"May I not hope by the ardor of my attentions, my love, that I may cause you to forget a first fancy, and that I alone shall occupy your heart?"
"You don"t understand me, monsieur. I love Urbain as my lover, my husband; and you--I should like--I don"t know, it seems to me that I could with pleasure call you my brother--or my father."
This confession did not entirely satisfy Villebelle, but he hoped everything from time and the constancy of his attentions.
Towards evening Blanche again went into the park, and as on the previous evening the marquis joined her. He walked near her, feeling his love increase every moment. The marquis could not recognize himself. This libertine, this seducer, who had triumphed over the most rebellious beauties, had become timid and fearful before a child who had no other safeguards than her innocence and her virtue.
Twelve days had pa.s.sed since Blanche had come to the Chateau de Sarcus, and had wrought no change in the situation. Every morning the marquis paid her a visit, but when, yielding to the grief which she experienced on being separated from him she loved, the sweet child allowed her tears to flow, the marquis left her abruptly. In the evening they walked together in the park, but often in silence or exchanging only a few words. Blanche dreamed of Urbain, and Villebelle, satisfied in being near her, had not yet conceived guilty designs.
At the end of this time, a message from Paris apprised the marquis that his uncle was very ill, and desired to see him before he died.
Villebelle, the sole heir of this relative, who was very rich, was obliged to go to him, and decided, although with regret, to leave Blanche for some days. He took Germain with him, but the men servants whom he left at the chateau had received their instructions; besides the sad Blanche had no idea of escaping. The marquis judged it better not to forewarn the young girl of his departure; and he left the chateau more in love than ever, and vowing to hasten his return.
CHAPTER IX
THE MEETING. PROJECTS OF REVENGE.
We left our disconsolate young lover at the moment when he was about to seat himself upon a huge stone, and was arrested in the act of doing so by an exclamation uttered by an unseen man.
The words p.r.o.nounced by this individual have no doubt already caused the reader to recognize our Chaudoreille, who had remained in the place where the robbers, disguised as chair porters, had left him.
Urbain was startled on hearing himself thus addressed, but being one of those persons who are insensible to fear, he calmly seated himself on the stone, saying,--
"Pardon me, monsieur, I did not see you."
Chaudoreille half rose, looked at Urbain, and began to feel rea.s.sured.
Besides, what had he to fear now? His money was gone and his costume would not be likely to tempt robbers. Rolande, it is true, was still left him, for the thieves had perceived that in his hands the weapon was not dangerous.
"By jingo! you woke me up, comrade; and I was having a delightful dream.
I still had the two thousand livres of gold in my pockets, when I awakened to the sad reality. O thousand million mustaches! The thieves, the scoundrels! they have taken everything from me. I"ve had a fine experience; I don"t own so much as an obole. O death! O fury! O despair!"
Chaudoreille again threw himself upon the ground, and pulled two or three hairs from his mustache. Feeling that this would not restore his crowns, he quieted himself, and again looked at Urbain, who was sighing deeply, and appeared to pay no attention to the despair of the despoiled man.
"What the deuce! this is a taciturn fellow," said the Gascon to himself; and then he again addressed Urbain.
"I"ll wager that you have been robbed, also, comrade. This town is indeed infested with thieves and bandits; one is safe only in the midst of a patrol, and yet one can"t be proud of the watch. It was that cursed theatre brought this misfortune upon me; those wretched comedians at the Hotel de Bourgogne dared to mock at a gentleman of my race. Ah, Turlupin, my friend, I"ll get even with you. Tomorrow I"ll lay a complaint before the criminal magistrate, and I"ll put you and Gautier-Garguille in a dungeon. But, alas, that won"t restore my two hundred pistoles. I"ll wager you haven"t as much on you, comrade--hey?
By jingo, you sigh as though they had despoiled you of the towers of Notre-Dame. Were you robbed in a sedan chair?"
A deep sigh was Urbain"s only response; then he murmured to himself,--
"Alas, I have lost her forever!"
"I was sure he"d lost his purse," said Chaudoreille, "or rather, that some one had taken it from him. Did you lose it in this neighborhood, comrade?"
Urbain looked at him in surprise, then he said,--
"I don"t know where she can be. I have been running all over Paris since eight o"clock, and I have learned nothing."
"If you only had a lantern, that would help you--was it very large? If we recover it full, comrade, you must share it with me. That"s understood."
Urbain rose and seized Chaudoreille by the throat, and holding him tightly to the ground, exclaimed,--
"Wretch! do you dare to insult my sorrow? If I should listen to my anger--"
"O mercy! do not listen to it, I beg of you. Ugh, I can"t bear it any longer. What the devil sort of man are you? Did you come from the Chateau de Vincennes? Because I offer to help you look for your lost purse, you try to strangle me!"
"My purse? what, you were talking about money?"
"How could I talk about anything else after having had so much of it as I have."
"Excuse me, monsieur, I didn"t understand you."
"I"m beginning to see that; but, by jingo, we were nearly choked, that is to say, you choked me. What a grip you have, it"s like mine when I hold Rolande. It appears that it"s not money you"ve lost, then?"
"O monsieur, would to heaven it were! I would give all I possess to recover her whom I adore--she who was about to become my wife!"
"Poor simpleton," said Chaudoreille to himself, "it"s on account of a woman that he"s lamenting thus. He doesn"t know what it is to lose two hundred pistoles, without counting the small change. But since he"s not been robbed, I"ll try to make him useful--if I could replenish my pockets by helping him to find his la.s.s!"
The chevalier rose, and seating himself on a stone near Urbain, said to him, in a feeling voice,--
"Tell me your troubles, young man, I"m the protector of everything in nature that suffers--in consideration of a slight gratuity; but I never charge anything, trusting to the generosity of those whom I oblige."
"What could you do for me, monsieur? I have not the least trace of the abductors, nor of the route they have taken. Oh, I feel that courage has abandoned me."
"What a thing to say, young man! Courage should never leave you. For shame!--in all the phases of life it is courage which makes us equal the G.o.ds, who, in truth, should not fear death itself, since they are immortal. But to return to you. If you have money it is always a resource. I shall help you to find your sweetheart; two of my friends are detectives, that is to say, they operate as amateurs for the good of humanity. Tell me in what neighborhood did the little one live?"
"In the Rue des Bourdonnais, with the barber Touquet, who brought her up."
"At the barber"s? Rue des Bourdonnais--and your sweetheart is named Blanche?"
"Yes, monsieur, do you know her? Oh, pray tell me."
"One moment, one moment, my young friend. Hang it! this is an event for which I--give us your hand; by jingo, you"re very fortunate to have met me."
"What! can you help me to find Blanche?" and Urbain threw himself on Chaudoreille"s neck.
"This young man is the one Blanche was going to marry," said the Gascon to himself, as he disengaged himself from Urbain"s grasp. "It appears as though the marquis had already carried the little one off; but he has paid me, I have nothing more to hope for from him; so I must turn to the young lover"s side. However, I shall be prudent and not let him know who I am, nor what I have done in this intrigue."
Urbain pressed Chaudoreille to explain himself, and the latter answered, in a mysterious tone,--
"I am acquainted with neither Blanche nor the barber, but one of my friends goes often to Touquet"s shop. I remember now that he has often spoken to me of your approaching marriage."
"That"s singular! M. Touquet advised the greatest secrecy, and he himself--"
"But, you see, some one must have spoken of it, since I know it. But a man of high rank, a great n.o.bleman, was in love with your promised wife."