Rimbaud's girl

Mathilde is not tall, petite and beautiful.Her half-brother was a good friend of Paul Verlaine. It was originally a "happy" marriage. Verlaine was a well-known poet with a well-to-do family and had a good job in the Paris Commune.

Just a child.Vitaly murmured in her heart, thinking about it, a 16-year-old girl is just a child at any age, with a childish look.From a certain point of view, Mathilde is very similar to Arthur. They are both children, young and beautiful, and not deeply involved in the world.

Thinking about it this way, she didn't have a good impression of Verlaine: as we all know, young and inexperienced people are easily influenced by older people. Verlaine is 10 years older than Arthur, and he is not satisfied with marrying a rich and beautiful wife , and to seduce pretty boys!It's really bad!

Mathilde stood at the door of the living room and said generously, "Miss Rimbaud. Mr. Cuve."

"Mrs. Verlaine."

Uncle Felix took off his hat. "Mrs. Verlaine." His rosy face was shining with oil.well!Vitaly managed to keep an eye on him, he hadn't had a drink since last night.

Another adult woman who appeared to be in her early 30s stood behind Mathilde, "Come in, please." She signaled the servants to take off their coats for Vitaly and Felix.It should be Mathilde's mother, Mrs. Flewell.Mathilde had probably just turned seventeen, and Mrs. Flevel probably not yet forty.

Vitaly took off the tweed coat she was wearing and handed it to the maid.The coat was bought at a tailor in Charleville, children's clothing.She has grown a little taller in the past six months, but she has not yet reached 1 meters.

Madame Flevel was a little disappointed, probably expecting Madame Rimbaud to come to Paris.

"Thank you for letting my brother stay for a few days." Vitaly smiled sweetly. "He was spoiled by his mother, and he is still a boy. I hope he didn't do anything too naughty."

Mrs. Flewell's expression was very conflicted. She didn't want to "praise" Arthur, nor did she want to say how "naughty" he was, so she could only say: "Mr. Rimbaud is all right, but maybe he doesn't pay much attention to table manners."

Vitaly smiled secretly: Arthur must have done it on purpose.Mrs. Rimbaud has strict requirements on her children. She does not allow the children to make any noise when eating at home, even when they are drinking soup.He's probably acting out, acting like he's a bad-mannered, bad-mannered, small-town boy.

"Maybe he's a little nervous." Vitaly said solemnly.

Mathilde asked them to sit down on the sofa, looking at her mother as if she didn't know how to speak.

Mrs. Flevel was a little at a loss for what to say, so she talked about the latest weather in Paris.

Vitaly chatted with her for a while, and felt that the heat was almost over, so she asked, "Where's Mr. Verlaine? Isn't he at home?"

Mathilde had a troubled and helpless look on her face, "He, he hasn't come back yet."

"Does he not come home often?"

"—Yes." Mathilde lowered her head, "I don't know what to do. Our child is just born, but he never comes home, and I often don't see him for a few days."

Mrs. Flewell took her daughter's hand distressedly.

well!Most of the mothers who love their children are like this.Verlaine this guy!It is said that men are most likely to cheat when their wives are pregnant or breastfeeding. If the other party is a woman, Mathilde may not be sad, but the other party is actually a boy, which is too powerless.Vitaly can understand Mathilde's mood very well.

She had already figured it out on the train. Of course, the Fleville family wanted Arthur to leave Paris and return to a small border town in the Ardennes, but Arthur could finally gain a little reputation in the literary and artistic circles of Paris. Go home obediently.From the perspective of his future, she is not willing to let Arthur give up halfway.

"My mother is very grateful to your family for taking care of Arthur. Arthur is still very young, and it is easy to listen to other people's bewitching."

There was something wrong with what he said, and Mrs. Flevel and Mathilde's mother and daughter didn't realize it for a moment.

"I'm here this time to see how your government wants to deal with this matter and what goals you want to achieve."

Mrs. Flewell looked at Felix hesitantly, "Should I discuss this matter with you, Mr. Cuve?"

Felix quickly waved his hands, "Everything is up to Vitaly."

Vitaly's clear blue eyes looked at Mathilde, and the girl whose voice had not changed said softly, "You are Mrs. Verlaine, what do you want?"

Mathilde looked at her mother in a panic, and said nervously: "I want Paul to go home, don't...don't have anything to do with Mr. Rimbaud."

Vitaly smiled, "The first part is fine, but the latter part is not. Arthur is very talented, far more talented in literature than Mr. Verlaine, but he is very young, and he doesn't know how to make friends with those literati. Mr. Verlaine is very Appreciate Arthur, which is why he invited Arthur to Paris. He should, and should only do what he promised, recommend Arthur to the intellectuals in Paris, and he should have no other relationship with Arthur. This matter is not Arthur's fault, nor yours or your parents' fault, but Mr. Verlaine's fault."

"You mean—" Mathilde asked carefully.

"I'll go find Arthur and tell him about it. I'll find him a permanent place to live and prepare him for the University of Paris."

Mrs. Flewell was a little anxious, "And then? What if Paul still goes to Arthur?"

"You can consider living in the suburbs and come back after the child is one year old. Your house should have a villa in the suburbs, right?" Thinking of what Arthur said in the letter, the Fleville family is a big landowner, and there must be a villa in the suburbs.

Mrs. Flewell nodded, but hesitated. "George is too young...he's not even two months old."

"Or, I suggest that you should get a divorce."

Mathilde was petrified, "Divorce?"

"This time it's Arthur, who will it be next time? You can't always send a letter to someone from the other party's family to solve this problem. Your family is very rich, but not rich enough to ask The point where others do things according to your wishes. Verlaine doesn't care about your family's money at all."

In Vitale's view, the best solution to this matter is of course Mathilde's proposal for a divorce to get rid of this scumbag; Verlaine has no financial support from his wife's family, so he can only obediently find a job to support himself. There is no time to indulge in extramarital affairs.

Her elder brother became the disgraceful "little third" in this extramarital affair. In her opinion, it is not a big problem. Verlaine, who is already an adult, is the one who should be blamed the most. Mathilde is pitifully deceived. The little wife of Arthur, the poor seduced little angel.

——The literary and art reporters in Paris called Arthur Rimbaud a handsome boy with beautiful eyes like an "angel in exile". They noticed this boy with a Charleville accent, and also noticed his talent.

Mrs. Flewell said reluctantly: "Don't talk about divorce, it's not something your child can understand." She rang the bell for the maid to come in and announced that dinner was ready.

The situation in Paris has stabilized. German soldiers withdrew from the urban area of ​​Paris after the negotiations.

The table is also as rich as possible, and the food used by the Fleville family to entertain guests can be said to be very good: roasted pigeon with rosemary, fried beef with herbs in Provence, fried scallops with lemon juice, clam chowder, and dessert is double-layered almonds Chocolate Marjoram Cake.The wine was a red wine from the Champagne region. Vitaly couldn't taste how good it was, but it was definitely a good wine.

Mrs. Flewell was anxious to know when Vitaly would go to see Arthur. Vitaly said she didn't know where the "Foreigner Hotel" was, so Mrs. Flewell said that she could lend her the family carriage and the driver She used it, and said that if she rented an apartment, she could also help find out where there was a safe and cheap house.

The Flewell family seemed very anxious to get rid of Mr. Rimbaud, the "boyfriend", at least until they were completely disappointed and would not think of "divorce".

This is also human nature. Before despair, there will always be hope, hoping that the prodigal Verlaine can turn around.After all, divorce is difficult, and it is indeed a "shameful" thing.

After dinner, it was still early, so Vitaly decided to go to the Foreigner Hotel first.

Her hair grew a little longer, but it was still a boy's hairstyle. The coachman of the Fleville family sent them to the hotel first, and Vitaly changed into men's clothes, and then went to the Foreigner's Hotel with her uncle.

Their little group happened to have a party tonight in the room of the Foreigner's Hotel, a men's party.As soon as the door was opened, a strong smell of tobacco came to the face.

Vitaly frowned.

The young man who came to open the door looked at Vitaly in surprise, and asked hesitantly, "Who are you looking for?"

"Arthur Rimbaud."

"Are you—are you his brother?"

"Yes." She looked a lot like Arthur, and even more so in her eyes.It seemed that Arthur hadn't told anyone that he had only a sister in his family.

"Arthur, Arthur!" the man yelled as he turned, but did not move.

"Aren't you going to let me in?" Vitaly asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"Oh—please come in." The man stepped aside.

The room was hot, with a fire burning in the fireplace, and several young men gathered around it; there was a piano in one corner of the room, and someone was sitting on a piano bench, but not playing.

Arthur was by the fire, looking very drunk, in a short coat of unknown origin, with a pipe dangling from his lips.

He was a little dizzy, but it was not enough to recognize his sister. He stood up staggeringly, and smiled a little foolishly, "Why are you here? Who accompanied you?"

"Uncle. He's in the corridor." She frowned and looked at the wine bottle on the floor, "What did you drink?"

"Absinthe. But you can't drink it."

It's easy to notice Paul Verlaine: he's just a balding man, not too good-looking, but not too ugly, quite ordinary, you don't even look at him when you're walking.Verlaine kept his eyes on Arthur, with an affectionate look.

"What are you doing in Paris?"

"Mom asked me to buy something for Christmas." She took out the excuse she had thought up a long time ago-it can't really say, I'm here to take you home, right?Arthur don't want face?It is not uncommon for residents of remote towns to come to the capital to shop.

"Are here today?"

"Hmm." She nodded.

"Where do you live?"

"The King Louis Hotel. Where do you live? Just here?"

"sometimes."

"Then where do you live? Don't you have a permanent residence?"

Arthur was impatient, "Why are you asking this?"

"You are in Paris, at least you must have a stable residence. You can go to the hotel with me, and I will accompany you to find a house tomorrow."

Arthur hesitated, looking at Verlaine.

Vitaly didn't let Verlaine have a chance to speak, and immediately grabbed Arthur's hand, "The smell of smoke is too strong and too hot, let's talk over there." She pointed to the window.

Arthur led her to the window, which was half-opened to let in a cold night air.

"Did mom tell you to come to me?" He asked in a low voice.

"Mom is worried about you, afraid that you will have no place to live and no food to eat." She smiled, "It seems that you will not be hungry, but this room is not suitable for you."

He scratched his head in annoyance, "It's not very good, I don't live in this room alone, there are other people who live here occasionally."

Vitaly didn't know if he was talking about Verlaine, and she wasn't going to find out, "Where's the money I gave you?"

At this moment, he was a little embarrassed, and said embarrassedly: "It's over—I don't know why it's spent so quickly!"

She had already guessed that he had run out of money.When he left Charleville, he should have had at least 300 francs with him, and he spent it in just over two months. He is really a prodigal.

She didn't want to let the genius brother live too hard, didn't want to eat and drink, but he really needed someone to take care of him.

"Let me help you find a place to live. I heard that there are many vacant houses in Paris. It is not difficult to find a suitable place for you." The vacancy rate of houses in Paris is extremely high, reaching more than 60%, mainly because of the war And the failure of the Paris Commune, the government army is said to have shot and killed tens of thousands of people on the streets without a sentence, and then tens of thousands were sentenced to exile and death. Paris did not ease up until the end of the year. Fearing that the government would arrest people everywhere, I fled the capital in fright.

He thought about it, indeed, it would be good to find a quiet place to live. "Okay, then I—" he looked at the people in the room, and said hesitantly, "I'll go find you tomorrow."

"Don't wait for tomorrow, just today. I have a lot to tell you. I only have a few days in Paris and I'm going home for Christmas. Are you going home for Christmas?" She pushed Arthur. , casually pointed at the door, signaling him to go out together.

"You go out first, I'll tell them."

Vitaly seriously suspected that there was no way to speak to "them", but probably just to speak to Verlaine.Verlaine would not have refused to let him go.

Sure enough, she only waited outside the door for a few minutes before Arthur came out.

When Paul Verlaine saw the familiar coachman, he felt a tightness in his chest.He wanted to stop the boy with the beautiful blue eyes like an exiled angel, but another younger boy looked at him coldly with the same beautiful blue eyes.

He couldn't speak.

Obviously, Arthur's brother went to his house first, and then came to Arthur.Moreover, Little Rimbaud obviously didn't like him very much.

He could only say goodbye to Arthur, and earnestly asked Arthur to tell him as soon as he found a place to live.

Arthur paid no attention to the coachman, or to the little cursive writing on the outside of the carriage.

Vitaly waited for him to sit down, and immediately told the coachman to return to the hotel.

Mrs. Flevel didn't tell her to send her back to Verlaine, so she just pretended that he didn't exist.He came out by himself and went home by himself, so she didn't bother to talk to him.

Uncle Felix had got a bottle of wine out of nowhere and had drunk quite a bit.Vitaly angrily asked him to bring the wine bottle and forbade him to drink.

Arthur leaned against the wall of the carriage in a daze, "So sleepy."

"I thought you were sleeping during the day."

"How could it be?" He muttered, "Cabanne always plays the piano at an unknown time, and it makes me sleep badly because of the noise."

Cabanne was presumably one of that group.Arthur did not introduce his companions to her, nor his sister to them.

"When you arrive at the hotel, I will open a separate room for you, so you can have a good sleep. If—" it is a bit difficult to say, "I don't like Verlaine, you should try to avoid seeing him. We will go out early tomorrow morning, 7 Get up at one o'clock, understand?"

Vitaly found out more and more that when dealing with this brother, she should not ask him "is it okay" or let him make up his mind. She is the one who will pay for the house for him, so she should make up the mind and make the decision.On the one hand, Arthur is a wayward boy, on the other hand, he is easily influenced by others. He has no reliable older men in his life, so after meeting Verlaine, he will inevitably be attracted by a young man who is talented and has life experience. Affected by long males.

So this is also what Verlaine hates: he clearly knows that Arthur is a child and doesn't know how to distinguish, but he uses Arthur's affection for him to seduce Arthur.

At the hotel, Vitaly opened another room at the front desk.He intentionally stayed for a few minutes longer, seeing that Verlaine didn't follow, he felt a little relieved.

She took her brother and uncle upstairs, called the hotel servant to bring hot water, and watched Arthur wash his face, hands, and feet.

"Mom is worried that you won't take care of yourself, and that you will be cheated by someone."

"Cheat me?" Arthur felt that his mother was really worried. "It's not as terrible as she thought. Besides, I have been to Paris several times myself."

"What happened to you in Paris, you never told us completely."

He was slightly embarrassed, "Nothing serious happened, but I had no money to eat, so I had to live in the bridge hole for a few nights. I thought that kind of life was terrible, so I went home."

"The most important thing outside -->>

It is to be able to eat enough. If you have no money to eat, you can go home, or write to me, and I will send you the travel expenses.Then there is a place to live.Do you want to stay in Paris forever? "

"I think. Paris is very good. I've met some people and I'm still looking for a job! But, you're right, I don't have a diploma, so it's hard for anyone to give me a job." He sighed sadly, Not sure how to fix this.

"It's very simple, we can do a calculation first." Vitaly took out a small notebook from his coat pocket, "I asked a little about the current rent in Paris. The expensive places cost thousands a year, and the cheapest places As long as it costs more than 200 a year, you can’t live in those places that are too cheap. Cheap rent must mean that the surrounding environment is not good. In this way, I calculate that your annual rent is 400 to 500 francs, 1 franc plus 1 day; eat every day For 1 franc, 400 francs a year; for other living expenses, 100 francs a year. In this way, if you live in Paris for a year, 1000 francs are enough, and you can live well.

"You want to find a job, the salary is not too high, you can have 500 to 800 francs a year, which means that you only need to maintain your basic living expenses, plus I will give you 200 francs a year, Can have 1000 francs.

"Then, while you're working and preparing for your Baccalaureate, I want you to think about applying to college. It's all very well to be a poet who drinks absinthe and smokes all day long, but you're young and your life shouldn't be waste."

"I hate school," he muttered.

"But if you have a college degree, it's much easier to find a job."

This is directly proportional, and it's not that he doesn't understand this truth.He was discouraged, "It's just a piece of paper!"

"A piece of paper that will make you a lot of money in the future. Think about it, if you go to college, then you can go out and get a job at a newspaper, be a reporter, go to school while working, and still be able to talk to your friends at night." What a great thing to do with friends!"

Being a reporter has always been the "good job" that Arthur has always wanted, and it is also the job that suits him best.Being a reporter is a poor but very compelling job, and you can also get in close contact with the big names in the literary and art circles.

Vitaly continued to bewitch—convincing him, "If you are a reporter, you will have more opportunities to meet great writers such as Victor Hugo, George Sand, Flaubert, or Lecomte de Liller, Steffen Mallarme—”

He smiled. "I've seen Mallarmé."

"And Zola! I like him very much. And Maupassant!"

"Who is Maupassant? I have never heard of that name."

Vitaly didn't remember when Maupassant was born, she was taken aback for a moment, and said vaguely, "It's just a little famous writer, similar to you."

She was very curious, "You are in Paris now, are you considered a little famous?"

Arthur didn't know much about this question, "I don't know. You can't be famous if your poetry is published in newspapers or magazines?"

"Haven't you asked Verlaine?"

"Ask him what?"

"He should recommend your poetry to people in the magazines he knows, not just take you to some party. If he always refuses to let your poetry be published, you have to be careful, whether he has What hidden ulterior purpose."

Arthur froze for a moment, "What does this mean?"

He casually threw the face towel into the basin and spread it on the bed.

"It's very simple." Vitaly also went to bed and sat beside him, "Doesn't he know a lot of big people? He should also know a lot of editors and reporters. He should take your work out and recommend it to those who can publish it. The people who write your works, such as editors of magazines or newspapers. Seriously, how many people do you think can write poems better than you among the people I saw at the Foreigner Hotel today?"

Arthur was very proud, "They are not as good as mine!"

"Right? Really talented people are extremely rare. Verlaine may be talented, but if he refuses to help you, then I think he may not want you to be famous, because when you are famous, many people will want to help you." Get to know you and gather around you so he can't 'own' you."

"Vitale!" The elder brother obviously knew what she was talking about, and couldn't help panicking, "Did you—did mom tell you something? No, how did mom know?" He sat up and looked at his sister nervously.

"There are a lot of idlers in Paris. Don't think I don't know anything. I know a lot more than you think!"

He blushed quickly, and hesitated, "The purpose of your coming is not to force me to go home, is it?"

"No. It's not for you to be in Charleville all the time, but you can't be drunk all the time in Paris. You have to have a plan for your future, and you can't be 20 Became a drunkard." She gave Arthur a glare.

Arthur usually speaks eloquently to others. He is very shy, but once he gets used to it, he will start to instill his "psychic" theory in others, which really fools some people.But for his younger sister who is too precocious, he always feels that he has no confidence.

Observing his expression, Vitaly felt that she had said enough today and could not tell him too much all at once.What kind of person Verlaine is, she has to observe for herself. If Verlaine really refuses to help him publish poetry because she wants to hide him, then she must find a way to make Arthur hate him.

Her first impression of Verlaine could be considered "objective" for the time being, but the next morning, when she knocked on the door of Arthur's room and found that there was another person on the bed through the crack of the door, she almost died of anger.

Arthur only dared to open the door a crack, and said he would get up immediately.

Vitaly complied, "Hurry up, I've ordered someone to bring hot water, and you can go downstairs as soon as you get dressed."

If it weren't for the fact that this is a hotel, she really wanted to ask her uncle to whip Verlaine!

Uncle Felix drank last night and is still dizzy.Vitaly was going out to look at the house today, so she simply stopped calling him.

The coachman of the Fleville family drove the carriage to the front of the hotel at 7:[-] in the morning. Vitaly asked him if he had breakfast, and asked the hotel servant to deliver a breakfast to the coachman.

Arthur came down so quickly that Vitaly had only eaten half of her breakfast.

She pointed to another breakfast, "Eat quickly."

He sat down to eat obediently.

"Go out to look at the house today, which district do you want to live in?"

Arthur thought for a moment and said a street name.

"Wait until the coachman takes us there." She was still angry and didn't want to say anything more to him.

Arthur was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly finished his breakfast.

After getting into the carriage, she said: "Verlaine has his own home, let him go back to his home at night."

Arthur quickly agreed.

The house went well. I looked at 7 houses in the same block in the morning, and finally picked a small one-bedroom apartment with an area of ​​50 square meters and complete facilities. The top floor has a small attic of 10 square meters; Ideal, only 400 francs.Vitaly was very good at bargaining, and he insisted on reducing the landlord by 40 francs to 360 francs.

After signing the rental contract and paying one year's rent in one lump sum, the landlord is very happy.

Back at the hotel at noon, Verlaine had already left, but he left a note in the room, telling Arthur to go to Nina's salon to find him at night.

Vitaly was noncommittal.

In the afternoon, he was busy taking Arthur to buy some necessities and furnishing the small apartment until the evening.

The small apartment now has chintz curtains, a stove for heating with coal or wood; not much furniture, a decent wooden bed in the bedroom, new cotton mattresses, new sheets, The new pillow seems to be a very good "home".

Arthur was quite pleased: he had had enough of living here today and there tomorrow!He was used to living in a bedroom by himself at home, but he always had to live with others in Paris. He was not used to it, let alone liked it.

Vitaly brainwashed him again, saying that Verlaine didn't help him find a better place to live, and that it was shameful for him to endure such an unstable life!

As soon as Verlaine was mentioned, Arthur dared not speak.

Indeed, compared with his family, Verlaine obviously did not take good care of him, this is a fact.Now that he can have a stable residence, he can rest assured to stay in Paris.

"I'm going to the Foreigner's Hotel, and bring my things."

"I'll go with you." There is a ready-made carriage, so it's not a waste.

There was no reason to refuse, Arthur could only let her go with him.

Yesterday's room was bustling with activity, but today it was empty. They must have all gone to Nina's salon.Nina is an aristocratic woman named de Villars.Her family has exquisite snacks and mellow wine.Arthur told his sister that the splendor of the Villars' house cost at least a few hundred francs a night.

Vitaly chuckled: Arthur is really not very sensitive to the amount of money.According to his description, Nina's salon costs less than one thousand a night.

Money is a good thing, it buys good food and wine, Arthur can't tell where his money is spent, but most of it is spent on food and absinthe, and marijuana and drugs.

He said that he was happy, but he couldn't help but say that marijuana and drugs are not "good things". During his time in Paris, he quickly fell in love with anything that could make him hallucinate.

Vitaly was dying of anger.

In a small remote town like Charleville, you can't find any drugs and drugs, that is, the fashionable young people in Paris like to smoke. ** is used as medicine by doctors, mainly for pain relief, but doctors also know that ** is addictive and will damage the body.In short, a decent, honest, and sincere young man should not be contaminated with prostitution, sex, or absinthe.

But the literary youths love these things to death.

She didn't allow Arthur to bring wine, but asked him to pack a few clothes and his manuscript, and almost nothing else.

She was very surprised, "Where are the shirts and coats I bought for you?" Those were good clothes that cost tens of francs!

Arthur was very embarrassed, "Throw them all away. For a while... Well, anyway, I got fleas, and I had no choice but to throw all those clothes away."

spendthrift!She was heartbroken: "Just use hot water to iron the clothes. Your shirts are all made of cotton, so you are not afraid of hot water." Forget it, throw it away, what else can she do?

"Where did you get the fleas?" She changed the subject.

He said vaguely: "Some days I lived in a square."

"Square?" It meant that he didn't have a decent place to sleep.She frowned seriously, "Don't get yourself to that point anymore, you should have some money in your hand, and you should always keep some money with you, so that you can at least go to the hotel for a few days."

She shook her head, looking through his clothes with disgust: two or three coats, underwear, shirts, and a pullover with frayed wool on the neckline.None of the clothes he brought from home, presumably old clothes given to him by "friends".

She was a little annoyed: couldn't they just buy him another suit that fitted him?If you don't buy too good clothes, 4 to 50 francs are enough.It can be seen that the financial conditions of these people are also very limited, and Verlaine is probably the richest among them.

Following Verlaine may be able to meet some young poets and literary youths, but that is far from enough.Arthur's talent should not be one of those writers who were unknown and impoverished during their lifetime and became famous after their death.

Villars' house, Salon Nina.

Paul Verlaine was restless.

Last night, he slipped to the hotel to meet Arthur.This is a bold act, and it would be very bad if the neighbors saw it!He didn't expect that Arthur's sister—yes, he finally knew that Arthur had only a sister and no brother—lived in a hotel not far from his house.It can't be a coincidence, so the sister and uncle came to the Fleville family?

He was terribly worried that Arthur would come home with his sister.But he heard that Arthur was going to find a house in Paris, and that cheered him up again.He didn't want Arthur to leave, it was best never to leave Paris, never to leave him.

Mallarmé came over with a glass of wine, and asked him kindly where Rimbaud was. He could only smile perfunctorily, saying that he hadn't been able to come, but that he might come later.

But Arthur didn't come until after midnight.

For the next two days, Verlaine failed to see Arthur, and Rimbaud's sister and uncle also left the hotel.

He couldn't find Arthur, so he returned home angrily, and asked Mathilde angrily what he had said to the girl from Rimbaud's family. The quarrel between the two scared the little baby in the cradle to tears.Verlaine's son George Jr. was born on October 10, less than two months old.

The quarrel alarmed the Fleville couple, and for a while, No. 14, Rue Nicolai was in a state of chaos.

Vitaly and her uncle live in a hotel near Arthur's apartment.She took her brother to buy some things in a shop in Paris, and bought two sets of clothes for him again, from inside to outside, from hat to shoes, it cost more than 100 francs, which is very economical.

For Christmas, there was really nothing to buy in Paris, except a dozen muslin handkerchiefs for Madame Rimbaud, a new hat for Frederick, and a dozen new headbands for Isabelle. she herself bought a woolen scarf, as her hair was cut short, and she did not need a headband; a woolen waistcoat for each of her uncles;

Because of Charles beating her, Vitaly wasn't going to forgive him so quickly, but who could call this guy her relative?Forgive him so-so!

Before leaving Paris, Vitaly wrote a letter to Mathilde and asked someone to send it to the Fleville family.Mathilde wrote back in a hurry, saying that Verlaine hadn't been home for several days.

Vitaly couldn't help sighing: This man, leaving his wife and young son behind, wandering outside, not coming back at night, what kind of trouble is this man going to do!

Arthur hadn't seen Verlaine these days.Under his sister's brainwashing, he also felt that Verlaine deliberately prevented him from getting to know more people, and that the people who came and went every day were indeed familiar faces.It never occurred to him that he had been in Paris for less than three months.

Vitaly was a little worried that after she left, Arthur would get entangled with Verlaine again.After all, it is not easy for an inexperienced boy to reject a sophisticated adult man.But she couldn't stay in Paris all the time, so she could only tell him that it was fine to go out to parties, but it was best not to stay with Verlaine all the time.

It's hard for her to talk too deeply about other things, after all, she is only 13 and a half years old.

Mrs. Rimbaud didn't seem surprised at all that Vitaly didn't bring Arthur back, but just asked her how to arrange for him.Hearing that a house has been found for him, the location and rent are ideal, so I feel relieved.She didn't know that her daughter had a lot of money, so she thought that Felix paid the rent, so she gave the rent to Felix.

Felix secretly gave the money to Vitaly again.

In a blink of an eye, Vitaly got back the rent money. She was very happy and took the money.

Before Christmas, Arthur sent a letter from his new home, saying that everything was fine, but around Christmas was not a good time to look for a job, and it would not be until January.And Vitaly had to send him his Charleville textbooks, which he was going to review.He also asked what textbooks were needed for the graduation exam, and asked them to buy them and send them to him.

Vitaly left him 100 francs, which he supposed would be able to use until the end of January.

She was worried that he would be seduced by Verlaine again, but you can't stay away