Mrs. Bread looked at him opaquely. "I wish you well sir; but it"s vain wishing now."
"You know, then, how they have treated me?"
"Oh, sir," said Mrs. Bread, dryly, "I know everything."
Newman hesitated a moment. "Everything?"
Mrs. Bread gave him a glance somewhat more lucent. "I know at least too much, sir."
"One can never know too much. I congratulate you. I have come to see Madame de Bellegarde and her son," Newman added. "Are they at home? If they are not, I will wait."
"My lady is always at home," Mrs. Bread replied, "and the marquis is mostly with her."
"Please then tell them--one or the other, or both--that I am here and that I desire to see them."
Mrs. Bread hesitated. "May I take a great liberty, sir?"
"You have never taken a liberty but you have justified it," said Newman, with diplomatic urbanity.
Mrs. Bread dropped her wrinkled eyelids as if she were curtseying; but the curtsey stopped there; the occasion was too grave. "You have come to plead with them again, sir? Perhaps you don"t know this--that Madame de Cintre returned this morning to Paris."
"Ah, she"s gone!" And Newman, groaning, smote the pavement with his stick.
"She has gone straight to the convent--the Carmelites they call it. I see you know, sir. My lady and the marquis take it very ill. It was only last night she told them."
"Ah, she had kept it back, then?" cried Newman. "Good, good! And they are very fierce?"
"They are not pleased," said Mrs. Bread. "But they may well dislike it.
They tell me it"s most dreadful, sir; of all the nuns in Christendom the Carmelites are the worst. You may say they are really not human, sir; they make you give up everything--forever. And to think of HER there! If I was one that cried, sir, I could cry."
Newman looked at her an instant. "We mustn"t cry, Mrs. Bread; we must act. Go and call them!" And he made a movement to enter farther.
But Mrs. Bread gently checked him. "May I take another liberty? I am told you were with my dearest Mr. Valentin, in his last hours. If you would tell me a word about him! The poor count was my own boy, sir; for the first year of his life he was hardly out of my arms; I taught him to speak. And the count spoke so well, sir! He always spoke well to his poor old Bread. When he grew up and took his pleasure he always had a kind word for me. And to die in that wild way! They have a story that he fought with a wine-merchant. I can"t believe that, sir! And was he in great pain?"
"You are a wise, kind old woman, Mrs. Bread," said Newman. "I hoped I might see you with my own children in your arms. Perhaps I shall, yet."
And he put out his hand. Mrs. Bread looked for a moment at his open palm, and then, as if fascinated by the novelty of the gesture, extended her own ladylike fingers. Newman held her hand firmly and deliberately, fixing his eyes upon her. "You want to know all about Mr. Valentin?" he said.
"It would be a sad pleasure, sir."
"I can tell you everything. Can you sometimes leave this place?"
"The chateau, sir? I really don"t know. I never tried."
"Try, then; try hard. Try this evening, at dusk. Come to me in the old ruin there on the hill, in the court before the church. I will wait for you there; I have something very important to tell you. An old woman like you can do as she pleases."
Mrs. Bread stared, wondering, with parted lips. "Is it from the count, sir?" she asked.
"From the count--from his death-bed," said Newman.
"I will come, then. I will be bold, for once, for HIM."
She led Newman into the great drawing-room with which he had already made acquaintance, and retired to execute his commands. Newman waited a long time; at last he was on the point of ringing and repeating his request. He was looking round him for a bell when the marquis came in with his mother on his arm. It will be seen that Newman had a logical mind when I say that he declared to himself, in perfect good faith, as a result of Valentin"s dark hints, that his adversaries looked grossly wicked. "There is no mistake about it now," he said to himself as they advanced. "They"re a bad lot; they have pulled off the mask." Madame de Bellegarde and her son certainly bore in their faces the signs of extreme perturbation; they looked like people who had pa.s.sed a sleepless night. Confronted, moreover, with an annoyance which they hoped they had disposed of, it was not natural that they should have any very tender glances to bestow upon Newman. He stood before them, and such eye-beams as they found available they leveled at him; Newman feeling as if the door of a sepulchre had suddenly been opened, and the damp darkness were being exhaled.
"You see I have come back," he said. "I have come to try again."
"It would be ridiculous," said M. de Bellegarde, "to pretend that we are glad to see you or that we don"t question the taste of your visit."
"Oh, don"t talk about taste," said Newman, with a laugh, "or that will bring us round to yours! If I consulted my taste I certainly shouldn"t come to see you. Besides, I will make as short work as you please.
Promise me to raise the blockade--to set Madame de Cintre at liberty--and I will retire instantly."
"We hesitated as to whether we would see you," said Madame de Bellegarde; "and we were on the point of declining the honor. But it seemed to me that we should act with civility, as we have always done, and I wished to have the satisfaction of informing you that there are certain weaknesses that people of our way of feeling can be guilty of but once."
"You may be weak but once, but you will be audacious many times, madam," Newman answered. "I didn"t come however, for conversational purposes. I came to say this, simply: that if you will write immediately to your daughter that you withdraw your opposition to her marriage, I will take care of the rest. You don"t want her to turn nun--you know more about the horrors of it than I do. Marrying a commercial person is better than that. Give me a letter to her, signed and sealed, saying you retract and that she may marry me with your blessing, and I will take it to her at the convent and bring her out. There"s your chance--I call those easy terms."
"We look at the matter otherwise, you know. We call them very hard terms," said Urbain de Bellegarde. They had all remained standing rigidly in the middle of the room. "I think my mother will tell you that she would rather her daughter should become Soeur Catherine than Mrs.
Newman."
But the old lady, with the serenity of supreme power, let her son make her epigrams for her. She only smiled, almost sweetly, shaking her head and repeating, "But once, Mr. Newman; but once!"
Nothing that Newman had ever seen or heard gave him such a sense of marble hardness as this movement and the tone that accompanied it.
"Could anything compel you?" he asked. "Do you know of anything that would force you?"
"This language, sir," said the marquis, "addressed to people in bereavement and grief is beyond all qualification."
"In most cases," Newman answered, "your objection would have some weight, even admitting that Madame de Cintre"s present intentions make time precious. But I have thought of what you speak of, and I have come here to-day without scruple simply because I consider your brother and you two very different parties. I see no connection between you. Your brother was ashamed of you. Lying there wounded and dying, the poor fellow apologized to me for your conduct. He apologized to me for that of his mother."
For a moment the effect of these words was as if Newman had struck a physical blow. A quick flush leaped into the faces of Madame de Bellegarde and her son, and they exchanged a glance like a twinkle of steel. Urbain uttered two words which Newman but half heard, but of which the sense came to him as it were in the reverberation of the sound, "Le miserable!"
"You show little respect for the living," said Madame de Bellegarde, "but at least respect the dead. Don"t profane--don"t insult--the memory of my innocent son."
"I speak the simple truth," Newman declared, "and I speak it for a purpose. I repeat it--distinctly. Your son was utterly disgusted--your son apologized."
Urbain de Bellegarde was frowning portentously, and Newman supposed he was frowning at poor Valentin"s invidious image. Taken by surprise, his scant affection for his brother had made a momentary concession to dishonor. But not for an appreciable instant did his mother lower her flag. "You are immensely mistaken, sir," she said. "My son was sometimes light, but he was never indecent. He died faithful to his name."
"You simply misunderstood him," said the marquis, beginning to rally.
"You affirm the impossible!"
"Oh, I don"t care for poor Valentin"s apology," said Newman. "It was far more painful than pleasant to me. This atrocious thing was not his fault; he never hurt me, or any one else; he was the soul of honor. But it shows how he took it."
"If you wish to prove that my poor brother, in his last moments, was out of his head, we can only say that under the melancholy circ.u.mstances nothing was more possible. But confine yourself to that."
"He was quite in his right mind," said Newman, with gentle but dangerous doggedness; "I have never seen him so bright and clever. It was terrible to see that witty, capable fellow dying such a death. You know I was very fond of your brother. And I have further proof of his sanity,"
Newman concluded.
The marquise gathered herself together majestically. "This is too gross!" she cried. "We decline to accept your story, sir--we repudiate it. Urbain, open the door." She turned away, with an imperious motion to her son, and pa.s.sed rapidly down the length of the room. The marquis went with her and held the door open. Newman was left standing.
He lifted his finger, as a sign to M. de Bellegarde, who closed the door behind his mother and stood waiting. Newman slowly advanced, more silent, for the moment, than life. The two men stood face to face. Then Newman had a singular sensation; he felt his sense of injury almost br.i.m.m.i.n.g over into jocularity. "Come," he said, "you don"t treat me well; at least admit that."
M. de Bellegarde looked at him from head to foot, and then, in the most delicate, best-bred voice, "I detest you, personally," he said.