"How do you think she will do it? You must visit the neighborhood, and if you discover Julia, tell her from me that I forbid her to present herself on these premises. If she still dares to come I can easily obtain a lettre-de-cachet, which will relieve me from her importunities."
"That will be the best thing you can do, monseigneur. Tomorrow I"ll begin my researches."
"During the time which you are at the chateau, avoid pa.s.sing through the park by the side of the lake, for you might be seen by Blanche, and I don"t wish that she shall know you are here; I don"t think that the sight of you would give her pleasure, and I desire to keep her from all that might add to her grief."
"I"ve never seen monseigneur so much in love."
"No, never has any woman inspired me with that which I feel for Blanche."
"I"m going to get some rest. Tomorrow at daybreak I shall take my way; I will search the neighborhood, I will visit the smallest cottages; Julia cannot evade my search, and as soon as I know where she is, I answer for it, monseigneur, that you will not see her again."
The barber was about to go as he said these words, but there was an expression on his face which did not escape the marquis. Villebelle ran to him and stopped him, saying in a severe tone,--
"Touquet, you have misunderstood me. Remember that I do not wish that any harm should come to Julia. That young girl is pa.s.sionate, headstrong, but her love excuses it. One should always forgive the faults of which one is the first cause. I should, perhaps, have further considered her sensibility; I have treated her with too much disdain. If she will consent to become reasonable, promise her all that she shall ask. Scatter gold, that she may be happy. In addition to that, I wish to speak to her myself, that she may explain to me what she wished to tell in her letter."
"In that case, monseigneur, as soon as I have discovered her retreat, I will hasten to let you know it."
The barber bowed low to the marquis and left the apartment.
"That man is a deep scoundrel," said Villebelle, as he watched Touquet depart. "For a long time I thought he was only a schemer and a thief; why should he still be necessary to me? But I can"t charge Germain to speak to Julia. Julia! I believed for a little while that I loved her.
Ah, what a difference there is between that pa.s.sionate, vindictive woman and the sweet and charming Blanche. Why should Julia love me so pa.s.sionately, and yet I cannot kindle in the breast of that timid child a spark of the fire which consumes me?"
While the marquis was dreaming of Blanche, who, sad and solitary in her lonely room, pa.s.sed her days in praying to Heaven and weeping for her lover, Julia, after her nocturnal meeting with Villebelle, sought to gain speech with the young prisoner. The watchfulness of the marquis"
people did not prevent her from gliding through the park; but though she drew near the lake it was impossible to reach the tower; they had taken away all the boats for fear that one of them should serve as a means of approaching Blanche"s windows. As for Chaudoreille, being ordered to watch all who entered or left the chateau, he hid himself in a thick bush, which was about two cannon shots from the entrance to the castle; and there, having Rolande bare at one side by way of precaution, and a bottle of wine at the other, he pa.s.sed his day with a pack of cards, studying a new manner of turning the king and of re-turning the aces, hiding entirely under his immense mantle at the slightest sound.
The day after his arrival at the chateau, the barber commenced his search. Not imagining for a moment that Julia would conceal herself at Sarcus, he visited Damerancourt, and Grandvilliers, and returned towards the evening to Sarcus. As he approached the village, he perceived in front of him a little man enveloped in a brown cloak, under which it was difficult to distinguish his body, but a long sword, whose handle protruded from one side of his cloak, betrayed who carried it.
"It"s Chaudoreille," said the barber to himself, and he hastened that he might catch up with him. The little man, when he heard someone behind him, was seized with terror, and also tried to walk faster, but the unfortunate cloak entangled his legs at every step, and soon he felt himself pulled by the handle of his sword. He turned and was petrified at seeing the barber Touquet.
"Where are you going, Chevalier Chaudoreille?" said the barber, in a mocking tone.
"Where am I going? By jingo! How are you, my good friend?"
"You clown," said the barber, "I"ve heard some fine things about you."
"One mustn"t believe all that one hears, my dear Touquet."
"And don"t you think I ought to believe monsieur le marquis? It was you who told him about Blanche, despite your vows."
"You know very well that between ourselves an oath is not binding, and what have you to complain of? I was the means of your obtaining a large sum of money."
"And do you serve Julia now?"
"Yes, I serve Julia. I will serve you, if you wish, I will serve anybody; I have always been very obliging."
"Where is Julia?"
"She wishes to preserve her incognito."
"Answer, wretch, no more lies."
"Ow! leave go of my ear, you are hurting me. We are lodging in this village at the inn; there is only one here. Julia pa.s.ses as my sister, and I for a Moor of Granada, professor of castanets."
"What are Julia"s plans?"
"The devil carry me away if I have any idea of them. She pa.s.ses her days and a part of her nights in prowling about the chateau, like a fox watching a chicken. Between ourselves I believe she"s a little cracked."
"And with what design did she bring you here?"
"Simply to keep her company. She likes my society very much, I sing villanelles to her."
"Listen to me, I ought to break your back to punish you for what you"ve done."
"O my dear Touquet, that was a joke."
"Get along with you, I despise you too much to strike you."
"That"s very civil on your part."
"Have you told me the truth?"
"If you doubt it, come with me to the inn. Julia will not be long before she comes in."
"No, I can"t go there this evening; but I forbid you to say a word to her about our meeting."
"As soon as you forbid me, it"s as if you had cut out my tongue."
"If I don"t find Julia tomorrow in the place you have told me of, monsieur le marquis himself will see that you are punished, and this time there will be no quarter given you."
"You may be sure I"ll obey you."
"Good-by, I"m going back to the chateau."
"And I to the village--where I shall not await your visit," said Chaudoreille, in a low tone, gathering his cloak up under his arm that he might walk more quickly.
Touquet returned to the chateau and sought the marquis. It was night, and Villebelle was seated before a table as sumptuously furnished as was possible at the chateau; but the marquis, presuming that he should make a long sojourn there, had had his cellars replenished, and if the fare was not so delicate as in Paris, the wines were no less exquisite. The marquis appeared gayer than usual. He had already emptied several bottles, and near him were several letters which he read while supping.
"What news?" said he, on perceiving the barber.
"My researches have not proved vain, monseigneur. Julia is at the village; she is living at the inn under an a.s.sumed name. I have seen Chaudoreille, who is now her confidant."
"Ah, the little Gascon. Have you thrashed him soundly?"
"Not yet, monseigneur, I wished first to get your orders, and I have not seen Julia."
"You have done well, I will speak to her myself. Tomorrow we will go together to the village; I shall make the heedless girl hear reason, and we shall know this grand secret which she pretends she has to tell me."
"A secret?"