"Come, monseigneur, pull yourself together. They will say that you yield to the threats of this little Julia."
"My uncle is very ill, perhaps he will not last through the night. I shall soon return to Sarcus, then I will not again leave Blanche, I will listen to nothing but my love."
"With women, monseigneur, that causes everything to be forgiven."
Since the barber knew that the marquis suspected where he had obtained his fortune, he believed that it was for his interest to lose sight of Blanche. If Villebelle dreamed of reentering the path of honor, Touquet could no longer feel easy as to himself.
The marquis regained his hotel. As he had foreseen, his uncle expired during the night, leaving him immense wealth; which would lead one to think that fortune does not show her preference to those who make good use of her favors. But someone answers to that, that fortune does not make happiness; it is, therefore, necessary to console the unhappy a little.
A week sufficed the marquis to settle his affairs. At the end of that time he prepared to return to Blanche, to whom he carried presents of every kind, which were carefully packed in the travelling carriage.
Chaudoreille, who was continually on the watch about the hotel, saw these preparations for departure, and ran to tell Julia.
"Enough," said the young Italian, "I have long been prepared for this, and I have bought two good horses. You shall come with me."
"To the end of the world; I am devoted to you."
"I do not think that we shall have to go very far, we shall have nothing to do but follow the marquis" carriage."
"I understand you."
"You can ride a horse?"
"Perfectly; however, I prefer donkeys, they don"t trot so fast."
"Idiot! can one hope to follow a post-chaise on an a.s.s? Make all your preparations."
"They are made. I have my wardrobe upon me; as to my purse, yesterday evening I had some cursed ill-luck while you relieved me at the hotel. I didn"t remain in the gambling-house longer than between five and ten minutes, and I had well calculated my play; well, I can say with Francis the First, I have lost everything but honor."
While Chaudoreille rattled on, Julia donned a large cloak, and took all the money which remained to her. Then she sent the Gascon to his post, while she went to get the horses. Towards seven o"clock in the evening the marquis got into his carriage with Germain and started for the Chateau de Sarcus, not for one moment thinking that Julia and Chaudoreille were following his carriage from afar.
Leaving the travellers to make their way we will return to poor Urbain, who, for a long time past, had languished on his bed, kept there by illness and grief. He was heartbroken at being without strength to go in search of his dear Blanche, and the good girl who gave him every care, incessantly repeated to him,--
"The more you disquiet yourself, the longer you r.e.t.a.r.d your cure."
Someone had told him that a great n.o.bleman was Blanche"s abductor, and he was in despair at not having been able to keep his appointment with this man, who would have told him his rival"s name. But at last he felt better and could go out, and the first use which he made of his returning strength was to go to the barber"s house. It was closed on every side, the shutters had not been taken down from the shop, although the hours of labor had long since begun; Urbain knocked, but no one opened to him.
"It is useless for you to knock," said a neighbor to him, "the house is empty and is for sale. You must inquire at the agent"s, Rue des Mauvaises-Paroles."
"And the barber?"
"The barber has left it, I tell you, there"s n.o.body there."
"And Marguerite?"
"She died a week ago."
"Marguerite is dead--is it possible?"
"Why, what is there so extraordinary in that? The poor woman wasn"t young."
"Where can I find M. Touquet now?"
"I can"t give you any information. That man was a bear, and he spoke to n.o.body."
Urbain departed, discouraged at this new event. He grieved for the good Marguerite, who had been the witness of his love and his happiness. He had no idea of any way in which he could obtain information as to Blanche"s fate. He went to the Porte Montmartre and waited for three hours, in the hope that he who had given him an appointment would come there; but he waited in vain, and then turned despairingly towards his lodging. The good-natured girl, to whom he made his lament, tried to console him by saying,--
"If it"s a n.o.bleman who has abducted your mistress, you must go and ask for her at all the great n.o.blemen"s houses."
Suddenly Urbain uttered a joyful exclamation, and a slight smile animated his pale and sorrowful features.
"There still remains one hope," he said.
"And what is that, monsieur?"
"In the midst of all these events I had forgotten that adventure, however, it may yet serve me."
"What adventure; monsieur?"
"Listen to me. You remember that in order to see Blanche I was for some time obliged to disguise myself as a woman."
"Oh, yes, monsieur, I remember very well. Didn"t I help to dress you and to put in your pins?"
The girl smiled. Urbain paid no attention and continued,--
"One evening, I think it was the first time that I wore my disguise, having been accosted by several men, I escaped them by traversing many streets and it was very late when I found myself in the Grand Pre-aux-Clercs. I had almost reached my dwelling when I was stopped by four men, whom by their language I recognized as n.o.blemen of the court.
I confessed to them that I was a man, hoping by that means to escape them, but one of them wanted me to tell him the motive for my disguise.
I refused, he persisted; I got angry, he threatened; in short, one of his companions lent me his sword and we fought, I wounded my adversary, but very slightly, I think. "My friend," he said to me then, tendering me his hand, "you are a brave man and I am very pleased to have made your acquaintance; if you should some day have need of a protector, come to my hotel, ask for the Marquis de Villebelle and you shall find me ready to oblige you." Those are his exact words."
"The Marquis de Villebelle? Oh, I have sometimes heard my master speak of him. They say that he is a great n.o.bleman, very generous, but a very wild fellow."
"No matter, he offered me his protection, and I shall have recourse to it."
"Mercy, monsieur, you will do well, and who knows whether he"s not acquainted with the rascal who has stolen your darling."
"Yes, I hope that the marquis will help me to recover Blanche. These great n.o.blemen tell each other their adventures, their good luck; such a brave man should have some pity on my torture. Why have I not already spoken to him--but his hotel?"
"Oh, he"s very well known, monsieur, and it will be very easy for you to find that out."
On the morrow, as soon as it was day, Urbain went out to try and find the one on whom he placed his last hopes. He obtained information as to the marquis" hotel, and he soon arrived there.
"Monsieur le Marquis de Villebelle?" said he entering the court, and timidly addressing the porter.
"This is his hotel, but monsieur le marquis is not in Paris."
"Is not in Paris?" exclaimed Urbain, his heart contracting.
"No, he is travelling."