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Her husband； inspector of some large public works； was frequently away
from home and left us our evenings free。 Sometimes I spent them with her
lounging on the divan with my forehead on one of her knees； while on the
other lay an enormous black cat called 〃Misti；〃 whom she adored。 Our
fingers would meet on the cat's back and would intertwine in her soft
silky fur。 I felt its warm body against my cheek； trembling with its
eternal purring； and occasionally a paw would reach out and place on my
mouth； or my eyelid； five unsheathed claws which would prick my eyelids；
and then be immediately withdrawn。
Sometimes we would go out on what we called our escapades。 They were
very innocent； however。 They consisted in taking supper at some inn in
the suburbs； or else； after dining at her house or at mine； in making the
round of the cheap cafes； like students out for a lark。
We would go into the common drinking places and take our seats at the end
of the smoky den on two rickety chairs； at an old wooden table。 A cloud
of pungent smoke； with which blended an odor of fried fish from dinner；
filled the room。 Men in smocks were talking in loud tones as they drank
their petits verres； and the astonished waiter placed before us two
cherry brandies。
She； trembling； charmingly afraid； would raise her double black veil as
far as her nose； and then take up her glass with the enjoyment that one
feels at doing something delightfully naughty。 Each cherry she swallowed
made her feel as if she had done something wrong； each swallow of the
burning liquor had on her the affect of a delicate and forbidden
enjoyment。
Then she would say to me in a low tone： 〃Let us go。〃 And we would leave；
she walking quickly with lowered head between the drinkers who watched
her going by with a look of displeasure。 And as soon as we got into the
street she would give a great sigh of relief； as if we had escaped some
terrible danger。
Sometimes she would ask me with a shudder：
〃Suppose they； should say something rude to me in those places； what
would you do？〃 〃Why； I would defend you； parbleu！〃 I would reply in a
resolute manner。 And she would squeeze my arm for happiness； perhaps
with a vague wish that she might be insulted and protected； that she
might see men fight on her account； even those men； with me！
One evening as we sat at a table in a tavern at Montmartre； we saw an old
woman in tattered garments come in； holding in her hand a pack of dirty
cards。 Perceiving a lady； the old woman at once approached us and
offered to tell my friend's fortune。 Emma； who in her heart believed in
everything； was trembling with longing and anxiety； and she made a place
beside her for the old woman。
The latter； old； wrinkled； her eyes with red inflamed rings round them；
and her mouth without a single tooth in it； began to deal her dirty cards
on the table。 She dealt them in piles； then gathered them up； and then
dealt them out again； murmuring indistinguishable words。 Emma； turning
pale； listened with bated breath； gasping with anxiety and curiosity。
The fortune…teller broke silence。 She predicted vague happenings：
happiness and children； a fair young man； a voyage； money； a lawsuit； a
dark man； the return of some one； success； a death。 The mention of this
death attracted the younger woman's attention。 〃Whose death？ When？ In
what manner？〃
The old woman replied： 〃Oh； as to that； these cards are not certain
enough。 You must come to my place to…morrow； I will tell you about it
with coffee grounds which never make a mistake。〃
Emma turned anxiously to me：
〃Say； let us go there to…morrow。 Oh； please say yes。 If not； you cannot
imagine how worried I shall be。〃
I began to laugh。
〃We will go if you wish it； dearie。〃
The old woman gave us her address。 She lived on the sixth floor； in a
wretched house behind the Buttes…Chaumont。 We went there the following
day。
Her room； an attic containing two chairs and a bed； was filled with
strange objects； bunches of herbs hanging from nails； skins of animals；
flasks and phials containing liquids of various colors。 On the table a
stuffed black cat looked out of eyes of glass。 He seemed like the demon
of this sinister dwelling。
Emma； almost fainting with emotion； sat down on a chair and exclaimed：
〃Oh； dear； look at that cat； how like it is to Misti。〃
And she explained to the old woman that she had a cat 〃exactly like that；
exactly like that！〃
The old woman replied gravely：
〃If you are in love with a man； you must not keep it。〃
Emma； suddenly filled with fear； asked：
〃Why not？〃
The old woman sat down familiarly beside her and took her hand。
〃It was the undoing of my life；〃 she said。
My friend wanted to hear about it。 She leaned against the old woman；
questioned her； begged her to tell。 At length the woman agreed to do so。
〃I loved that cat；〃 she said； 〃as one would love a brother。 I was young
then and all alone； a seamstress。 I had only him； Mouton。 One of the
tenants had given it to me。 He was as intelligent as a child； and gentle
as well； and he worshiped me； my dear lady； he worshiped me more than one
does a fetish。 All day long he would sit on my lap purring； and all
night long on my pillow； I could feel his heart beating； in fact。
〃Well； I happened to make an acquaintance； a fine young man who was
working in a white…goods house。 That went on for about three months on a
footing of mere friendship。 But you know one is liable to weaken； it may
happen to any one； and； besides； I had really begun to love him。 He was
so nice； so nice； and so good。 He wanted us to live together； for
economy's sake。 I finally allowed him to come and see me one evening。 I
had not made up my mind to anything definite； oh； no！ But I was pleased
at the idea that we should spend an hour together。
〃At first he behaved very well； said nice things to me that made my heart
go pit…a…pat。 And then he kissed me； madame； kissed me as one does when
they love。 I remained motionless； my eyes closed； in a paroxysm of
happiness。 But； suddenly； I felt him start violently and he gave a
scream； a scream that I shall never forget。 I opened my eyes and saw
that Mouton had sprung at his face and was tearing the skin with his
claws as if it had been a linen rag。 And the blood was streaming down
like rain； madame。
〃I tried to take the cat away； but he held on tight； scratching all the
time； and he bit me； he was so crazy。 I finally got him and threw him
out of the window； which was open； for it was summer。
〃When I began to bathe my poor friend's face； I noticed that his eyes
were destroyed； both his eyes！
〃He had to go to the hospital。 He died of grief at the end of a year。
I wanted to keep him with me and provide for him； but he would not agree
to it。 One would have supposed that he hated me after the occurrence。
〃As for Mouton； his back was broken by the fall； The janitor picked up
his body。 I had him stuffed； for in spite of all I was fond of him。
If he acted as he did it was because he loved me； was it not？〃
The old woman was silent and began to stroke the lifeless animal whose
body trembled on its iron framework。
Emma； with sorrowful heart； had forgotten about the predicted deathor；
at least； she did not allude to it again； and she left； giving the woman
five francs。
As her husband was to return the following day； I did not go to the house
for several days。 When I did go I was surprised at not seeing Misti。
I asked where he was。
She blushed and replied：
〃I gave him away。 I was uneasy。〃
I was astonished。
〃Uneasy？ Uneasy？ What about？〃
She gave me a long kiss and said in a low tone：
〃I was uneasy about your eyes； my dear。〃
Misti appeared in。 Gil Blas of January 22； 1884； over the signature
of 〃MAUFRIGNEUSE。〃
MADAME HERMET
Crazy people attract me。 They live in a mysterious land of weird dreams；
in that impenetrable cloud of dementia where all that they have witnessed
in their previous life； all they have loved； is reproduced for them in an
imaginary existence； outside of all laws that govern the things of this
life and control human thought。
For them there is no such thing as the impossible； nothing is improbable；
fairyland is a constant quantity and the supernatural quite familiar。
The old rampart； logic； the old wall； reason； the old main stay of
thought； good sense； break down； fall and crumble before their
imagination； set free and escaped into the limitless realm of fancy； and
advancing with fabulous bounds； and nothing can check it。 For them
everything happens； and anything may happen。 They make no effort to
conquer events； to overcome resistance； to overturn obstacles。 By a
sudden caprice of their flighty imagination they become princes；
emperors； or gods； are possessed of all the wealth of the world； all the
delightful things of life； enjoy all pleasures； are always strong； always
beautiful； always young； always beloved！ They； alone； can be happy in
this world； for； as far as they are concerned； reality does not exist。
I love to look into their wandering intelligence as one leans over an
aby