A PLEASANT PENITENCE
There was this great comfort in the Vicar"s society that, having once and for all stated the irrefutable proposition which I have recorded, he let the matter alone. Nothing was further from his thoughts than to argue on it, unless it might be to take any action in regard to it. To say the truth, and I mean no unkindness to him in saying it, the affair did not greatly engage his thoughts. Had Betty Nasroth dealt with it, the case would doubtless have been altered, and he would have followed its fortune with a zest as keen as that he had bestowed on my earlier unhappy pa.s.sion. But the prophecy had stopped short, and all that was of moment for the Vicar in my career, whether in love, war, or State, was finished; I had done and undergone what fate declared and demanded, and must now live in gentle resignation. Indeed I think that in his inmost heart he wondered a little to find me living on at all. This att.i.tude was very well for him, and I found some amus.e.m.e.nt in it even while I chafed at his composed acquiescence in my misfortunes. But at times I grew impatient, and would fling myself out of the house, crying "Plague on it, is this old crone not only to drive me into folly, but to forbid me a return to wisdom?"
In such a mood I had left him, to wander by myself about the lanes, while he sat under the porch of his house with a great volume open on his knees. The book treated of Vaticination in all its branches, and the Vicar read diligently, being so absorbed in his study that he did not heed the approach of feet, and looked up at last with a start. M. de Fontelles stood there, sent on from the inn to the parsonage in the progress of his search for me.
"I am called Georges de Fontelles, sir," he began.
"I am the Vicar of this parish, at your service, sir," returned the Vicar courteously.
"I serve the King of France, but have at this time the honour of being employed by his Majesty the King of England."
"I trust, sir," observed the Vicar mildly, "that the employment is an honour."
"Your loyalty should tell you so much."
"We are commanded to honour the King, but I read nowhere that we must honour all that the King does."
"Such distinctions, sir, lead to disaffection and even to rebellion,"
said Fontelles severely.
"I am very glad of it," remarked the Vicar complacently.
I had told my old friend nothing of what concerned Barbara; the secret was not mine; therefore he had nothing against M. de Fontelles; yet it seemed as though a good quarrel could be found on the score of general principles. It is strange how many men give their heads for them and how few can give a reason; but G.o.d provides every man with a head, and since the stock of brains will not supply all, we draw lots for a share in it.
Yes, a pretty quarrel promised; but a moment later Fontelles, seeing no prospect of sport in falling out with an old man of sacred profession, and amused, in spite of his principles, by the Vicar"s whimsical talk, chose to laugh rather than to storm, and said with a chuckle:
"Well, kings are like other men."
"Very like," agreed the Vicar. "In what can I serve you, sir?"
"I seek Mr Simon Dale," answered Fontelles.
"Ah, Simon! Poor Simon! What would you with the lad, sir?"
"I will tell that to him. Why do you call him poor?"
"He has been deluded by a high-sounding prophecy, and it has come to little." The Vicar shook his head in gentle regret.
"He is no worse off, sir, than a man who marries," said Fontelles with a smile.
"Nor, it may be, than one who is born," said the Vicar, sighing.
"Nor even than one who dies," hazarded the Frenchman.
"Sir, sir, let us not be irreligious," implored the Vicar, smiling.
The quarrel was most certainly over. Fontelles sat down by the Vicar"s side.
"Yet, sir," said he, "G.o.d made the world."
"It is full as good a world as we deserve," said the Vicar.
"He might well have made us better, sir."
"There are very few of us who truly wish it," the Vicar replied. "A man hugs his sin."
"The embrace, sir, is often delightful."
"I must not understand you," said the Vicar.
Fontelles" business was proceeding but slowly. A man on an errand should not allow himself to talk about the universe. But he was recalled to his task a moment later by the sight of my figure a quarter of a mile away along the road. With an eager exclamation he pointed his finger at me, lifted his hat to the Vicar, and rushed off in pursuit. The Vicar, who had not taken his thumb from his page, opened his book again, observing to himself, "A gentleman of some parts, I think."
His quarrel with the Vicar had evaporated in the mists of speculation; Fontelles had no mind to lose his complaint against me in any such manner, but he was a man of ceremony and must needs begin again with me much as he had with the Vicar. Thus obtaining my opportunity, I cut across his preface, saying brusquely:
"Well, I am glad that it is the King"s employment and not M. de Perrencourt"s."
He flushed red.
"We know what we know, sir," said he. "If you have anything to say against M. de Perrencourt, consider me as his friend. Did you cry out to me as I rode last night?"
"Why, yes, and I was a fool there. As for M. de Perrencourt----"
"If you speak of him, speak with respect, sir. You know of whom you speak."
"Very well. Yet I have held a pistol to his head," said I, not, I confess, without natural pride.
Fontelles started, then laughed scornfully.
"When he and Mistress Quinton and I were in a boat together," I pursued.
"The quarrel then was which of us should escort the lady, he or I, and whether to Calais or to England. And although I should have been her husband had we gone to Calais, yet I brought her here."
"You"re pleased to talk in riddles."
"They"re no harder to understand than your errand is to me, sir," I retorted.
He mastered his anger with a strong effort, and in a few words told me his errand, adding that by Carford"s advice he came to me.
"For I am told, sir, that you have some power with the lady."
I looked full and intently in his face. He met my gaze unflinchingly.
There was a green bank by the roadside; I seated myself; he would not sit, but stood opposite to me.
"I will tell you, sir, the nature of the errand on which you come," said I, and started on the task with all the plainness of language that the matter required and my temper enjoyed.
He heard me without a word, with hardly a movement of his body; his eyes never left mine all the while I was speaking. I think there was a sympathy between us, so that soon I knew that he was honest, while he did not doubt my truth. His face grew hard and stern as he listened; he perceived now the part he had been set to play. He asked me but one question when I had ended:
"My Lord Carford knew all this?"