"Then you are determined to go on?"
"Yes; more determined than ever."
The doctor had been playing with his locket for some time, and the contact of the cold metal seemed to have affected his nerves; for it was in a trembling voice that he replied,--
"I vowed long ago that we should sink or swim together." He paused, and then, with a melancholy smile upon his face, continued,--"I have no intention of breaking my oath, you see; but I repeat, that your road seems to be a most perilous one, and I will add that I consider you headstrong and self-opinionated; but for all that I will follow you, even though the path you have chosen leads to the grave. I have at this moment a something between my fingers that will save me from shame and disgrace--a little pill to be swallowed, a gasp, a little dizziness, and all is over."
Tantaine did not seem to care for the doctor"s explanation.
"There, that will do," said he. "If things come to the worst, you can use the contents of your locket as much as you like, but in the meantime leave it alone, and do not keep jingling it in that distracting manner.
For people of our stamp a danger well known is a comparatively slight peril, for threats furnish us with means of defence. Woe, I say, woe to the man who crosses my path, for I will hold my hand from nothing!" He stopped for a little, opened every door, and a.s.sured himself that there were no eavesdroppers, and then, in a low whisper, he said to Hortebise, "Do you not see that there is but one obstacle to our success, and that is Andre? Remove him, and the whole of our machinery will work as smoothly as ever."
Hortebise winced, as if suffering from a sudden pain.
"Do you mean----?" asked he.
But Tantaine interrupted him with a low laugh, terrible to listen to.
"And why not?" said he. "Is it not better to kill than to be killed?"
Hortebise trembled from head to foot. He had no objection to extorting money by the basest threats, but he drew the line at murder.
"And suppose we were found out?" muttered he.
"Nonsense! How could we be discovered? Justice always looks for a motive; how, then could they bring it home to us? They could only find out that a young lady adored by De Breulh had thrown him over in order to marry Andre."
"Horrible!" murmured the doctor, much shocked.
"I daresay that it is horrible, and I have no wish to proceed to extremities. I only wish to speak of it as a remote possibility, and one that we may be compelled to adopt. I hate violence just as much as you do, and trust that it may not be necessary."
Just then the door opened, and Paul entered, a letter in his hand. He seemed in excellent spirits, and shook hands with both his visitors.
Tantaine smiled sarcastically as he contrasted Paul"s high spirits with the state of depression in which he had left him not many hours ago.
"Things are evidently going well with you," remarked the doctor, forcing a smile.
"Yes; I cannot find any reason for complaint."
"Have you given your lesson?"
"Yes; what a delightful woman Madame Grandorge is! she has treated me so kindly."
"That is a good reason for your being so happy," remarked the doctor, with a tinge of irony in his voice.
"Ah, that is not the only reason," returned Paul.
"Shall I be indiscreet if I ask the real cause, then?"
"I am not quite sure whether I ought to speak on this matter," said he fatuously.
"What! a love adventure already?" laughed the doctor.
The vanity of Paul"s nature beamed out in a smile.
"Keep your secret, my boy," said Tantaine, in louder accents.
This, of course, was enough to loosen Paul"s tongue.
"Do you think, sir," said he, "that I would keep anything from you?" He opened the letter he held in his hand, continuing: "The portress handed this to me as I came in; she said it was left by a bank messenger. Can you guess where it came from? Let me tell you--it is from Mademoiselle Flavia Rigal, and leaves no room to doubt of her sentiments toward me."
"Is that a fact?"
"It is so; and whenever I choose, Mademoiselle Flavia will be only too ready to become Madame Paul."
For an instant a bright flush crimsoned old Tantaine"s wrinkled face, but it faded away almost as soon as it appeared.
"Then you feel happy?" asked he, with a slight quiver in his voice.
Paul threw back his coat, and, placing his fingers in the armholes of his waistcoat, remarked carelessly,--
"Yes, of course, I am happy, as you may suppose; but the news is not particularly startling to me. On my third visit to M. Rigal"s, the girl let me know that I need not sigh in vain."
Tantaine covered his face with his hands as Paul pa.s.sed his fingers through his hair, and, striking what he considered an imposing att.i.tude, read as follows:--
"MY DEAR PAUL,--
"I was very naughty, and I repent of it. I could not sleep all night, for I was haunted by the look of sorrow I saw in your face when you took leave of me. Paul, I did it to try you. Can you forgive me? You might, for I suffered much more than you could have done. Some one who loves me--perhaps more than you do--has told me that when a girl shows all the depths of her heart to a man she runs the risk of his despising her. Can this be true? I hope not, Paul, for never--no, never--can I conceal my feelings; and the proof of my faith in you is that I am going now to tell you all. I am sure that if your good friend and mine, Dr.
Hortebise, came to my father with a certain request from you, it would not be rejected.
"Your own
"FLAVIA."
"Did not this letter go straight to your heart?" asked Tantaine.
"Of course it did. Why, she will have a million for her wedding portion!"
On hearing these words, Tantaine started up with so threatening an aspect that Paul recoiled a step, but a warning look from the doctor restrained the old man"s indignation.
"He is a perfect sham!" muttered he; "even his vices are mere pretence."
"He is our pupil, and is what we have made him," whispered Tantaine.
Meanwhile Tantaine had gone up to Paul, and, placing his hand caressingly on his shoulder, said,--
"My boy, you will never know how much you owe to Mademoiselle Flavia."
Paul could not understand the meaning of this scene. These men had done their best to pervert his morals, and to deaden the voice of his conscience, and now that he had hoped to earn their praise by an affectation of cynicism they were displeased with him. Before, however, he could ask a question, Tantaine had completely recovered his self-command.