"Yes, I told you that if we could only marry a French prince to the sister of the Queen of Spain, it would be one of the most brilliant of diplomatic triumphs to give the aforesaid queen, for a husband, a prince who offered sufficient guarantees--through his antecedents--that the queen would never have any children. The throne would then pa.s.s eventually into the possession of her sister"s children, that is to say, into the possession of French princes. A magnificent combination," added the future minister, enthusiastically. "It would be a continuation of the policy of the Great Monarch!"
"Well, the ill.u.s.tration is apt. Profit by it," retorted Ravil, shrugging his shoulders.
"What do you mean?"
"Answer me this: Who are Mlle. de Beaumesnil"s only remaining relatives?"
"M. de la Rochaigue, his sister, and, after them, M. de la Rochaigue"s daughter, who is married and resides in the provinces."
"Exactly; so if Mlle. de Beaumesnil should die without issue--?"
"It is the Rochaigue family that would inherit the fortune. That is as plain as daylight. But what the devil are you driving at?"
"Wait; now suppose that the Rochaigue family can persuade Mlle. de Beaumesnil to marry a man who can furnish those same guarantees,--those same rea.s.suring antecedents you spoke of as desirable in the Queen of Spain"s husband? Would not the Rochaigues find it greatly to their interest to bring about a marriage that would ensure them the possession of their young relative"s wealth at some future day?"
"I understand, Ravil," said M. de Mornand, thoughtfully, and as if deeply impressed by the grandeur of the scheme.
"Tell me, then, are you willing that I should pose you before the eyes of the Rochaigues as a man (except for royal lineage) perfectly adapted to be the husband of a Queen of Spain who has a French prince for a brother-in-law? It will ensure you the support of the baron"s wife and sister, remember."
After a prolonged silence, the Comte de Mornand said, with a both diplomatic and majestic air:
"De Ravil,--I give you _carte blanche_."
CHAPTER XX.
ATTENTIONS TO THE HEIRESS.
Near the close of the day in which Ernestine de Beaumesnil had unconsciously been the object of so much avaricious envy, and of so many more or less perfidious machinations, the young girl was alone in one of her sumptuous apartments, awaiting the dinner hour.
The richest heiress in France was far from being beautiful or even pretty. Her high forehead, prominent cheekbones, and rather long chin imparted considerable irregularity to her features, but this was soon forgotten in the charm of the young girl"s face and expression; for the forehead, fair as alabaster, and surrounded with a wealth of rich chestnut hair, surmounted blue eyes of infinite sweetness, while rich scarlet lips, pearl white teeth, and a smile that was both ingenuous and melancholy seemed to implore forgiveness for the imperfections of the face.
Ernestine de Beaumesnil, who was now only sixteen, had grown very rapidly, so, although her tall figure was perfectly straight and symmetrical, the young girl, who had but just regained her health, still held herself slightly bent, an att.i.tude which made the graceful lines of her remarkably beautiful throat all the more noticeable.
In short, antiquated and common as the comparison is, the expression, a lily bending upon its stem, described Ernestine de Beaumesnil"s appearance exactly.
Poor orphan, crushed by the sorrow which her mother"s death had caused her!
Poor child, overwhelmed by the, to her, crushing weight of her colossal wealth!
Strange contrast, indeed! It was pity, an even tender pity which the face and eyes and att.i.tude of this heiress of almost royal wealth seemed to invoke!
The plain black dress which Ernestine wore enhanced the remarkable brilliancy of her complexion; but as she sat there with her hands folded upon her knees, and her head bowed upon her breast, the young orphan looked very sad and thoughtful.
It was half past five when the girl"s governess stole softly into the room and said:
"Will mademoiselle see Mlle. de la Rochaigue?"
"Certainly, my good Laine," replied the girl, startled out of her reverie. "Why doesn"t Mlle. de la Rochaigue come in?"
The governess went out and returned almost immediately, followed by Mlle. Helena de la Rochaigue, who made two profound and very ceremonious bows, which the poor child instantly returned, surprised and pained to see a woman of Mlle. Helena"s age approach her with such obsequiousness.
"I thank Mlle. de Beaumesnil for having kindly granted me a moment"s conversation," said Mlle. Helena, in a formal but extremely deferential tone, making another low bow, which Ernestine returned as before, after which she said, with evident embarra.s.sment:
"I, too, have a favour to ask of you, Mlle. Helena."
"Of me? How glad I am!" exclaimed M. Macreuse"s protectress, quickly.
"I beg you will have the goodness to call me Ernestine instead of Mlle.
de Beaumesnil. If you knew how it overawes me, mademoiselle."
"I feared I should displease you, mademoiselle, by being more familiar."
"Once more I beseech you to say "Ernestine" and not mademoiselle. Are we not relatives? And after a little, if you find I am deserving of your love, you will say "My dear Ernestine," will you not?"
"Ah, my affection was won the moment I saw you, my dear Ernestine,"
replied Helena, with effusion. "I could see that all the Christian graces, so adorable in one of your years, flourished in your heart. I will not speak of your beauty, though it is so charmingly spirituelle in its type, for you look like one of Raphael"s madonnas. Beauty,"
continued the devotee, casting down her eyes, "beauty is a fleeting gift and valueless in the eyes of the Saviour, while the n.o.ble qualities with which you are endowed will ensure your eternal salvation."
Overwhelmed by this avalanche of extravagant praise, the orphan did not know what to say in reply, and could only stammer a feeble protest:
"I do not deserve such praise, mademoiselle," she said, "and--and--"
Then, well pleased to discover a means of escaping this flattery which made a singularly unpleasant impression upon her in spite of her inexperience, she added:
"But you said you wished to ask me something, did you not, mademoiselle?"
"Yes," responded Helena, "I came to ask your wishes in regard to service to-morrow."
"What service, mademoiselle?"
"Why, the holy office we attend every day."
Then, seeing that Ernestine evinced some surprise, Mlle. Helena added, sanctimoniously:
"We go every day to pray an hour for the souls of your father and mother."
Until then the young girl had never had any fixed hour to pray for her father and mother. The orphan prayed nearly all day; that is to say, almost every minute she was thinking with pious respect and ineffable tenderness of the parents whose loss she so deeply deplored. Now, scarcely daring to decline mademoiselle"s invitation, Ernestine sadly replied:
"I thank you for the kind thought, mademoiselle. I will accompany you, of course."
"The nine o"clock ma.s.s would be most suitable, I think," said the devotee, "and that is said in the Chapel of the Virgin, for whom you have a special preference, I think you remarked last evening, Ernestine."
"Yes, mademoiselle, every Sunday in Italy I attended ma.s.s in the Chapel of the Madonna. She, too, was a mother, so it seemed most fitting that I should address my prayers for my mother to her."