"What childishness!" said Marguerite; "no one would suppose that you were going to meet within two days. Isn"t M. Urbain coming tomorrow evening? Come, come, it"s time to go to bed."
The lovers again said good-by, sighing deeply, and Urbain finally followed Marguerite, who shut the street door on him and then went upstairs to Blanche and scolded her for her sadness. But she could not restore her gayety, for the dictates of reason may persuade the mind, but cannot allay the fears of the heart.
Not more than a quarter of an hour after Urbain"s departure some one rapped loudly at the street door.
"That"s Urbain, no doubt," said Blanche; "he saw that I was sad and has come back to console me."
"That"s very improbable," said Marguerite; "it"s more likely M. Touquet who has returned. However, I am astonished that he should knock, for I thought he had taken his master key."
"Go and see who it is, dear nurse."
"Yes, yes, mademoiselle; but if it should not be monsieur? It is late--we are alone in the house, and I don"t know if I ought to open to any one."
"Do you want me to look out of the window, dear nurse, I shall very soon see if it"s Urbain."
"Yes, do so; that seems to me more prudent."
Blanche had already opened the window, and she looked down into the street; the night was dark, but love renders the sight clear, and the young girl soon saw that it was not Urbain.
"Who is there," demanded Marguerite, thrusting out her head.
A deep voice answered, "I come from Master Touquet, he has charged me with a commission to his adopted daughter, Mademoiselle Blanche."
"How very singular," said Marguerite to Blanche. "What! monsieur, who has hidden you from everybody"s sight, sends a stranger to us at this hour?"
"But, dear nurse, since he has sent him, it is necessary to open to this gentleman. Perhaps something has happened to my protector."
"Is the man alone, my child?"
"Yes, dear nurse, I see n.o.body but him."
"Why don"t you open the door," cried the man in the street, "my message is urgent."
"Wait one moment, somebody will be there.--Remain here, my child."
Marguerite went down, holding her lamp in her hand. She was not rea.s.sured, but opened the door, and a man wrapped in a large cloak, his head covered with a plumed hat, appeared before her.
"You"ve been very slow, my good woman," said he, smiling, "however, I"ll indemnify you for the trouble I have caused you."
While saying these words, he slipped several pieces of gold into Marguerite"s hand. The old woman did not know if she ought to accept them, but said to herself, "His manners are not those of a robber."
The stranger quickly entered the alleyway and the old woman as she looked at him said to herself, "This is not the first time that I have seen that figure, and I remember his voice. Yes, I believe that that"s the friend my master was waiting for so late some time ago."
Marguerite was not deceived, it was in fact the marquis who had introduced himself into the house, having first sent the barber a letter in which he gave him a rendezvous outside, and ordered him to wait there until ten o"clock in the evening.
"Monsieur has been here before, I believe," said Marguerite, rea.s.sured on recognizing one whom she believed to be her master"s friend.
"Yes, yes, my good mother, I have often been here; but hasten to lead me to your young mistress. It is absolutely necessary that I should see her."
"Is my master ill?--has he been involved in some quarrel? Many accidents happen in this city."
"Don"t be uneasy, there"s nothing of that kind."
The marquis followed Marguerite, who led him to Blanche"s chamber, and opened the door, saying,--
"Mademoiselle, here is a gentleman who brings you a message from M.
Touquet."
Blanche took some steps forward to meet the stranger; the marquis had entered abruptly, but on perceiving the young girl he paused, and for some moments remained motionless, occupied in contemplating her. There was something in the aspect of the marquis which compelled respect, and while at that moment there was nothing severe in his expression, the astonishment and admiration depicted on his features lent additional animation to his naturally proud and n.o.ble look. Blanche involuntarily lowered her eyes, for she could not meet the fixed gaze with which the marquis seemed to examine her person, and Marguerite dared not utter a word, because the stranger intimidated her also.
"This is truly beyond all that I could have imagined," said the marquis, as if he were speaking to himself.
"Monsieur," said Blanche, with embarra.s.sment, "my nurse informs me that you have something to say to me, some message from my benefactor; has anything happened to him, monsieur?"
"No, lovely Blanche, no; your benefactor, since you deign to so call him, has run into no danger, but I would brave a thousand if by that means I could make you take the same interest in me."
Blanche glanced timidly at the marquis as if she were waiting for him to explain himself better; the latter, in hastening to lead her to a chair, dropped a corner of his mantle, allowing his rich attire to be seen, and Marguerite said under her breath to the young girl,--
"Mon Dieu, my child, look at those precious stones, that lace, this is at least a great n.o.bleman."
"Oh, yes," answered Blanche, in the same tone, "it is superb, but I like Urbain"s costume much better."
Villebelle, who had not taken his eyes from Blanche, remained silent.
"Why did you come here then," said she, seeing that he was contented with looking at her.
"Yes," said Marguerite, who sought to resume her ordinary a.s.surance, "for you must have come for something."
"And I have found more than I had believed possible," said the marquis, smiling. Then, without appearing to notice the embarra.s.sment which his presence caused, he approached Blanche, took her hand, and cried,--
"You in this retreat! you hidden from all eyes!--when you should be the ornament of the world and receive the homage of the whole universe."
"Forgive me, monsieur," said Blanche, "but I don"t understand you."
"I don"t understand you either," murmured Marguerite, fixing her small eyes on the marquis.
"Better still, adorable girl," responded the marquis to Blanche, without paying the least attention to Marguerite. "They did not deceive me, this is innocence itself, the most perfect ingenuousness united to the most seductive grace and beauty."
"But, monsieur, was that what M. Touquet told you to say to me?"
"No, lovely child, not at all," said the marquis laughing, and still retaining Blanche"s hand, which she vainly tried to disengage.
"It"s necessary however that you should explain yourself," said Marguerite in a dry tone, "you have been here for a quarter of an hour and you have not yet said why you came. It is very late and we are accustomed to go to bed early."
"Oh, well, old woman, go to your bed; I will remain with this lovely child until the return of Master Touquet."
"Do you think I will leave you alone with my dear Blanche," cried Marguerite, rendered still more suspicious by the word old, "no, monsieur, no, I take better care of her than that. Your laces, your jewelry, and your fine appearance do not inspire me with much confidence. Wait! take back your pieces of gold, I don"t wish them, for I begin to believe that your intentions are not good, and Marguerite will never second the plans of a seducer, whether duke or prince, even should he offer her the mines of Peru."