"The good people!" exclaimed Ferdinand. "We will have care of their happiness."
"And yet," said a little old man with a countenance of repulsive ugliness, "there be reprobates who laugh whilst all true and faithful subjects weep. There is my neighbour, the merchant Alvaro. Yesterday he married his daughter to a young n.o.bleman, Don Francisco Palavar, who claims relationship with the Marquis of Santa Cruz. The wedding-guests were numerous; they sang and danced, and rejoiced beyond measure. Senor Alvaro, said I, are you not ashamed to be so joyous at such a time?
"Friend," was his answer, "let the times wag--they are certainly bad enough, but must soon change. All things have an end. We rejoice in hopes of a better future.""
"The wretch!" exclaimed another of the camarilla. "I know him well; he was always a negro."
"A knave grown grey in the sins of the Exaltados," cried a third.
"He must be looked to," said the sick King. "Salcedo, what have you to tell?"
"I have gathered intelligence," replied Salcedo, "from an equerry of a certain ill.u.s.trious personage." He paused and looked meaningly at the King, whose brow contracted, and whose lips muttered a well-known name.
"The equerry," Salcedo said, "tattled of great bustle and many visits at his master"s palace. For days past its courtyard had been filled with carriages, bringing generals, ministers, dignitaries of the church, and many officers, chiefly of the Royal Guard." On hearing this, a feverish and uneasy flush reddened Ferdinand"s pale countenance, and his dim eyes glared angrily.
"I know them," he said, "the old conspirators, the Catalan volunteers, the Agraviados. Why have I not heard this sooner? But I will take order with them. Ha, Tadeo!--you there? Why has this been kept from me?"
Uttering these last words, the King looked directly at the spot where Federico stood. So, at least, it seemed to the student, who, much confused, and apprehensive of discovery, averted his eyes from the royal gaze. But his embarra.s.sment was exchanged for consternation, when he beheld, in the person addressed by Ferdinand as Tadeo his recent antagonist, the affianced of Rosaura. The Count, who stood at his elbow, gave him but one look, but that one comprised everything--astonishment, anger, hatred, confidence of power, and a fixed determination of revenge. A chill came over the poor student, and he debated in his mind whether to rush from the room, or to fall at the King"s feet and reveal all he knew. His first surprise over, and seeing that Don Tadeo took no further notice of him, he thought it wisest to follow Geronimo"s directions and remain quiet.
"My gracious liege," said Tadeo to the King, with his usual gloomy decision of manner, "it was unnecessary to importune your majesty by such reports, seeing that they are merely lying devices of the evil-disposed. And even were it true that many visits are paid to that palace, its master has right and reason to receive them, without----"
By an impatient gesture, the King interrupted the speaker.
"It needs but to name the visitors," said Regato, with a quick sharp glance at Tadeo. "Eguia is one of them; San Juan, O"Donnel, Moreno, Caraval, are others."
"Has it not been remarked," said Mexas, with a sarcastic smile, "that in the apartments of a certain ill.u.s.trious lady, meetings are also held, to which repair the Dukes of San Lorenzo and Fernando, Martinez de la Rosa, Cambronero, and many others? What can be said against that?"
A dead silence followed this bold remark: all knew well who the ill.u.s.trious lady was who thus a.s.sembled round her the leaders of the Liberals. Suddenly the ominous pause was broken by the voice of Federico, to whom Regato had made a sign, significant although barely perceptible.
"Don Tadeo," cried the audacious student, his mellow manly tones ringing through the apartment, "is a traitor to his King. This very night he delivered an all-important doc.u.ment to an agent of the Infante Don Carlos."
The words were an electric shock to the camarilla. The King started, and showed symptoms of extraordinary agitation. "What is that? Who says that?" he cried, rising from his chair with the vigour of sudden excitement. "Who knows of the doc.u.ment? where is it? Seize him--he shall explain--confess!"
"Seize the scoundrel," cried Tadeo, "who has dared intrude himself hither."
"My guards! my guards!" cried the King, his eyes rolling wildly, his features frightfully convulsed. "Where is the paper? Tadeo, I _will_ have it back! Ha! what is this! mercy! blessed Virgin, mer----!" The word was unfinished; and Ferdinand, doubly tortured by bodily pain and mental anguish, fell back into the arms of his physician.
"The King is dead!" exclaimed Tadeo. "Help here!"
The camarilla crowded round Ferdinand, who lay without sense or motion.
"What is it, Senor Castillo?" said Tadeo. The physician let fall his patient"s wrist.
"A sudden paroxysm, your Excellency," he replied in a low voice. "It was to be apprehended--all is over!"
The Count turned away, and his eye fell upon Federico, who, seeing resistance useless, stood pa.s.sive in the custody of several of the camarilla. With a vindictive frown, Tadeo pulled open the student"s cloak, and pointed to his skirtless coat.
"You cannot deny it," he said. "The proof of your guilt is in my possession. Who is the fellow?"
Geronimo Regato stepped forward and stared in the student"s face.
"What!" cried he, "is not that Don Federico, the young advocate, well-known in the coffee-houses as a virulent Exaltado, a determined scoffer, a propagator of atrocious doctrines?"
"I thought as much," said the Count. "None but such an unprincipled scoundrel would dare to act the spy in the very palace. Call the guard, and away with him to prison. Let this man be securely ironed," he added, to the soldiers who now entered; "and let none have speech of him."
The order was promptly obeyed. A very brief s.p.a.ce elapsed before Federico found himself in a narrow dungeon, stretched on damp straw, with manacles on hands and feet. In total darkness, and seated despondingly upon his comfortless couch, the events of the evening appeared to him like some frightful nightmare. But in vain did he rub his eyes and try to awake from his imaginary sleep; the terrible reality forced itself upon him. He thought of Rosaura, the original cause of his misfortunes, and almost doubted whether she were indeed a woman, or some demon in angel"s form, sent to lure him to destruction. Of Geronimo, too, he thought with feelings of inexpressible bitterness. He, the friend in whom he had placed such implicit reliance, to betray him thus; for his own advantage, doubtless, and to draw his own head out of the noose! There were none, then, to whom he could now look for succour.
The King was dead; his successor, the apostolical ruler, the partisan and defender of the Inquisition, whose name, for years past, had been the rallying-cry of the disaffected, owed his crown to the powerful Tadeo whom the student had offended and ill-treated, whose love he had dared to cross, whose revenge he must now encounter. Federico felt that his fate was sealed. Already he heard, in imagination, the clank of ponderous fetters in the dismal halls of the Inquisition; already he saw the terrible machines--the screws and weights, the ladder and iron couch, and felt the burning sulphur, as it was dropped hissing upon his naked flesh by the masked and pitiless executioner. He thought of Arguelles, the Divine, whom he had seen an animated corpse, his limbs crushed and distorted by similar tortures; and in spite of his natural courage, a shudder came over him as he heard the bars of his dungeon-door withdrawn, and the heavy bolts shot back into their sockets. The next instant he closed his eyes, dazzled by a glare of light.
When he reopened them, the Count or Tadeo--whichever was his most fitting appellation--stood before him. With the courage of pride and despair, Federico boldly met his searching gaze. For some moments they looked at each other in silence, broken at last by Tadeo.
"I come to question you," he said: "answer truly, and your captivity may be very brief. Deceive me, and your life shall be yet shorter.
Your crimes shall meet their just reward."
"I am guilty of no crime," retorted Federico. "I am the victim of circ.u.mstances."
"And what are they?" eagerly inquired the Count.
Federico was silent.
"Do you know me, senor?" said the Count.
"No," was the reply.
"Beware, then, lest you learn to know me too well. What did you, concealed in yonder closet? Where is the paper you robbed me of? Who admitted you into the house? Do you belong to a secret society? Were you sent as a spy? A dagger was found in the closet: did you come to a.s.sa.s.sinate me?"
He paused after each question, but Federico answered none of them, save the last, to which he replied by a stern negative. "You had best confess," resumed Tadeo. "If you are no political offender, if no criminal project led you where I found you, I pledge my word, senor--and I pledge it only to what I can and will perform--you shall at once be released."
"I can say but this," replied the prisoner--"it was not my object to overhear you. An accident conducted me where you discovered me, and I heartily regret that a casual noise betrayed my presence."
"Is that all you will say?"
"All."
"You know not with whom you deal," cried the Count. Then, lowering his voice, and with a smile that he strove to render amiable, "It was, perhaps, a love-affair," he said. "Young man, which of Dona Rosaura"s handmaidens did you seek? Who introduced you into that apartment? Tell me this--satisfy me on a point that concerns myself personally--and not only will I forget all, but remain your debtor."
Whilst thus he spoke, the Count"s features expressed very different sentiments from those announced by his smooth and placable speech. In their convulsive workings, and in the savage fire of his eyes, jealousy and hatred were plainly to be read; he looked like a tiger about to spring upon its prey.
"Senor," said Federico, contemptuously, "you waste time. If a lady did introduce me into your house, rest a.s.sured I am not base enough to reveal her name. From me you get no further answer. Do with me as you will. In this unhappy land, might is above right."
"Wretch!" exclaimed the Count, fiercely advancing upon his undaunted captive, "you have betrayed yourself. I will destroy you, knave, like an insect. A lady conceal you! What audacious slander is this?" He struggled with his rage, and, mastering himself, resumed: "It has been proved that you are the spy of a dangerous and treasonable a.s.sociation.
Where is the paper you stole?"
"I have no paper," replied Federico, "and will answer no more questions.
I am in your power; do your worst."
The Count stepped to the dungeon door. Two men entered. Whilst one of them searched Federico, closely examining each pocket and fold of his dress, but without discovering the much-coveted doc.u.ment, the other listened respectfully to the Count, who gave him instructions in a low voice. His last words, which reached the ear of the student, were not calculated to rea.s.sure him as to the future. "Be it so," said Don Tadeo.
"The necessary warrant shall at once be made out, and then--despatch."
And with a vindictive glance at his prisoner, he left the prison.
It was some consolation to the unfortunate Federico, when again in dismal solitude, and with the prospect of a cruel death before his eyes, to reflect on the firmness he had shown, and on the agony of jealous doubt he had inflicted on his rival. In his defenceless and desperate circ.u.mstances, such revenge was doubly sweet; and for a while he dwelt on it with pleasure. Then his thoughts took other direction, and an active and excited imagination transported him from that gloomy cell to the chamber of the beautiful cause of his misfortunes. She knelt before a crucifix, and wept and prayed for him. He heard her breathe his name, and invoke the saints to his a.s.sistance; and in a transport of love and grat.i.tude he extended his arms to clasp her to his heart. They were rudely checked by the chain that linked them to the wall. And now pale spectres flitted through the gloom, and grinned at him with their skeleton mouths, and murmured in his ear that he must die, and never again see her whose kiss was yet hot upon his lips. And the last ominous words and deadly look of his foe recurred to him, chasing all hope. Who would miss him, the humble and friendless student? who inquire where or how he had met his fate? Far greater than he, the wealthy, the t.i.tled, the powerful, had met the fate he antic.i.p.ated, at hangman"s hands, in the dark and silent recesses of Spanish dungeons. To the long list of ill.u.s.trious victims, he, an insignificant one, would be added unnoticed. And the remembrance of those who had preceded him, enn.o.bling an ignominious death, gave Federico courage. "Yes!" he exclaimed aloud, "I will die as so many great and good men have died before me! Would that I had done service to my poor oppressed country, something to deserve the tyrant"s hate! But for thee, Rosaura, will I gladly perish, and to thee only shall my last sigh be given."
His words yet echoed in the dungeon, when he heard steps at the door, and its fastenings again withdrawn. This time he doubted not it was his death-warrant and the executioner. Nerving himself to endure the worst, he gazed sternly and steadily at his visitors.