"For shame, Monsieur le Commandeur! you alarm our good Abbe," said Madame de Peyrelade. "Come to the fire, Monsieur le Cure; you are trembling from cold."
"The supper is served," said the Majordomo for the second time, with an appealing look towards his mistress.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we will wait no longer for Monsieur de Fontane or my brother," said the Countess, rising. "The former will doubtless be here before supper is over; and the Baron de Pradines is possibly detained at court, and may not arrive till to-morrow. We will defer supper no longer. Your arm, Monsieur de Florac."
The supper was laid out in the great hall of the chateau. Wine and jests went round. Even the Countess recovered her spirits, and joined in the gaiety of her guests.
"Remove those two covers," said she. "We will tell these gentlemen, if they arrive, that they shall have no supper by way of penance."
"No, no," exclaimed the Commander; "I protest against the sentence! They will be here soon, and deserve pity rather than reproof. Who knows?
Perhaps my cousin and the Baron have agreed to surprise us at the supper-table, and will both be in the midst of us in a few minutes."
"Both!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the priest, casting a terrified glance at the vacant chairs.
"And why not, Monsieur le Cure? I remember, when I was some twelve years younger, being invited to sup with a party of friends at ten leagues"
distance. It was a pouring night, but there was a pretty girl in question, and so I rode through the rain, and arrived just at the right time, but wet to the skin. These gentlemen would either of them undertake a similar expedition, and I will answer for it they will both be here before supper is over. Come, I bet a hundred crowns! Who will take it? Will you, Monsieur le Cure?"
"I? Heaven forbid!" cried the priest.
"Well, you will not refuse to drink their healths?" said the Commander, as he filled the priest"s gla.s.s and his own. "The health of Messieurs le Baron de Pradines and le Chevalier de Fontane!"
"Thanks cousin, for the honour!" cried a voice from the farther end of the hall. "When I am a little thawed, I shall be happy to return the compliment!"
And the Chevalier de Fontane, flushed from riding, and radiant with happiness, came hastening up to kiss the hand of his betrothed.
"_Mon dieu_, Monsieur de Fontane, what has happened?" cried the lady beside whom he took his seat; "your neckcloth and ruffles are covered with blood!"
"A mere trifle, Madame de Rochevert," laughed the young officer, holding up his hand, round which a handkerchief was bound; "a tussle with a wolf, who would fain have supped off of your humble servant, instead of suffering him to occupy this chair by your side--_voila tout!_"
"How horrible!" exclaimed several ladies.
Madame de Peyrelade turned pale, and murmured a prayer of thanks to Heaven.
Healths went round again. Everyone drank to the Chevalier, and congratulated him upon his victory. Then the conversation turned upon the Baron de Pradines.
"It is now too late to hope for his arrival," said Marguerite. "I trust _he_ has met with no wolves on the road."
"Let us drink to him," said the Commander, "and perhaps, like my cousin Eugene, he may come upon us at the very moment. The health of M. le Baron de Pradines!"
"The health of M. le Baron de Pradines!" cried all the voices.
"I denounce M. l"Abbe of high treason," exclaimed a lady. "He never opened his lips, and put down his gla.s.s untasted!"
The Cure was dumb with consternation.
"For shame, M. le Cure!" cried the merry-makers. "We can have no abstinence to-night. Do penance and drink the health alone."
"To the health of M. le Baron de Pradines!" said the priest in a hollow voice, and emptied his gla.s.s at a draught.
"Bravo! bravo, M. le Cure!" cried the gentlemen, rattling their gla.s.ses, by way of applause. "Nothing like the _amende honorable_!"
At this moment, a succession of thundering blows upon the outer gate startled the revellers into a momentary silence.
"The Baron de Pradines, for a hundred crowns!" cried the Marquis de Florac.
Andre Bernard turned paler than before.
"Who comes?" asked the Countess. "Go, Pierre," she said to a servant behind her chair, "go and see if it be M. de Pradines."
In a moment the valet returned, pale and speechless. A confused murmur was heard without.
"Who is there?" asked the Countess.
"Doubtless," said the Cure, in a hoa.r.s.e wandering voice, "doubtless it is one of the guests who has arrived in time for the dessert."
At these words everyone rose from table, struck by a fatal presentiment.
The door opened, and Pere Jacques appeared, followed by his two a.s.sistants. They carried the body of a man wrapped in a military cloak.
The Countess recognising the body of her brother, uttered a piercing cry and hid her face in her hands. Silent and terror-stricken, the company stood looking at each other. The Cure clasped his hands as if in prayer; the Lieutenant of Police went over and examined the body.
"This is not the work of a robber," said he, "for the jewels and purse of the Baron are untouched. He has been shot in the temple. Does any person here present know anything of this murder?"
No one spoke.
"Where was the body found?"
"We discovered it near the foot of Mont Cantal, with M. le Baron"s horse standing beside it, M. le Lieutenant," replied Pere Jacques.
"Does any person know of any enemy whom M. le Baron may have had in this neighbourhood?" pursued the officer of police.
"Alas, Monsieur," replied the cowkeeper, bluntly, "the Baron de Pradines had very few friends in these parts, but no enemy, I think, who would serve him a turn like this."
"Does any person know if M. le Baron had any difference or quarrel lately with any person?"
There was a profound silence; but more than one glance was directed towards the Chevalier de Fontane.
The Lieutenant of Police repeated the inquiry. "I--I know of only one person, Monsieur," stammered the _boutillier_, "and--and----"
He was silent: a stern look from Pere Jacques arrested the words upon his lips, and he said no more.
"And that person?"
"Pardon, M. le Lieutenant, but--but I will not say."
"Answer, I command you," said the officer, "in the name of the King."
"It is--M. le Chevalier de Fontanel!" gasped the terrified peasant.
"You hear this, Monsieur," said the Lieutenant. "What answer do you make? Have you had a quarrel with the late Baron?"