"Count," said the soldier, "I sincerely wish you joy of this marriage."
"A thousand thanks! But with equal sincerity I tell you that I am heartily weary of such congratulations. In marrying, one gives and takes. I give Rosaura my name and rank, t.i.tles and dignities, honours and privileges."
"And you take your lovely ward and a rich estate. A fair exchange, Excellency. I can only say that the world wonders at the delay of so suitable a union, and even inclines to the belief that a certain disinclination----"
"The world is greatly mistaken," interrupted the Count. "I ardently love Rosaura, and I have his Majesty"s consent to the marriage. But what a fool men take me for, if they suppose----" he stopped short, and tossed his head with a scornful smile.
"Well?" said the officer.
"Solve the riddle yourself."
"I understand! Your position is uneasy, the future dark, the decisive moment at hand. With one"s feet on a volcano, one is little disposed to enjoy a honeymoon."
"But when the mine explodes, and one is tossed into the air, it is pleasant to fall in the soft lap of love, there to forget one"s wounds."
"Bravo! But what if the lap refuse to receive the luckless engineer?"
"_Amigo!_" replied the Count--"I thought you knew me better. Under all circ.u.mstances, Rosaura remains mine. For myself have I trained and nurtured this fair and delicate plant, and to me, as the gardener, it belongs."
"She loves you, then?"
"Loves me? What a question! Of course she does. She has grown up with the idea that she is to be my wife. Her heart is pure and unblemished as a diamond: it shall be my care to keep it so."
"You fear rivals?"
"Fear!" repeated the Count, a smile flitting over his dark countenance.
"But we trifle precious time. What have you to tell me?"
"Something important to our cause," replied the officer, drawing nearer to his companion. "But first, how goes it yonder?"
He pointed with his finger in the direction of the closet. Federico instinctively started back, but again applied his eye to the loophole on hearing the Count"s answer. "I have just come thence," he said, "and must soon return. The hand of death is upon him--in vain would he parry the blow. Still the struggle is a hard one; he persists in discrediting his danger, and will abandon none of his habits. But the remorseless tyrant is there, soon to claim him for his own."
"Then we must take our measures without delay," said the officer.
"They are already taken," was his companion"s quiet answer.
"Your colleagues are agreed?"
"Fully agreed."
"And now?"
"Read that," said the Count, taking a large folded paper from a portfolio, and spreading it before his friend, who devoured its contents with every demonstration of extreme surprise.
"His handwriting! his signature!" he cried. "A revocation, annihilating the shameless intrigues and machinations of years! Now, Heaven be praised, our country and religion--the faith, honour, and dignity of Spain are rescued! How was it obtained? How possible? My n.o.ble friend, you are indeed a great statesman!"
"Take this priceless doc.u.ment," calmly replied the Count; "convey it to your master. Only in his hands is it entirely safe. The future welfare of Spain, the salvation of us all, is suspended to its seal. That I obtained it," he continued, his voice sinking to a whisper, "is the work of Providence. During the last two days he has had spasms and fainting fits that have weakened his mind and energies. The secret is well kept, and without the palace gates nought is known of these dangerous symptoms. In such moments of agony and depression, the weary soul recalls the past, and trembles for the future. Then, in vivid colours, I placed before him the confusion and unhappiness, and infernal mischief, to which his deplorable decision must give rise; I urged the injustice he had committed, the sin that would lie at his door; and showed how, almost before his eyes had closed, the work he had achieved at peril to his soul would sink and crumble in an ocean of blood and tears. Alcudia supported me; the others chimed in; this doc.u.ment was ready, and----he signed."
"And now we have got it," cried the officer, triumphantly, "we will hold it fast with hands and teeth. How long, think you, may he still live?"
"Castillo says not more than two days, and that he will hardly regain the full use of his intellects." The eyes of the conspirators met; for a moment they gazed at each other, and then broke into a smile.
"Well," said the officer, "I came commissioned to a.s.sure you special favour and high reward, but, by my honour as a soldier, no gain or recompense can worthily requite such service as yours."
"For me little can be done," replied the Count. "My desires tend to a peaceful existence in the arms of my young wife, far removed from cares of state. Such is the reward I promise myself. Let your acts be speedy and decided, for it might well happen that----" his brow contracted into deeper folds, and his voice a.s.sumed a discordant harshness--"I have decimated the ranks of the scoundrels, but enough yet remain to give much trouble. Take sure measures, and muster your resources. You will need them all."
"Fear not," replied the confident soldier. "We, too, have been active, and have good and steady friends. At a word, the Realista volunteers and the trusty Agraviados fly to their arms. Romagosa, Caraval, Erro, Gonzalez, and the venerable Cyrillo, still live. The Guards are for us; so are the civil authorities and captains-general of eleven provinces.
Let the moment come, and you will see that, with this doc.u.ment in our hand, all is done. Confidence for confidence," he continued. "Read this list of names. It contains those of our most approved friends, and will rea.s.sure you as to the chances of the future."
He handed a paper to the Count, who, barely looking at it, said thoughtfully--
"Leave it with me till to-morrow. At the critical moment it will be of immense weight with many waverers. "Tis late; in a few minutes I must go out. Place me at the feet of your gracious master, and tell him he will have no more faithful subject than his humble slave."
"Will you see him?" said the officer, gently. His companion shook his head.
""Twere not wise," he replied. "The time is not yet come. When it arrives, I shall be the first to bend knee before him. Be watchful, prudent, and prompt. Yet one word. You have confided somewhat in that fellow Regato. Trust him not too far. I deem him a traitor. Let him be proved such, and he shall not escape the rope he has long deserved. And now, farewell!"
The two men parted, and, as the Count returned from the door, Federico heard a rustling of silks that materially increased the rapidity of his heart"s pulsations.
"My fair bride!" gallantly exclaimed his Excellency, "I am enchanted to see you. How lovely you look, Rosaura! and how deeply I regret that important affairs leave me but a few moments to devote to you."
"It would seem," said the lady, with cold severity, "that your Excellency has converted my poor apartment into an audience-chamber."
"A thousand pardons, dear Rosaura," was the reply. "A particular friend craved a short interview."
"It is late," said the lady, pointedly. "I wish your Excellency a good-night."
"What!" cried the Count, impatiently. "You dismiss me thus?"
"I am indisposed to-night."
"You are a cruel tyrant, Rosaura."
"I, Excellency? They say worse things of you."
"Who, and what?"
"No matter. May your Excellency live a thousand years."
"With you, Rosaura," replied the Count, a.s.suming an air of tenderness which, as Federico thought, sat supremely ill upon him, and endeavouring to take her hand. She drew it quickly back.
"_Veremos, Excelencia._ We shall see."
"The devil take the Excellency!" cried the Count, losing all self-command, and stamping angrily with his foot. Rosaura curtsied low.
"You forget my rights over you, Rosaura. I came to tell you that in a few days, as I hope, my dearest wishes will be accomplished."
"We shall see, Excellency," repeated the provoking beauty.