The second person who suffered a surprise was no less a man than the Count of Fieramondi himself. But how this came about needs a little more explanation.
In that very room through whose doorway Captain Dieppe had first beheld the lady whom he now worshipped with a devotion as ardent as it was unhappy, there were now two ladies engaged in conversation. One sat in an arm-chair, nursing the yellow cat of which mention has been made earlier in this history; the other walked up and down with every appearance of weariness, trouble, and distress on her handsome face.
"Oh, the Bishop was just as bad as the banker," she cried fretfully, "and the banker was just as silly as the Bishop. The Bishop said that, although he might have considered the question of giving me absolution from a vow which I had been practically compelled to take, he could hold out no prospect of my getting it beforehand for taking a vow which I took with no other intention than that of breaking it."
"I told you he "d say that before you went," observed the lady in the arm-chair, who seemed to be treating the situation with a coolness in strong contrast to her companion"s agitation.
"And the banker said that although, if I had actually spent fifty thousand lire more than I possessed, he would have done his best to see how he could extricate me from the trouble, he certainly would not help me to get fifty thousand for the express purpose of throwing them away."
"I thought the banker would say that," remarked the other lady, caressing the cat.
"And they both advised me to take my husband"s opinion on the matter.
My husband"s opinion!" Her tone was bitter and tragic indeed. "I suppose they "re right," she said, flinging herself dejectedly into a chair. "I must tell Andrea everything. Oh, and he "ll forgive me!"
"Well, I should think it"s rather nice being forgiven."
"Oh, no, not by Andrea!" The faintest smile flitted for an instant across her face. "Oh, no, Andrea does n"t forgive like that. His forgiveness is very--well, horribly biblical, you know. Oh, I "d better not have gone to Rome at all!"
"I never saw any good in your going to Rome, you know."
"Yes, I must tell him everything. Because Paul de Roustache is sure to come and--"
"He "s come already," observed the second lady, calmly.
"What? Come?"
The other lady set down the cat, rose to her feet, took out of her pocket a gold ring and a gold locket, walked over to her companion, and held them out to her. "These are yours, are n"t they?" she inquired, and broke into a merry laugh. The sight brought nothing but an astonished stare and a breathless e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n--
"Lucia!"
The two ladies drew their chairs close together, and a long conversation ensued, Lucia being the chief narrator, while her companion, whom she addressed from time to time as Emilia, did little more than listen and throw in exclamations of wonder, surprise, or delight.
"How splendidly you kept the secret!" she cried once. And again, "How lucky that he should be here!" And again, "I thought he looked quite charming." And once again, "But, goodness, what a state the poor man must be in! How could you help telling him, Lucia?"
"I had promised," said Lucia, solemnly, "and I keep my promises, Emilia."
"And that man has positively gone?" sighed Emilia, taking no notice of a rather challenging emphasis which Lucia had laid on her last remark.
"Yes, gone for good--I "m sure of it. And you need n"t tell Andrea anything. Just take all the vows he asks you to! But he won"t now; you see he wants a reconciliation as much as you do."
"I shall insist on taking at least one vow," said Emilia, with a virtuous air. She stopped and started. "But what in the world am I to say about you, my dear?" she asked.
"Say I "ve just come back from Rome, of course," responded Lucia.
"If he should find out--"
"It "s very unlikely, and at the worst you must take another vow, Emilia. But Andrea "ll never suspect the truth unless--"
"Unless what?"
"Unless Captain Dieppe lets it out, you know."
"It would be better if Captain Dieppe did n"t come back, I think,"
observed Emilia, thoughtfully.
"Well, of all the ungrateful women!" cried Lucia, indignantly. But Emilia sprang up and kissed her, and began pressing her with all sorts of questions, or rather with all sorts of ways of putting one question, which made her blush very much, and to which she seemed unable, or unwilling, to give any definite reply. At last Emilia abandoned the attempt to extract an admission, and observed with a sigh of satisfaction:
"I think I "d better see Andrea and forgive him."
"You "ll change your frock first, won"t you, dear?" cried Lucia. It was certainly not desirable that Emilia should present herself to the Count in the garments she was then wearing.
"Yes, of course. Will you come with me to Andrea?"
"No. Send for me, presently--as soon as it occurs to you that I "ve just come back from Rome, you know, and should be so happy to hear of your reconciliation."
Half an hour later,--for the change of costume had to be radical, since there is all the difference in the world between a travelling-dress and an easy, negligent, yet elegant, toilette suggestive of home and the fireside, and certainly not of wanderings,--the Count of Fieramondi got his shock of surprise in the shape of an inquiry whether he were at leisure to receive a visit from the Countess.
Yet his surprise, great as it was at a result at once so prosperous and so speedy, did not prevent him from drawing the obvious inference. His thoughts had already been occupied with Captain Dieppe. It was now half-past ten; he had waited an hour for dinner, and then eaten it alone in some disquietude; as time went on he became seriously uneasy, and had considered the despatch of a search expedition. If his friend did not return in half an hour, he had declared, he himself would go and look for him; and he had requested that he should be informed the moment the Captain put in an appearance. But, alas! what is friendship--even friendship reinforced by grat.i.tude--beside love? As the poets have often remarked, in language not here to be attained, its power is insignificant, and its claims go to the wall. On fire with the emotions excited by the Countess"s message, the Count forgot both Dieppe and all that he owed to Dieppe"s intercession; the matter went clean out of his head for the moment. He leapt up, pushed away the poem on which he had been trying to concentrate his mind, and cried eagerly:
"I "m at the Countess"s disposal. I "ll wait on her at once."
"The Countess is already on her way here," was the servant"s answer.
The first transports of joy are perhaps better left in a sacred privacy. Indeed the Count was not for much explanation, or for many words. What need was there? The Countess acquiesced in his view with remarkable alacrity; the fewer words there were, and especially, perhaps, the fewer explanations, the easier and more gracious was her part. She had thought the matter over, there in the solitude to which her Andrea"s cruelty had condemned her: and, yes, she would take the oath--in fact any number of oaths--to hold no further communication whatever with Paul de Roustache.
"Ah, your very offer is a reproach to me," said the Count, softly. "I told you that now I ask no oath, that your promise was enough, that--"
"You told me?" exclaimed the Countess, with some appearance of surprise.
"Why, yes. At least I begged Dieppe to tell you in my name. Did n"t he?"
For a moment the Countess paused, engaged in rapid calculations, then she said sweetly:
"Oh, yes, of course! But it"s not the same as hearing it from your own lips, Andrea."
"Where did you see him?" asked the Count. "Did he pa.s.s the barricade?
Ah, we "ll soon have that down, won"t we?"
"Oh, yes, Andrea; do let "s have it down, because--"
"But where did you and Dieppe have your talk?"
"Oh--oh--down by the river, Andrea."
"He found you there?"
"Yes, he found me there, and--and talked to me."
"And gave you back the ring?" inquired the Count, tenderly.