“And do you live by looking at his wife?”
From the region of the wineshop, or from the door of the printing office, where these bickerings took place, a dim light began to break in upon the brothers Cointet as to the real state of things in the Séchard establishment. They came to hear of Eve’s experiment, and held it expedient to stop these flights at once, lest the business should begin to prosper under the poor young wife’s management.
“Let us give her a rap over the knuckles, and disgust her with the business,” said the brothers Cointet.
One of the pair, the practical printer, spoke to Cérizet, and asked him to do the proof-reading for them by piecework, to relieve their reader, who had more than he could manage. So it came to pass that Cérizet earned more by a few hours’ work of an evening for the brothers Cointet than by a whole day’s work for David Séchard. Other transactions followed; the Cointets seeing no small aptitude in Cérizet, he was told that it was a pity that he should be in a position so little favorable to his interests.
“You might be foreman some day in a big printing office, making six francs a day,” said one of the Cointets one day, “and with your intelligence you might come to have a share in the business.”
“Where is the use of my being a good foreman?” returned Cérizet. “I am an orphan, I shall be drawn for the army next year, and if I get a bad number who is there to pay some one else to take my place?”
“If you make yourself useful,” said the well-to-do printer, “why should not somebody advance the money?”
“It won’t be my gaffer in any case!” said Cérizet.
“Pooh! Perhaps by that time he will have found out the secret.”
The words were spoken in a way that could not but rouse the worst thoughts in the listener; and Cérizet gave the papermaker and printer a very searching look.