"Extremely, madame."
"I am almost sorry now that I made up my mind not to go to this entertainment. I never attended a masquerade ball in my life, and I should have enjoyed it immensely; but I shall enjoy Yvon"s account of it almost as much, provided he does not stay too late, for I feel rather more tired and weak than usual to-day, it seems to me."
"Madame does not feel as well as usual this evening?"
"No; still I do not complain, for it is one of those sufferings that promise me new joys," she added, with a smile of ineffable sweetness.
As she spoke the young mother leaned forward and cautiously parted the curtains of the crib, then after a moment of blissful contemplation she added, as she again settled herself in her armchair:
"The dear little thing is sleeping very sweetly, now. Ah, my good Suzanne, with a husband and child like mine, what more could I ask for in this world, unless it be a little better health so I may be able to nurse my next child, for do you know, Suzanne, I used to be dreadfully jealous of you for acting as part mother to my little Sabine? But now my health is better, it seems to me I have nothing more to ask for. Even my dear Yvon"s impetuosity, which used to cause me so much uneasiness, seems to have subsided of late. Poor fellow, how often I witnessed his efforts to overcome, not a fault, but his very nature. Had it been a fault, with his energy and determination of character, he would have overcome it years and years ago; but at last, thank Heaven, his disposition seems to have become much more even."
"Undoubtedly, madame," replied Suzanne, "monsieur"s temper is much more even now."
"And when I think how kind and gentle he has always been to me,"
continued the young wife, tenderly, "and how I have never been the object or the cause of any of the terrible ebullitions of temper which I have witnessed with so much terror, and which have often proved so disastrous in their consequences to him, I realise how devotedly he must love me!"
"He would indeed be a madman to fly in a pa.s.sion with one as kind and gentle as you, my poor dear lady."
"Hush, flatterer," replied Jenny, smiling. "It is not my amiability of disposition, but his love for me that prevents it, and though I am almost ashamed to confess it, I cannot help feeling proud sometimes when I think that I have never excited any feeling but the tenderest consideration in such an impa.s.sioned and indomitable nature."
"Monsieur is really one of the best-hearted men in the world, madame, and, as you say, it must be his temperament that carries him away in spite of himself, for unfortunately with characters like these the merest trifle may lead to a terrible explosion."
"What you say is so true, Suzanne, that my poor husband, in order not to expose himself to dangers of that kind, spends nearly all his evenings at home with me instead of seeking amus.e.m.e.nt as so many persons do in public places where his quick temper might involve him in endless difficulties."
"I think, madame, with you, that for your own peace of mind, and monsieur"s as well, it is advisable to avoid all places where there is any danger of one"s anger being aroused, so, madame, if you will take my advice--"
"Well, Suzanne, why do you pause so suddenly? What is the matter?"
"I--I--"
"Go on, Suzanne."
"Don"t you fear that the masquerade ball this evening--"
"Well?"
"Is a rather dangerous place for monsieur to go?"
"What an absurd idea!"
"There will be a great many people there."
"True; but they will be the best people in town, as the ball is given by the father-in-law of the presiding judge."
"Undoubtedly, madame, but I think I have heard that people chaff each other a good deal at these masquerade b.a.l.l.s, and if monsieur, being quick-tempered, should take offence--"
"You are right, Suzanne. I had not thought of that."
"I don"t like to worry you, madame, still--"
"On the other hand, my husband is too much of a gentleman, and too used to the ways of the world, to take offence at any of the liberties permissible at such an entertainment; besides, his intimate relations with the court over which M. Bonneval"s son-in-law presides make it almost obligatory upon him to attend this ball, for it having been agreed that all the members of the court should go, Yvon"s absence might be considered a mark of disrespect to the presiding judge, to whom my husband is really subordinate."
"My poor lady! if she but knew how her husband evinces his subordination to the presiding judge," thought Suzanne.
"No, you need have no fear, Suzanne," continued the young wife, "the presiding judge"s very presence at this entertainment, the deference Yvon must feel for him, will necessitate the maintenance of the utmost decorum on his part; besides, my husband"s absence would be sure to excite remark."
"Still, madame--"
"Oh, I shall urge Yvon to be very prudent," added Jenny, smiling, "but I see no reason why he should not avail himself of an opportunity for enjoyment that our retired life will make doubly pleasant to him."
So Suzanne, fearing the consequences of her mistress"s blindness, said, resolutely:
"Madame, monsieur must not be allowed to attend this fete."
"I do not understand you, Suzanne."
"Heed what I say, madame, and for your own sake and the sake of your child prevent monsieur from attending this entertainment," exclaimed Suzanne, clasping her hands imploringly.
"What is the matter, Suzanne? You alarm me."
"You know how entirely I am devoted to you, madame?"
"Yes; but explain."
"You know perfectly well, too, that I would not run any risk of alarming you if it were not absolutely necessary. Believe me, some terrible misfortune is likely to happen if monsieur attends this fete."
Dame Roberts could say no more, for just then the door opened, and Yvon Cloarek entered his wife"s room. Suzanne dared not remain any longer, so she departed, but not until after she had given her mistress one more imploring look.
CHAPTER IV.
"THOSE WHOM THE G.o.dS DESTROY THEY FIRST MAKE MAD."
Yvon Cloarek was only about thirty years of age, and the Breton costume in which he had just arrayed himself set off his robust and symmetrical figure to admirable advantage.
This severe but elegant costume consisted of a rather long black jacket elaborately embroidered with yellow on the collar and sleeves, and still further ornamented with rows of tiny silver b.u.t.tons set very close together. The waistcoat, too, was black, and trimmed with embroidery and b.u.t.tons to match the jacket. A broad sash of orange silk encircled the waist. Large trousers of white linen, almost as wide as the floating skirt of the Greek Palikares, extended to the knee. Below, his shapely limbs were encased in tight-fitting buckskin leggings. He wore a round, nearly flat hat, encircled with an orange ribbon embroidered with silver, the ends of which hung down upon his shoulders. Thanks to this costume and to his thick golden hair, his eyes blue as the sea itself, his strong features, and his admirable carriage, Cloarek was an admirable type of the valiant race of Breton Bretons, of the st.u.r.dy sons of Armorica, as the historians style them.
When he entered his wife"s room, Yvon"s face was still a trifle clouded, and though he made a powerful effort to conceal the feelings which the exciting events of the day had aroused, his wife, whose apprehensions had already been awakened by Dame Roberts"s warning, was struck by the expression of his face. He, entirely ignorant of these suspicions on her part, having done everything possible to conceal the disquieting occurrences of the day from her, approached very slowly and pausing a few steps from his wife, asked, smilingly:
"Well, how do you like my costume, Jenny? I hope I am faithful to the traditions of my native province, and that I shall represent Brittany creditably at the fete?"
"There isn"t the slightest doubt that the costume of your native province is wonderfully becoming," replied the young mother, with some embarra.s.sment.
"Really? Well, I am delighted," said Yvon, kissing his wife fondly; "you know I set great store by your approval even in the most trifling matters, my dear."
"Yes," replied Madame Cloarek, with deep feeling, "yes, I know your tender love for me, your deference to my slightest wish."