Chapter 16

XVI

Of Paris what am I to say? The whole proceeding was a delirium,
a madness. I spent a little over three weeks there, and, during
that time, saw my hundred thousand francs come to an end. I
speak only of the ONE hundred thousand francs, for the other
hundred thousand I gave to Mlle. Blanche in pure cash. That is
to say, I handed her fifty thousand francs at Frankfurt, and,
three days later (in Paris), advanced her another fifty thousand
on note of hand. Nevertheless, a week had not elapsed ere she
came to me for more money. "Et les cent mille francs qui nous
restent," she added, "tu les mangeras avec moi, mon utchitel."
Yes, she always called me her "utchitel." A person more
economical, grasping, and mean than Mlle. Blanche one could not
imagine. But this was only as regards HER OWN money. MY hundred
thousand francs (as she explained to me later) she needed to set
up her establishment in Paris, "so that once and for all I may
be on a decent footing, and proof against any stones which may
be thrown at me--at all events for a long time to come."
Nevertheless, I saw nothing of those hundred thousand francs, for
my own purse (which she inspected daily) never managed to amass
in it more than a hundred francs at a time; and, generally the
sum did not reach even that figure.

"What do you want with money?" she would say to me with air of
absolute simplicity; and I never disputed the point.
Nevertheless, though she fitted out her flat very badly with the
money, the fact did not prevent her from saying when, later, she
was showing me over the rooms of her new abode: "See what
care and taste can do with the most wretched of means!"
However, her "wretchedness " had cost fifty thousand francs,
while with the remaining fifty thousand she purchased a carriage
and horses.

Also, we gave a couple of balls--evening parties
attended by Hortense and Lisette and Cleopatre, who were women
remarkable both for the number of their liaisons and (though
only in some cases) for their good looks. At these reunions
I had to play the part of host--to meet and entertain fat
mercantile parvenus who were impossible by reason of their
rudeness and braggadocio, colonels of various kinds, hungry
authors, and journalistic hacks-- all of whom disported
themselves in fashionable tailcoats and pale yellow gloves, and
displayed such an aggregate of conceit and gasconade as would be
unthinkable even in St. Petersburg--which is saying a great deal!
They used to try to make fun of me, but I would console myself
by drinking champagne and then lolling in a retiring-room.
Nevertheless, I found it deadly work. "C'est un utchitel," Blanche would
say of me, "qui a gagne deux cent mille francs,
and but for me,