""Unquestionably," replied M. de Maillefort, in more and more sarcastic tones, "a sacred duty to which you and yours will sedulously devote yourselves. Are you not continually repeating to Mlle. de Beaumesnil: "You are the richest heiress in France, and being that, you are necessarily the most accomplished and wonderfully gifted person in the world?""
""But, monsieur," exclaimed Mlle. Helena, interrupting him, "what you say--"
""I leave it to Mlle. de Beaumesnil herself," retorted the marquis. "If she speaks the truth, will she not be obliged to admit that a continual chorus of praise is resounding around her, magnificently sustained by our dear baron, his wife, and you, Mlle. Helena,--a delightful chorus in which you all three sustain your parts with wonderful skill, with touching self-abnegation and sublime disinterestedness? All roles are alike to you. To-day, as leaders of the choir, you give the keynote to a crowd of Mlle. de Beaumesnil"s admirers; to-morrow, brilliant soloists, you will improvise hymns of praise which will reveal the extent of your resources, the flexibility of your art, and, above all, the adorable sincerity of your n.o.ble hearts."
""I suppose, then, monsieur," said Mlle. Helena, colouring, doubtless, with anger, "I suppose, then, that I am to infer that our dear ward has none of the admirable traits and personal charms which are so generally conceded to her."
""Because she is the richest heiress in France," replied M. de Maillefort, with an ironical bow to me; "and in this character Mlle. de Beaumesnil has a right to the most outrageous as well as the most insulting flattery,--insulting, because it is so manifestly untrue, and dictated solely by baseness and cupidity."
"I rose, and left the room, scarcely able to keep back the tears.
"I cannot forget his words, mother. They are continually ringing in my ears.
"M. de Maillefort"s remarks were a revelation to me. My eyes were opened. I understand everything now.
"The praises of every sort and kind, the attentions and protestations of affection lavished upon me, the sensation I always create at entertainments, even the flattering remarks of my tradespeople, are all addressed to the richest heiress in France.
"Ah, mother, it was not without cause that I wrote you of the strange and unpleasant effect it produced upon me when, the day after my arrival in this house, I was so pompously informed that I was the mistress of a colossal fortune.
""It seems to me," I said to you then,"that I am in the situation of a person who possesses a valuable treasure, and fears that it may be stolen from him at any moment."
"I understand this feeling now.
"It was the vague presentiment of this fear and distrust which has pursued me so relentlessly since the truth was thus harshly revealed to me.
"The praise bestowed upon me, the protestations of attachment made to me, are due solely to my wealth.
"Yes, mother, M. de Maillefort"s spiteful remarks have really been productive of a great deal of good, though they did cause me so much pain, for they have enlightened me in regard to the incomprehensible but increasing dislike my guardian and his family were inspiring in my heart.
"This revelation at last explains the obsequiousness and servility which surround me on every side.
"And now, my dearly beloved mother, my confession becomes a painful one, even when made to thee. It may be because this atmosphere of deceit and adulation in which I am living has already contaminated me, or, perhaps, because I shrink in such dismay from the thought that all this praise and all these demonstrations of affection are due solely to my wealth, but I can scarcely credit so much baseness and deceitfulness, nor can I quite believe that I am so utterly unattractive, or that I am wholly incapable of inspiring any sincere and disinterested affection.
"And you see, my dearest mother, I no longer know what to think, not only of other people, but of myself. These doubts, this continual suspicion and distrust, are intolerable. I try in vain to devise some means of discovering the truth. From whom can I expect an honest reply?
"Nor is this all. Several recent events have rendered my situation still more trying.
"You shall judge of it.
"M. de Maillefort"s sarcastic allusions in regard to the perfections which I must necessarily possess in my character of heiress have doubtless been repeated to my guardian and his wife by Mlle. Helena, or else some other event, of which I am ignorant, has induced those around me to disclose projects of which I had no previous knowledge or even suspicion, and which have increased my distrust and uneasiness a thousandfold."
Mademoiselle was here interrupted in her writing by two cautious raps at her door.
Surprised and almost terrified, as in her preoccupation she had forgotten the subject of her late conversation with her governess, the orphan asked, in trembling tones:
"Who is it?"
"I, mademoiselle," replied Madame Laine"s voice.
"Come in," said Ernestine, remembering now.
"What is the matter?" she asked, as her governess entered.
"I have some good news for mademoiselle. My hands are all b.l.o.o.d.y, you see, but that doesn"t matter."
"I see," cried Ernestine, greatly alarmed. "What has happened? How did you hurt yourself so? Here, take this handkerchief and stanch the blood."
"Oh, it"s but a mere scratch, mademoiselle," replied the governess, heroically. "In your service, I would brave death itself."
This exaggeration cooled Mlle. de Beaumesnil"s compa.s.sion very considerably, and she replied:
"I believe in your courageous devotion, of course, but pray bind up your hand."
"If mademoiselle desires it, of course, but this scratch is of no consequence, for the door is open, mademoiselle. I succeeded in prying out the staples of the padlock, and in removing an iron bar that also secured the door, which opens into the street exactly as I supposed."
"You may be sure that I shall reward you, my dear Laine, for this--"
"Oh, do not speak of rewarding me, I implore you, mademoiselle. Am I not more than paid in the pleasure of serving you? But mademoiselle will excuse me, I hope, for coming back contrary to her orders, but I was so delighted to have succeeded."
"On the contrary I am very grateful for the zeal you have manifested. So you think we can count upon carrying out our plans to-morrow?"
"There isn"t the slightest doubt of that, now, mademoiselle."
"Then have a very simple white dress ready for me to wear to-morrow evening, and as soon as it is dark you and I will go to Madame Herbaut"s. And once more let me remind you that I shall expect you to exercise the greatest caution."
"Mademoiselle need have no anxiety on that account. Has mademoiselle any further orders?"
"No, I only desire to thank you again for your zeal."
"Then I will bid mademoiselle good night."
"Good night, my dear Laine."
The governess left the room and Mlle. de Beaumesnil resumed her writing.
CHAPTER x.x.xIII.
THE THREE RIVALS.
"In order to fully understand these recent events, it is necessary to review the past, my dear mother," Mlle. de Beaumesnil continued.
"The day after my arrival at my guardian"s house I went to church with Mlle. Helena, who during ma.s.s called my attention to a young man who was praying fervently before the same altar.