""I don"t mind your seeing what I am about, Citizen Lomaque," says she; "for I know my father can trust you. That scarf is sent back to us by the purchaser, an ex-emigrant lady of the old aristocratic school, to have her family coat-of-arms embroidered on it."
""Rather a dangerous commission even in these mercifully democratic times, is it not?" says I.
""The old lady, you must know," says she, "is as proud as Lucifer; and having got back safely to France in these days of moderate republicanism, thinks she may now indulge with impunity in all her old-fashioned notions. She has been an excellent customer of ours, so my father thought it best to humor her, without, however, trusting her commission to any of the workroom women to execute. We are not living under the Reign of Terror now, certainly; still there is nothing like being on the safe side."
""Nothing," I answer. "Pray what is this ex-emigrant"s name?"
""Danville," replies the citoyenne Clairfait. "She is going to appear in that fine scarf at her son"s marriage."
""Marriage!" I exclaim, perfectly thunderstruck.
""Yes," says she. "What is there so amazing in that? By all accounts, the son, poor man, deserves to make a lucky marriage this time. His first wife was taken away from him in the Reign of Terror by the guillotine."
""Who is he going to marry?" I inquire, still breathless.
""The daughter of General Berthelin--an ex-aristocrat by family, like the old lady; but by principle as good a republican as ever lived--a hard-drinking, loud-swearing, big-whiskered old soldier, who snaps his fingers at his ancestors and says we are all descended from Adam, the first genuine sans-culotte in the world."
"In this way the citoyenne Clairfait gossips on all dinner-time, but says nothing more of any importance. I, with my old police-office habits, set to the next day, and try to make some discoveries for myself. The sum of what I find out is this: Danville"s mother is staying with General Berthelin"s sister and daughter at Chalons, and Danville himself is expected to arrive every day to escort them all three to Paris, where the marriage-contract is to be signed at the general"s house. Discovering this, and seeing that prompt action is now of the most vital importance, I undertake, as I told you, my employer"s commission for Paris, depart with all speed, and stop here on my way.
Wait! I have not done yet. All the haste I can make is not haste enough to give me a good start of the wedding party. On my road here, the diligence by which I travel is pa.s.sed by a carriage, posting along at full speed. I cannot see inside that carriage; but I look at the box-seat, and recognize on it the old man Dubois. He whirls by in a cloud of dust, but I am certain of him; and I say to myself what I now say again to you, no time is to be lost!"
"No time _shall_ be lost," answers, Trudaine, firmly. "Three years have pa.s.sed," he continued, in a lower voice, speaking to himself rather than to Lomaque; "three years since the day when I led my sister out of the gates of the prison--three years since I said in my heart, "I will be patient, and will not seek to avenge myself. Our wrongs cry from earth to heaven; from man who inflicts to G.o.d who redresses. When the day of reckoning comes, let it be the day of his vengeance, not of mine." In my heart I said those words--I have been true to them--I have waited. The day has come, and the duty it demands of me shall be fulfilled."
There was a moment"s silence before Lomaque spoke again. "Your sister?"
he began, hesitatingly.
"It is there only that my purpose falters," said the other, earnestly.
"If it were but possible to spare her all knowledge of this last trial, and to leave the accomplishment of the terrible task to me alone?"
"I think it is possible," interposed Lomaque. "Listen to what I advise.
We must depart for Paris by the diligence to-morrow morning, and we must take your sister with us--to-morrow will be time enough; people don"t sign marriage-contracts on the evening after a long day"s journey. We must go then, and we must take your sister. Leave the care of her in Paris, and the responsibility of keeping her in ignorance of what you are doing, to me. Go to this General Berthelin"s house at a time when you know Danville is there (we can get that knowledge through the servants); confront him without a moment"s previous warning; confront him as a man risen from the dead; confront him before every soul in the room though the room should be full of people--and leave the rest to the self-betrayal of a panic-stricken man. Say but three words, and your duty will be done; you may return to your sister, and may depart with her in safety to your old retreat at Rouen, or where else you please, on the very day when you have put it out of her infamous husband"s power to add another to the list of his crimes."
"You forget the suddenness of the journey to Paris," said Trudaine.
"How are we to account for it without the risk of awakening my sister"s suspicions?"
"Trust that to me," answered Lomaque. "Let us return to the cottage at once. No, not you," he added, suddenly, as they turned to retrace their steps. "There is that in your face which would betray us. Leave me to go back alone--I will say that you have gone to give some orders at the inn. Let us separate immediately. You will recover your self-possession--you will get to look yourself again sooner--if you are left alone. I know enough of you to know that. We will not waste another minute in explanations; even minutes are precious to us on such a day as this. By the time you are fit to meet your sister again, I shall have had time to say all I wish to her, and shall be waiting at the cottage to tell you the result."
He looked at Trudaine, and his eyes seemed to brighten again with something of the old energy and sudden decision of the days when he was a man in office under the Reign of Terror. "Leave it to me," he said; and, waving his hand, turned away quickly in the direction of the cottage.
Nearly an hour pa.s.sed before Trudaine ventured to follow him. When he at length entered the path which led to the garden gate, he saw his sister waiting at the cottage door. Her face looked unusually animated; and she ran forward a step or two to meet him.
"Oh, Louis!" she said, "I have a confession to make, and I must beg you to hear it patiently to the end. You must know that our good Lomaque, though he came in tired from his walk, occupied himself the first thing, at my request, in writing the letter which is to secure to us our dear old home by the banks of the Seine. When he had done, he looked at me, and said, "I should like to be present at your happy return to the house where I first saw you." "Oh, come, come with us!" I said directly. "I am not an independent man," he answered; "I have a margin of time allowed me at Paris, certainly, but it is not long--if I were only my own master--" and then he stopped. Louis, I remembered all we owed to him; I remembered that there was no sacrifice we ought not to be too glad to make for his sake; I felt the kindness of the wish he had expressed; and perhaps I was a little influenced by my own impatience to see once more my flower-garden and the rooms where we used to be so happy. So I said to him, "I am sure Louis will agree with me that our time is yours, and that we shall be only too glad to advance our departure so as to make traveling leisure enough for you to come with us to Rouen. We should be worse than ungrateful--" He stopped me. "You have always been good to me," he said. "I must not impose on your kindness now. No, no, you have formalities to settle before you can leave this place." "Not one," I said--for we have not, as you know, Louis? "Why, here is your furniture to begin with," he said. "A few chairs and tables hired from the inn," I answered; "we have only to give the landlady our key, to leave a letter for the owner of the cottage, and then--" He laughed. "Why, to hear you talk, one would think you were as ready to travel as I am!" "So we are,"
I said, "quite as ready, living in the way we do here." He shook his head; but you will not shake yours, Louis, I am sure, now you have heard all my long story? You can"t blame me can you?"
Before Trudaine could answer, Lomaque looked out of the cottage window.
"I have just been telling my brother every thing," said Rose, turning round toward him.
"And what does he say?" asked Lomaque.
"He says what I say," replied Rose, answering for her brother; "that our time is your time--the time of our best and dearest friend."
"Shall it be done, then?" asked Lomaque, with a meaning look at Trudaine.
Rose glanced anxiously at her brother; his face was much graver than she had expected to see it, but his answer relieved her from all suspense.
"You are quite right, love, to speak as you did," he said, gently. Then, turning to Lomaque, he added, in a firmer voice, "It shall be done!"
CHAPTER II.
Two days after the traveling-carriage described by Lomaque had pa.s.sed the diligence on the road to Paris, Madame Danville sat in the drawing-room of an apartment in the Rue de Grenelle, handsomely dressed for driving out. After consulting a large gold watch that hung at her side, and finding that it wanted a quarter of an hour only to two o"clock, she rang her hand-bell, and said to the maid-servant who answered the summons, "I have five minutes to spare. Send Dubois here with my chocolate."
The old man made his appearance with great alacrity. After handing the cup of chocolate to his mistress, he ventured to use the privilege of talking, to which his long and faithful services ent.i.tled him, and paid the old lady a compliment. "I am rejoiced to see madame looking so young and in such good spirits this morning," he said, with a low bow and a mild, deferential smile.
"I think I have some reason for being in good spirits on the day when my son"s marriage-contract is to be signed," said Madame Danville, with a gracious nod of the head. "Ha, Dubois, I shall live yet to see him with a patent of n.o.bility in his hand. The mob has done its worst; the end of this infamous revolution is not far off; our order will have its turn again soon, and then who will have such a chance at court as my son? He is n.o.ble already through his mother, he will then be n.o.ble also through his wife. Yes, yes; let that coa.r.s.e-mannered, pa.s.sionate, old soldier-father of hers be as unnaturally republican as he pleases, he has inherited a name which will help my son to a peerage! The Vicomte D"Anville (D with an apostrophe, Dubois, you understand?), the Vicomte D"Anville--how prettily it sounds!"
"Charmingly, madame--charmingly. Ah! this second marriage of my young master"s begins under much better auspices than the first."
The remark was an unfortunate one. Madame Danville frowned portentously, and rose in a great hurry from her chair.
"Are your wits failing you, you old fool?" she exclaimed, indignantly.
"What do you mean by referring to such a subject as that, on this day, of all others? You are always harping on those two wretched people who were guillotined, as if you thought I could have saved their lives. Were you not present when my son and I met, after the time of the Terror? Did you not hear my first words to him, when he told me of the catastrophe?
Were they not "Charles, I love you; but if I thought you had let those two unfortunates, who risked themselves to save me, die without risking your life in return to save them, I would break my heart rather than ever look at you or speak to you again!" Did I not say that? And did he not answer, "Mother, my life was risked for them. I proved my devotion by exposing myself to arrest--I was imprisoned for my exertions--and then I could do no more!" Did you not stand by and hear him give that answer, overwhelmed while he spoke by generous emotion? Do you not know that he really was imprisoned in the Temple? Do you dare to think that we are to blame after that? I owe you much, Dubois, but if you are to take liberties with me--"
"Oh, madame! I beg pardon a thousand times. I was thoughtless--only thoughtless--"
"Silence! Is my coach at the door? Very well. Get ready to accompany me.
Your master will not have time to return here. He will meet me, for the signing of the contract, at General Berthelin"s house at two precisely.
Stop! Are there many people in the street? I can"t be stared at by the mob as I go to my carriage."
Dubois hobbled penitently to the window and looked out, while his mistress walked to the door.
"The street is almost empty, madame," he said. "Only a man with a woman on his arm, stopping and admiring your carriage. They seem like decent people, as well as I can tell without my spectacles. Not mob, I should say, madame; certainly not mob!"
"Very well. Attend me downstairs; and bring some loose silver with you, in case those two decent people should be fit objects for charity.
No orders for the coachman, except that he is to go straight to the general"s house."
The party a.s.sembled at General Berthelin"s to witness the signature of the marriage-contract, comprised, besides the persons immediately interested in the ceremony of the day, some young ladies, friends of the bride, and a few officers, who had been comrades of her father"s in past years. The guests were distributed, rather unequally, in two handsome apartments opening into each other--one called in the house the drawing-room, and the other the library. In the drawing-room were a.s.sembled the notary, with the contract ready, the bride, the young ladies, and the majority of General Berthelin"s friends. In the library, the remainder of the military guests were amusing themselves at a billiard-table until the signing of the contract should take place, while Danville and his future father-in-law walked up and down the room together, the first listening absently, the last talking with all his accustomed energy, and with more than his accustomed allowance of barrack-room expletives. The general had taken it into his head to explain some of the clauses in the marriage-contract to the bridegroom, who, though far better acquainted with their full scope and meaning than his father-in-law, was obliged to listen for civility"s sake. While the old soldier was still in the midst of his long and confused harangue, a clock struck on the library mantel-piece.
"Two o"clock!" exclaimed Danville, glad of any pretext for interrupting the talk about the contract. "Two o"clock; and my mother not here yet!
What can be delaying her?"
"Nothing," cried the general. "When did you ever know a woman punctual, my lad? If we wait for your mother--and she"s such a rabid aristocrat that she would never forgive us for not waiting--we shan"t sign the contract yet this half-hour. Never mind! let"s go on with what we were talking about. Where the devil was I when that cursed clock struck and interrupted us? Now then, Black Eyes, what"s the matter?"
This last question was addressed to Mademoiselle Berthelin, who at that moment hastily entered the library from the drawing-room. She was a tall and rather masculine-looking girl, with superb black eyes, dark hair growing low on her forehead, and something of her father"s decision and bluntness in her manner of speaking.
"A stranger in the other room, papa, who wants to see you. I suppose the servants showed him upstairs, thinking he was one of the guests. Ought I to have had him shown down again?"