There was the pride of an unswerving faith in the triumphant tone and smile with which she replied, raising and slowly shaking her head:
"Ah-h, no-o-o, Miche! Ah-h, no, no! Not by Ursin Lemaitre-Vignevielle!"
Pere Jerome was confounded. He turned again, and, with his hands at his back and his eyes cast down, slowly paced the floor.
"He _is_ a good man," he said, by and by, as if he thought aloud. At length he halted before the woman.
"Madame Delphine----"
The distressed glance with which she had been following his steps was lifted to his eyes.
"Suppose dad should be true w"at doze peop" say "bout Ursin."
"_Qui ci ca?_ What is that?" asked the quadroone, stopping her fan.
"Some peop" say Ursin is crezzie."
"Ah, Pere Jerome!" She leaped to her feet as if he had smitten her, and putting his words away with an outstretched arm and wide-open palm, suddenly lifted hands and eyes to heaven, and cried: "I wizh to G.o.d--_I wizh to G.o.d_--de whole worl" was crezzie dad same way!" She sank, trembling, into her chair. "Oh, no, no," she continued, shaking her head, ""tis not Miche Vignevielle w"at"s crezzie." Her eyes lighted with sudden fierceness. ""Tis dad _law_! Dad _law_ is crezzie! Dad law is a fool!"
A priest of less heart-wisdom might have replied that the law is--the law; but Pere Jerome saw that Madame Delphine was expecting this very response. Wherefore he said, with gentleness:
"Madame Delphine, a priest is not a bailiff, but a physician. How can I help you?"
A grateful light shone a moment in her eyes, yet there remained a piteous hostility in the tone in which she demanded:
"_Mais, pou"quoi ye fe cette mechanique la?_"--What business had they to make that contraption?
His answer was a shrug with his palms extended and a short, disclamatory "Ah." He started to resume his walk, but turned to her again and said:
"Why did they make that law? Well, they made it to keep the two races separate."
Madame Delphine startled the speaker with a loud, harsh, angry laugh.
Fire came from her eyes and her lip curled with scorn.
"Then they made a lie, Pere Jerome! Separate! No-o-o! They do not want to keep us separated; no, no! But they _do_ want to keep us despised!"
She laid her hand on her heart, and frowned upward with physical pain. "But, very well! from which race do they want to keep my daughter separate? She is seven parts white! The law did not stop her from being that; and now, when she wants to be a white man"s good and honest wife, shall that law stop her? Oh, no!" She rose up. "No; I will tell you what that law is made for. It is made to--punish--my--child--for--not--choosing--her--father! Pere Jerome--my G.o.d, what a law!" She dropped back into her seat. The tears came in a flood, which she made no attempt to restrain.
"No," she began again--and here she broke into English--"fo" me I don"
kyare; but, Pere Jerome,--"tis fo" dat I come to tell you,--dey _shall not_ punizh my daughter!" She was on her feet again, smiting her heaving bosom with the fan. "She shall marrie oo she want!"
Pere Jerome had heard her out, not interrupting by so much as a motion of the hand. Now his decision was made, and he touched her softly with the ends of his fingers.
"Madame Delphine, I want you to go at "ome. Go at "ome."
"Wad you goin" mague?" she asked.
"Nottin". But go at "ome. Kip quite; don" put you"se"f sig. I goin" see Ursin. We trah to figs dat law fo" you."
"You kin figs dad!" she cried, with a gleam of joy.
"We goin" to try, Madame Delphine. Adieu!"
He offered his hand. She seized and kissed it thrice, covering it with tears, at the same time lifting up her eyes to his and murmuring:
"De bez man G.o.d evva mague!"
At the door she turned to offer a more conventional good-bye; but he was following her out, bareheaded. At the gate they paused an instant, and then parted with a simple adieu, she going home and he returning for his hat, and starting again upon his interrupted business.
Before he came back to his own house, he stopped at the lodgings of Monsieur Vignevielle, but did not find him in.
"Indeed," the servant at the door said, "he said he might not return for some days or weeks."
So Pere Jerome, much wondering, made a second detour toward the residence of one of Monsieur Vignevielle"s employes.
"Yes," said the clerk, "his instructions are to hold the business, as far as practicable, in suspense, during his absence. Everything is in another name." And then he whispered:
"Officers of the Government looking for him. Information got from some of the prisoners taken months ago by the United States brig _Porpoise_.
But"--a still softer whisper--"have no fear; they will never find him: Jean Thompson and Evariste Varrillat have hid him away too well for that."
CHAPTER XIII.
TRIBULATION.
The Sat.u.r.day following was a very beautiful day. In the morning a light fall of rain had pa.s.sed across the town, and all the afternoon you could see signs, here and there upon the horizon, of other showers. The ground was dry again, while the breeze was cool and sweet, smelling of wet foliage and bringing sunshine and shade in frequent and very pleasing alternation.
There was a walk in Pere Jerome"s little garden, of which we have not spoken, off on the right side of the cottage, with his chamber window at one end, a few old and twisted, but blossom-laden, c.r.a.pe-myrtles on either hand, now and then a rose of some unpretending variety and some bunches of rue, and at the other end a shrine, in whose blue niche stood a small figure of Mary, with folded hands and uplifted eyes. No other window looked down upon the spot, and its seclusion was often a great comfort to Pere Jerome.
Up and down this path, but a few steps in its entire length, the priest was walking, taking the air for a few moments after a prolonged sitting in the confessional. Penitents had been numerous this afternoon. He was thinking of Ursin. The officers of the Government had not found him, nor had Pere Jerome seen him; yet he believed they had, in a certain indirect way, devised a simple project by which they could at any time "figs dad law," providing only that these Government officials would give over their search; for, though he had not seen the fugitive, Madame Delphine had seen him, and had been the vehicle of communication between them. There was an orange-tree, where a mocking-bird was wont to sing and a girl in white to walk, that the detectives wot not of. The law was to be "figs" by the departure of the three frequenters of the jasmine-scented garden in one ship to France, where the law offered no obstacles.
It seemed moderately certain to those in search of Monsieur Vignevielle (and it was true) that Jean and Evariste were his harborers; but for all that the hunt, even for clues, was vain. The little banking establishment had not been disturbed. Jean Thompson had told the searchers certain facts about it, and about its gentle proprietor as well, that persuaded them to make no move against the concern, if the same relations did not even induce a relaxation of their efforts for his personal discovery.
Pere Jerome was walking to and fro, with his hands behind him, pondering these matters. He had paused a moment at the end of the walk furthest from his window, and was looking around upon the sky, when, turning, he beheld a closely veiled female figure standing at the other end, and knew instantly that it was Olive.
She came forward quickly and with evident eagerness.
"I came to confession," she said, breathing hurriedly, the excitement in her eyes shining through her veil, "but I find I am too late."
"There is no too late or too early for that; I am always ready," said the priest. "But how is your mother?"
"Ah!----"
Her voice failed.