These words, "my good friend," uttered in Blanche"s sweet voice, always agitated Touquet; he forced himself to hide his feelings.
"Calm yourself, Blanche," he said, "and listen to me; Urbain has had a quarrel tonight--a duel."
"O heavens! He is wounded!"
"No, no, nothing has happened to him, but it was necessary to his safety that he should leave Paris immediately; had he not done so they would have arrested him; he therefore left for the country."
"He left without me?"
"Let me finish; you should have been married here, in place of which you will be married at his house; but to quiet Urbain"s anxiety I had to promise that tonight you should rejoin him."
"Oh, at once, my friend, as soon as you please; but why did he not take me with him?"
"That was impossible; Urbain had not an instant to lose; by a lucky chance, one of my friends is sending his valet into the country to find a wife. The carriage will come to take you in an hour. Get ready, therefore. He will charge you nothing and you will find everything down there that you need--do you understand me?"
"Oh, I shall be ready in a moment, and what about Marguerite?"
"She can follow you later; I need her to make divers arrangements. In a few days I shall come to see you. I"ll leave you now; make your preparations. I shall come for you when the carriage arrives."
The barber departed, and Blanche, who had not the slightest suspicion that anyone would deceive her, continued her toilet.
"Poor Urbain," she said to herself, "I was sure that something would happen to him; and he, also, had a presentiment. How fortunate that he was able to escape; but I shall rejoin him and I shall nevermore leave him."
During this time Touquet had returned to his room, saying to himself,--
"Everything is going well--the little one will start without making the least difficulty. But if Marguerite is not asleep; if she should have heard some words of my conversation with the marquis and if she wishes to follow Blanche. It is important that the old woman should know nothing--it is easy to a.s.sure myself she is sleeping, since she now sleeps in the room occupied by Blanche"s father. Come, I mustn"t be weak. I"ll go up."
The barber took his light, and directed his steps towards a closet which was at the end of his room. When he reached it he still hesitated; then, making an effort to command himself, he touched a b.u.t.ton hidden by the hangings, and a small door opened and discovered a small and very narrow staircase which led to the floor above. Touquet turned his eyes, murmuring,--
"Since that fatal night I have not been in this pa.s.sage."
He mounted the stairs, his wild eyes seeming to fear that they would meet some frightful object, the hand in which he held the lamp trembling, while with the other he held to the wall to steady his tottering steps.
At the top of the staircase was a door closed by two bolts, which he withdrew with as little noise as possible, and entered the little dark closet at the back of Marguerite"s alcove, which the old nurse and Blanche had entered without perceiving the door on the staircase, because it was artistically hidden in the woodwork. The barber placed his lamp on the floor, and put his ear to the door which led into the alcove; he soon heard a prolonged snore, which announced that Marguerite was sleeping soundly; however, he softly opened the door so as to thoroughly a.s.sure himself of the fact; then he reentered the little room and left by the secret door, drew the bolts and went down, saying,--
"There is nothing to fear from her."
Suddenly the barber made a false step, he lowered his lamp and perceived some reddish stains on the staircase. Although it was difficult to distinguish what had produced these stains, Touquet recoiled with horror, his hair stood up on his head, his feet refused to carry him over the steps on which were imprinted the marks which caused his fear; in his agitation he allowed the lamp to fall from his hands; it rolled and was extinguished. The barber was left in the most profound darkness in the secret pa.s.sage. Showing every sign of the most ungovernable terror, he ran as fast as possible down the stairs, b.u.mping his head against the wall, falling and crawling on the stairs.
"Mercy! mercy!" he cried, in a suffocating voice, "do not pursue me. Is it because I am giving up your daughter that you come anew to torment me? Well, I won"t give her to the marquis. No, but leave me. Don"t touch me with your b.l.o.o.d.y hands."
At length he came to the foot of the stairs; he reclosed the door hidden by the hangings and without pausing in his room, where he had no light, he went down into the lower room, which was lit by one lamp and by the fire which still burned on the hearth.
He threw himself upon a seat, and looked wildly about him, gradually becoming more a.s.sured; finally, he pa.s.sed his hand over his brow saying,--
"It was a dream."
At that moment he heard the sound of a carriage, which stopped in front of the house, and having entirely recovered his wits he went to open the street door.
"Here I am," said the marquis, alighting from the travelling carriage.
"I have come even sooner than I promised. My valet de chambre is already on the way to Grandvilliers. The postilion is in the saddle, these two efficiently armed men will follow the coach, all is ready; and Blanche?"
"I will go and get her; she believes that she is going to rejoin her future husband who has been wounded tonight in a duel; she has not the slightest suspicion that there is any trickery, and goes of her own free will."
"That"s excellent!"
"But hide yourself, monseigneur, that she may not perceive you, or all will be lost."
"Fear nothing; I will ensconce myself in the angle of this doorway--I only wish to see her enter the carriage--tomorrow I shall be at Sarcus, and I shall dry her tears."
"I will go and fetch her."
The barber went up to call Blanche, who had heard the carriage and was ready.
"I am here, my good friend," said she, hastily leaving her room, "I knew the carriage had come."
Touquet walked first, and Blanche followed; her heart was palpitating and, although she thought she was going to rejoin Urbain, this departure in the middle of the night had about it something mysterious, singular, which almost frightened her. When they had reached the lower room the sweet girl glanced around her, saying,--
"What! has not Marguerite come to bid me good-by and kiss me?"
"No, no, we haven"t time for that," said Touquet taking her hand and leading her into the pa.s.sage. When they reached the front door the barber put out his head to a.s.sure himself that the marquis was not within sight, then he opened the carriage door.
"Come quickly," said he to Blanche, "get in; don"t lose any time."
Blanche darted into the street and stepped into the vehicle; her heart grew heavy as she found herself alone in it in the darkness of the night; but Touquet had already closed the door.
"Good-by, my dear friend," she said to him, "I am going to rejoin Urbain, but I shall never forget you. All you have done for me is graven on my heart by grat.i.tude."
"Go on, go on, postilion," cried the barber, in a voice faltering with the emotions he experienced. At this moment two o"clock struck, the postilion cracked his whip, and the carriage which held Blanche started.
"She is mine!" cried the marquis, and the barber hastily reentered his dwelling.
CHAPTER VI
THE RENDEZVOUS. STROKES OF FORTUNE. THE HoTEL DE BOURGOGNE. THE SEDAN CHAIR
On taking his departure from the marquis" little house in the Faubourg Saint-Antoine, at daybreak, the Chevalier Chaudoreille did not feel entirely rea.s.sured as to the outcome of his duel with Turlupin, whom he believed to be a great personage; and whom, incredible as it may seem, he firmly believed he had slain; however, the idea that he was now the confidential agent of one so powerful as the Marquis de Villebelle, which gave him the right to claim that n.o.bleman"s protection if it should be necessary to him, gave him the courage to return to Paris, where he summed up the events of the preceding night and their probable consequences. The marquis had promised him a hundred pistoles if Blanche should happen to please him, and Chaudoreille was confident that he should have that sum; but should Touquet discover that it was through him that the marquis had learned of Blanche"s existence, he would have everything to fear from the barber"s anger. However, he did not forget his rendezvous for the evening.
Forcing himself to banish all thoughts of the barber, and c.h.i.n.king the crowns which he had won from Marcel, he went into a wine shop, where he pa.s.sed a great part of the day trying to obtain courage by emptying several bottles of wine. Towards evening he felt more enterprising, and returned to his lodging to iron out his ruff, renovate his complexion, dye his mustache and imperial, dust his shoes, and brush his hat; he then set out for his rendezvous, saying,--
"Though she should possess the grace of a princess, I must not forget that I have to return this evening to the Faubourg Saint-Antoine, in order to receive a hundred pistoles from the marquis. Zounds! for a hundred pistoles I would leave the Sultan"s favorite and all the odalisks of the Grand Turk."
The day was waning; for the last half hour Chaudoreille had been strolling in the neighborhood where the old woman had accosted him the evening before, looking up at all the windows, having first carefully a.s.sured himself that the water carrier was not to be seen. Finally, the servant who had spoken to him previously issued from a respectable-looking house, and, as she pa.s.sed near him, said in a whisper,--