"I will neither admit nor deny it. You understand that a man does not very readily place his heart where there is no hope of return, and that it is most essential he should take measures of security in advance."
"You are right," said De Guiche with a sigh; "a man"s heart is a very precious gift."
"Mine particularly is very tender, and in that light I present it to you."
"Oh! you are well known, comte. Well?"
"It is simply a question of Mademoiselle de Tonnay-Charente."
"Why, my dear Saint-Aignan, you are losing your senses, I should think."
"Why so?"
"I have never shown or taken any interest in Mademoiselle de Tonnay-Charente."
"Bah!"
"Never."
"Did you not obtain admission for Mademoiselle de Tonnay-Charente into Madame"s household?"
"Mademoiselle de Tonnay-Charente-and you ought to know it better than any one else, my dear comte-is of a sufficiently good family to make her presence here desirable, and her admittance very easy."
"You are jesting."
"No; and upon my honor I do not know what you mean."
"And you had nothing, then, to do with her admission?"
"No."
"You do not know her?"
"I saw her for the first time the day she was presented to Madame. Therefore, as I have never taken any interest in her, as I do not know her, I am not able to give you the information you require." And De Guiche made a movement as though he were about to leave his questioner.
"Nay, nay, one moment, my dear comte," said Saint-Aignan; "you shall not escape me in this manner."
"Why, really, it seems to me that it is now time to return to our apartments."
"And yet you were not going in when I-did not meet, but found you."
"Therefore, my dear comte," said De Guiche, "as long as you have anything to say to me, I place myself entirely at your service."
"And you are quite right in doing so. What matters half an hour more or less? Will you swear that you have no injurious communications to make to me about her, and that any injurious communications you might possibly have to make are not the cause of your silence?"
"Oh! I believe the poor child to be as pure as crystal."
"You overwhelm me with joy. And yet I do not wish to have towards you the appearance of a man so badly informed as I seem. It is quite certain that you supplied the princess"s household with the ladies of honor. Nay, a song has even been written about it."
"Oh! songs are written about everything."
"Do you know it?"
"No: sing it to me and I shall make its acquaintance."
"I cannot tell you how it begins; I only remember how it ends."
"Very well, at all events, that is something."
"When Maids of Honor happen to run short, Lo!-Guiche will furnish the entire Court."
"The idea is weak, and the rhyme poor," said De Guiche.
"What can you expect, my dear fellow? it is not Racine"s or Moliere"s, but La Feuillade"s; and a great lord cannot rhyme like a beggarly poet."
"It is very unfortunate, though, that you only remember the termination."
"Stay, stay, I have just recollected the beginning of the second couplet."
"Why, there"s the birdcage, with a pretty pair, The charming Montalais, and..."
"And La Valliere," exclaimed Guiche, impatiently, and completely ignorant besides of Saint-Aignan"s object.
"Yes, yes, you have it. You have hit upon the word, "La Valliere.""
"A grand discovery indeed."
"Montalais and La Valliere, these, then, are the two young girls in whom you interest yourself," said Saint-Aignan, laughing.
"And so Mademoiselle de Tonnay-Charente"s name is not to be met with in the song?"
"No, indeed."
"And are you satisfied, then?"
"Perfectly; but I find Montalais there," said Saint-Aignan, still laughing.
"Oh! you will find her everywhere. She is a singularly active young lady."
"You know her?"
"Indirectly. She was the protegee of a man named Malicorne, who is a protegee of Manicamp"s; Manicamp asked me to get the situation of maid of honor for Montalais in Madame"s household, and a situation for Malicorne as an officer in Monsieur"s household. Well, I asked for the appointments, for you know very well that I have a weakness for that droll fellow Manicamp."
"And you obtained what you sought?"
"For Montalais, yes; for Malicorne, yes and no; for as yet he is only on trial. Do you wish to know anything else?"
"The last word of the couplet still remains, La Valliere," said Saint-Aignan, resuming the smile that so tormented Guiche.
"Well," said the latter, "it is true that I obtained admission for her in Madame"s household."
"Ah!" said Saint-Aignan.
"But," continued Guiche, a.s.suming a great coldness of manner, "you will oblige me, comte, not to jest about that name. Mademoiselle la Baume le Blanc de la Valliere is a young lady perfectly well-conducted."
"Perfectly well-conducted do you say?"
"Yes."
"Then you have not heard the last rumor?" exclaimed Saint-Aignan.
"No, and you will do me a service, my dear comte, in keeping this report to yourself and to those who circulate it."
"Ah! bah! you take the matter up very seriously."
"Yes; Mademoiselle de Valliere is beloved by one of my best friends."
Saint-Aignan started. "Aha!" he said.
"Yes, comte," continued Guiche; "and consequently, you, the most distinguished man in France for polished courtesy of manner, will understand that I cannot allow my friend to be placed in a ridiculous position."
Saint-Aignan began to bite his nails, partially from vexation, and partially from disappointed curiosity. Guiche made him a very profound bow.
"You send me away," said Saint-Aignan, who was dying to know the name of the friend.
"I do not send you away, my dear fellow. I am going to finish my lines to Phyllis."
"And those lines-"
"Are a quatrain. You understand, I trust, that a quatrain is a serious affair?"
"Of course."
"And as, of these four lines, of which it is composed, I have yet three and a half to make, I need my undivided attention."
"I quite understand. Adieu! comte. By the by-"
"What?"
"Are you quick at making verses?"
"Wonderfully so."
"Will you have quite finished the three lines and a half to-morrow morning?"
"I hope so."
"Adieu, then, until to-morrow."
"Adieu, adieu!"
Saint-Aignan was obliged to accept the notice to quit; he accordingly did so, and disappeared behind the hedge. Their conversation had led Guiche and Saint-Aignan a good distance from the chateau.
Every mathematician, every poet, and every dreamer has his own subjects of interest. Saint-Aignan, on leaving Guiche, found himself at the extremity of the grove,-at the very spot where the outbuildings of the servants begin, and where, behind the thickets of acacias and chestnut-trees interlacing their branches, which were hidden by ma.s.ses of clematis and young vines, the wall which separated the woods from the courtyard was erected. Saint-Aignan, alone, took the path which led towards these buildings; De Guiche going off in the opposite direction. The one proceeded to the flower-garden, while the other bent his steps towards the walls. Saint-Aignan walked on between rows of mountain-ash, lilac, and hawthorn, which formed an almost impenetrable roof above his head; his feet were buried in the soft gravel and thick moss. He was deliberating a means of taking his revenge, which seemed difficult for him to carry out, and was vexed with himself for not having learned more about La Valliere, notwithstanding the ingenious measures he had resorted to in order to acquire more information about her, when suddenly the murmur of a human voice attracted his attention. He heard whispers, the complaining tones of a woman"s voice mingled with entreaties, smothered laughter, sighs, and half-stilted exclamations of surprise; but above them all, the woman"s voice prevailed. Saint-Aignan stopped to look about him; he perceived from the greatest surprise that the voices proceeded, not from the ground, but from the branches of the trees. As he glided along under the covered walk, he raised his head, and observed at the top of the wall a woman perched upon a ladder, in eager conversation with a man seated on a branch of a chestnut-tree, whose head alone could be seen, the rest of his body being concealed in the thick covert of the chestnut. 5
Chapter XLIX. The Labyrinth.
Saint-Aignan, who had only been seeking for information, had met with an adventure. This was indeed a piece of good luck. Curious to learn why, and particularly what about, this man and woman were conversing at such an hour, and in such a singular position, Saint-Aignan made himself as small as he possibly could, and approached almost under the rounds of the ladder. And taking measures to make himself as comfortable as possible, he leaned his back against a tree and listened, and heard the following conversation. The woman was the first to speak.
"Really, Monsieur Manicamp," she said, in a voice which, notwithstanding the reproaches she addressed to him, preserved a marked tone of coquetry, "really your indiscretion is of a very dangerous character. We cannot talk long in this manner without being observed."
"That is very probable," said the man, in the calmest and coolest of tones.
"In that case, then, what would people say? Oh! if any one were to see me, I declare I should die of very shame."
"Oh! that would be very silly; I do not believe you would."
"It might have been different if there had been anything between us; but to injure myself gratuitously is really very foolish of me; so, adieu, Monsieur Manicamp."
"So far so good; I know the man, and now let me see who the woman is," said Saint-Aignan, watching the rounds of the ladder, on which were standing two pretty little feet covered with blue satin shoes.
"Nay, nay, for pity"s sake, my dear Montalais," cried Manicamp, "deuce take it, do not go away; I have a great many things to say to you, of the greatest importance, still."
"Montalais," said Saint-Aignan to himself, "one of the three. Each of the three gossips had her adventure, only I imagined the hero of this one"s adventure was Malicorne and not Manicamp."
At her companion"s appeal, Montalais stopped in the middle of her descent, and Saint-Aignan could observe the unfortunate Manicamp climb from one branch of the chestnut-tree to another, either to improve his situation or to overcome the fatigue consequent upon his inconvenient position.
"Now, listen to me," said he; "you quite understand, I hope, that my intentions are perfectly innocent?"
"Of course. But why did you write me a letter stimulating my grat.i.tude towards you? Why did you ask me for an interview at such an hour and in such a place as this?"
"I stimulated your grat.i.tude in reminding you that it was I who had been the means of your becoming attached to Madame"s household; because most anxiously desirous of obtaining the interview you have been kind enough to grant me, I employed the means which appeared to me most certain to insure it. And my reason for soliciting it, at such an hour and in such a locality, was, that the hour seemed to me to be the most prudent, and the locality the least open to observation. Moreover, I had occasion to speak to you upon certain subjects which require both prudence and solitude."
"Monsieur Manicamp!"
"But everything I wish to say is perfectly honorable, I a.s.sure you."
"I think, Monsieur Manicamp, it will be more becoming in me to take my leave."