with him before I do,tell him he may come upstairs and show me his new gloves.I like to indulge the poor imbecile creature.You mustn't laugh at him--he is to be pitied."Expressing these humane sentiments,she left the lovers to their game.
While Jack was still pleasurably excited by the new gift,he would be in the right frame of mind to feel her influence.Now or never (if the thing could be done)was the time to provide against the danger of chance-allusions to what had happened at Wurzburg.It was well known in the house that Mrs.Wagner wished to return to London,as soon after the marriage as certain important considerations connected with the management of the office would permit.By Madame Fontaine's calculations,Jack would be happily out of the way of doing mischief (if she could keep him quiet in the meanwhile)in a month or six weeks'time.
The game went on in the dining-room--with the inevitable intervals.
Beyond reproach as a lover,Fritz showed no signs of improvement as a bagatelle-player.In a longer pause than usual,during which the persons concerned happened to have their backs turned to the door,a disagreeable interruption occurred.At a moment of absolute silence an intruding voice made itself heard,inviting immediate attention in these words:--"I say,you two!If you want to see the finest pair of gloves in Frankfort,just look here."There he stood with outstretched hands,exhibiting a pair of bright green gloves,and standing higher in his own estimation than ever.
"Why do you always come in without knocking?"Fritz asked,with excusable indignation.
"Why have _you_always got your arm round her waist?"Jack retorted."Isay,Miss Minna (I only offer a remark),the more he kisses you the more you seem to like it.""Send him away,for Heaven's sake!"Minna whispered.
"Go upstairs!"cried Fritz.
"What!do you want to be at it again?"asked Jack.
"Go and show your new gloves to Madame Fontaine,"said Minna.
The girl's quick wit had discovered the right way to get rid of Jack.He accepted the suggestion with enthusiasm."Ah!"he exclaimed,"that's a good idea!It would never have entered your head,Fritz,would it?"Before Fritz could reply,Jack was out of his reach.
