"Ah! Pauline," responded the father, "but I have been letting the enemy in and out at pleasure."
"Good-night," she answered, and kissed him three times on either cheek; "the blessed Virgin will take care of us; good-night; _he_ never said those things; not he; good-night."
The next evening Galahad Shaughnessy and Manuel Mazaro met at that "very different" place, the Cafe des Refugies. There was much free talk going on about Texan annexation, about chances of war with Mexico, about San Domingan affairs, about Cuba and many et-ceteras. Galahad was in his usual gay mood. He strode about among a mixed company of Louisianais, Cubans, and Americains, keeping them in a great laugh with his account of one of Ole Bull"s concerts, and how he had there extorted an invitation from M. and Mme. Devoti to attend one of their famous children"s fancy dress b.a.l.l.s.
"Halloo!" said he as Mazaro approached, "heer"s the etheerial Angelica herself. Look-ut heer, sissy, why ar"n"t ye in the maternal arms of the Cafe des Exiles?"
Mazaro smiled amiably and sat down. A moment after, the Irishman, stepping away from his companions, stood before the young Cuban, and asked with a quiet business air:
"D"ye want to see me, Mazaro?"
The Cuban nodded, and they went aside. Mazaro, in a few quick words, looking at his pretty foot the while, told the other on no account to go near the Cafe des Exiles, as there were two men hanging about there, evidently watching for him, and--
"Wut"s the use o" that?" asked Galahad; "I say, wut"s the use o" that?"
Major Shaughnessy"s habit of repeating part of his words arose from another, of interrupting any person who might be speaking.
"They must know--I say they must know that whenever I"m nowhurs else I"m heer. What do they want?"
Mazaro made a gesture, signifying caution and secrecy, and smiled, as if to say, "You ought to know."
"Aha!" said the Irishman softly. "Why don"t they come here?"
"Z-afrai"," said Mazaro; "d"they frai" to do an"teen een d-these-a crowth."
"That"s so," said the Irishman; "I say, that"s so. If I don"t feel very much like go-un, I"ll not go; I say, I"ll not go. We"ve no business to-night, eh Mazaro?"
"No, Senor."
A second evening was much the same, Mazaro repeating his warning. But when, on the third evening, the Irishman again repeated his willingness to stay away from the Cafe des Exiles unless he should feel strongly impelled to go, it was with the mental reservation that he did feel very much in that humor, and, unknown to Mazaro, should thither repair, if only to see whether some of those deep old fellows were not contriving a practical joke.
"Mazaro," said he, "I"m go-un around the caurnur a bit; I want ye to wait heer till I come back. I say I want ye to wait heer till I come back; I"ll be gone about three-quarters of an hour."
Mazaro a.s.sented. He saw with satisfaction the Irishman start in a direction opposite that in which lay the Cafe des Exiles, tarried fifteen or twenty minutes, and then, thinking he could step around to the Cafe des Exiles and return before the expiration of the allotted time, hurried out.
Meanwhile that peaceful habitation sat in the moonlight with her children about her feet. The company outside the door was somewhat thinner than common. M. D"Hemecourt was not among them, but was sitting in the room behind the cafe. The long table which the burial society used at their meetings extended across the apartment, and a lamp had been placed upon it. M. D"Hemecourt sat by the lamp. Opposite him was a chair, which seemed awaiting an expected occupant. Beside the old man sat Pauline. They were talking in cautious undertones, and in French.
"No," she seemed to insist; "we do not know that he refuses to come. We only know that Manuel says so."
The father shook his head sadly. "When has he ever staid away three nights together before?" he asked. "No, my child; it is intentional.
Manuel urges him to come, but he only sends poor excuses."
"But," said the girl, shading her face from the lamp and speaking with some suddenness, "why have you not sent word to him by some other person?"
M. D"Hemecourt looked up at his daughter a moment, and then smiled at his own simplicity.
"Ah!" he said. "Certainly; and that is what I will--run away, Pauline.
There is Manuel, now, ahead of time!"
A step was heard inside the cafe. The maiden, though she knew the step was not Mazaro"s, rose hastily, opened the nearest door, and disappeared. She had barely closed it behind her when Galahad Shaughnessy entered the apartment.
M"Hemecourt rose up, both surprised and confused.
"Good-evening, Munsher D"Himecourt," said the Irishman. "Munsher D"Himecourt, I know it"s against rules--I say, I know it"s against rules to come in here, but"--smiling,--"I want to have a private wurd with ye.
I say, I want to have a private wurd with ye."
In the closet of bottles the maiden smiled triumphantly. She also wiped the dew from her forehead, for the place was very close and warm.
With her father was no triumph. In him sadness and doubt were so mingled with anger that he dared not lift his eyes, but gazed at the knot in the wood of the table, which looked like a caterpillar curled up.
Mazaro, he concluded, had really asked the Major to come.
"Mazaro tol" you?" he asked.
"Yes," answered the Irishman. "Mazaro told me I was watched, and asked"--
"Madjor," unluckily interrupted the old man, suddenly looking up and speaking with subdued fervor, "for w"y--iv Mazaro tol" you--for w"y you din come more sooner? Dad is one "eavy charge again" you."
"Didn"t Mazaro tell ye why I didn"t come?" asked the other, beginning to be puzzled at his host"s meaning.
"Yez," replied M. D"Hemecourt, "bud one brev zhenteman should not be afraid of"--
The young man stopped him with a quiet laugh, "Munsher D"Himecourt,"
said he, "I"m nor afraid of any two men living--I say I"m nor afraid of any two men living, and certainly not of the two that"s bean a-watchin"
me lately, if they"re the two I think they are."
M. D"Hemecourt flushed in a way quite incomprehensible to the speaker, who nevertheless continued:
"It was the charges," he said, with some slyness in his smile. "They _are_ heavy, as ye say, and that"s the very reason--I say that"s the very reason why I staid away, ye see, eh? I say that"s the very reason I staid away."
Then, indeed, there was a dew for the maiden to wipe from her brow, unconscious that every word that was being said bore a different significance in the mind of each of the three. The old man was agitated.
"Bud, sir," he began, shaking his head and lifting his hand.
"Bless yer soul, Munsher D"Himecourt," interrupted the Irishman. "Wut"s the use o" grapplin" two cut-throats, when"--
"Madjor Shaughnessy!" cried M. D"Hemecourt, losing all self-control.
"H-I am nod a cud-troad, Madjor Shaughnessy, h-an I "ave a r-r-righd to wadge you."
The Major rose from his chair.
"What d"ye mean?" he asked vacantly, and then: "Look-ut here, Munsher D"Himecourt, one of uz is crazy. I say one"--
"No, sar-r-r!" cried the other, rising and clenching his trembling fist.
"H-I am not crezzy. I "ave de righd to wadge dad man wad mague rimark aboud me dotter."
"I never did no such a thing."
"You did."