Norbert interrupted her by a piteous gesture of entreaty.
"Mercy!" said he. "You would pardon me if you knew all the horrors of the punishment that I am enduring. I was mad, blind, besotted, nor did I love you as I do at this moment."
A smile played round Diana"s beautiful mouth, for Norbert had told her nothing that she did not know before, but she wished to hear it from his own lips.
"Alas!" murmured she; "I can only frame my reply with the fatal words, "_Too late_!""
"Diana!"
He endeavored to seize her hand, but she drew it away with a rapid movement.
"Do not use that name," said she; "you have no right to do so. Is it not sufficient to have blighted the young girl"s life? and yet you seek to compromise the honor of the wife. You must forget me; do you understand?
It is to tell you this that I am here. The other day, when I saw you again, I lost my self-command. My heart leapt up at the sight of you, and, fool that I was, I permitted you to see this; but base no hopes on my weakness. I said to you, Let us be friends. It was a mere act of madness. We can never be friends, and had better, therefore, treat each other as strangers. Do you forget that lying tongues at Bevron accused me of being your mistress? Do you think that this falsehood has not reached my husband"s ears? One day, when your name was mentioned in his presence, I saw a gleam of hatred and jealousy in his eye. Great heavens! should he, on my return, suspect that my hand had rested in yours, he would expel me from his house like some guilty wretch! The door of our house must remain for ever closed to you. I am miserable indeed. Be a man; and if your heart still holds one atom of the love you once bore for me, prove it by never seeking me again."
As she concluded she hurried away, leaving in Norbert"s heart a more deadly poison than the one she had endeavored to persuade the son to administer to his father, the Duke de Champdoce. She knew each chord that vibrated in his heart, and could play on it at will. She felt sure that in a month he would again be her slave, and that she could exercise over him a sway more despotic than she had yet done, and, in addition to this, that he would a.s.sist her in executing a cruel scheme of revenge, which she had long been plotting.
After having followed Diana about like her very shadow for several days, Norbert at last ventured to approach her in the Champs Elysees. She was angry, but not to such an extent that he feared to repeat his offence.
Then she wept, but her tears could not force him to avoid her. At first her system of defence was very strong, then it gradually grew weaker.
She granted him another interview, and then two others followed. But what were these meetings worth to him? They took place in a church or a public gallery, in places where they could scarcely exchange a grasp of the hand. At length she told him that she had thought of a place which would render their interviews less perilous, but that she hardly dared tell him where it was. He pressed her to tell him, and, by degrees, she permitted herself to be persuaded. Her idea was to become the friend of the d.u.c.h.ess of Champdoce.
Norbert now felt that she was more an angel than a woman, and it was agreed that on the next day he himself would introduce her to his wife.
CHAPTER XIV.
FALSE FRIEND, OLD LOVER.
It was on a Wednesday morning that the Duke de Champdoce, instead of, as usual, going to his own or one of his friends" clubs to breakfast, took his seat at the table where his wife was partaking of her morning meal.
He was in excellent spirits, gay, and full of pleasant talk, a mood in which his wife had never seen him since their ill-fated marriage. The d.u.c.h.ess could not understand this sudden change in her husband; it terrified and alarmed her, for she felt that it was the forerunner of some serious event, which would change the current of her life entirely.
Norbert waited until the domestics had completed their duty and retired, and as soon as he was alone with his wife he took her hand and kissed it with an air of gallantry.
"It has been a long time, my dear Marie, since I had resolved to open my heart to you entirely, and now a full and open explanation has become absolutely necessary."
"An explanation!" faltered Marie.
"Yes, certainly; but do not let the word alarm you. I fear that I must have appeared in your eyes the most morose and disagreeable of husbands.
Permit me to explain. Since we came here, I have gone about my own affairs, I have gone out early and returned extremely late, and sometimes three days have elapsed without our even setting eyes on each other."
The young d.u.c.h.ess listened to him like a woman who could not believe her ears. Could this be her husband who was heaping reproaches upon himself in this manner?
"I have made no complaint," stammered she.
"I know that, Marie; you have a n.o.ble and forgiving nature; but, however, it is impossible, as a woman, that you should not have condemned me."
"Indeed, but I have not done so."
"So much the better for me. On this I shall not have to find either defence or excuse for my conduct; you must know, however, that you are ever foremost in my thoughts, even when I am away from you."
He was evidently doing his best to put on an air of tenderness and affection, but he failed; for though his words were kind, the tone of his voice was neither tender nor sympathetic.
"I hope I know my duty," said the d.u.c.h.ess.
"Pray, Marie," broke in he, "do not let the word duty be uttered between us. You know that you have been much alone, because it was impossible for the friends of Mademoiselle de Puymandour to be those of the d.u.c.h.ess de Champdoce!"
"Have I made any opposition to your orders?"
"Then, too, our mourning prevents us going out into the world for five months longer at least."
"Have I asked to go out?"
"All the more reason that I should endeavor to make your home less dull for you. I should like you to have with you some person in whose society you could find pleasure and distraction. Not one of those foolish girls who have no thought save for b.a.l.l.s and dress, but a sensible woman of the world, and, above all, one of your own age and rank,--a woman, in short, of whom you could make a friend. But where can such a one be found? It is a perilous quest to venture on, and upon such a friend often depends the happiness and misery of a home.
"But," continued he, after a brief pause, "I think that I have discovered the very one that will suit you. I met her at the house of Madame d"Ailange, who spoke eloquently of her charms of mind and body, and I hope to have the pleasure of presenting her to you to-day."
"Here, at our house?"
"Certainly; there is nothing odd in this. Besides, the lady is no stranger to us; she comes from our own part of the country, and you know her."
A flush came over his face, and he busied himself with the fire to conceal it as he added,--
"You recollect Mademoiselle de Laurebourg?"
"Do you mean Diana de Laurebourg?"
"Exactly so."
"I saw very little of her, for my father and hers did not get on very well together. The Marquis de Laurebourg looked on us as too insignificant to--"
"Ah, well," interrupted he, "I trust that the daughter will make up for the father"s shortcomings. She married just after our wedding had been celebrated, and her husband is the Count de Mussidan. She will call on you to-day, and I have told your servants to say that you are at home."
The silence that followed this speech lasted for nearly a couple of minutes, and became exceedingly embarra.s.sing, when suddenly the sound of wheels was heard on the gravel of the courtyard, and in a moment afterwards a servant came and announced that the Countess de Mussidan was in the drawing-room. Norbert rose, and, taking his wife"s arm, led her away.
"Come, Marie, come," said he; "she has arrived."
Diana had reflected deeply before she had taken this extraordinarily bold step. In paying a visit so contrary to all the usual rules of etiquette, she exposed herself to the chance of receiving a severe rebuff. The few seconds that elapsed while she was still alone in the drawing-room seemed like so many centuries; but the door was opened, and Norbert and his wife appeared. Then, with a charming smile, Madame de Mussidan rose and bowed gracefully to the d.u.c.h.ess de Champdoce, making a series of half-jesting apologies for her intrusion. She had been utterly unable, she said, to resist the pleasure she should experience in seeing an old country neighbor, the more so as they were now separated by so short a distance. She had, therefore, disregarded all the rules of etiquette so that they might have a cozy chat about Poitiers, Bevron, Champdoce, and all the country where she had been born, and which she so dearly loved.
The d.u.c.h.ess listened in silence to this torrent of words, and the expression of her face showed how surprised she was at this unexpected visit. A less perfectly self-possessed woman than Diana de Mussidan might have felt abashed, but the slight annoyance was not to be compared to the prospective advantages that she hoped to gain, and she brought all the mettle of her talent and diplomacy into play.
Norbert was moving about the room, half ashamed of the ign.o.ble part that he was playing. As soon as he thought that the welcome between the two ladies had been partially got over, and imagined that they were conversing more amicably together, he slipped out of the room, not knowing whether to be pleased or angry at the success of the trick.
The trick was rather a more difficult one than Diana had, from Norbert"s account, antic.i.p.ated, as she had thought that she would have been received by the d.u.c.h.ess like some ministering angel sent down to earth to console an unhappy captive. She had expected to find a simple, guileless woman, who, upon her first visit, would throw her arms round her visitor"s neck and yield herself entirely to her influence.
Far, however, from being dismayed, Diana was rather pleased at this unexpected difficulty, and so fully exerted all her powers of fascination, that when she took her leave, she believed that she had made a little progress.
On that very evening the d.u.c.h.ess remarked to her husband,--
"I think that I shall like Madame de Mussidan; she seems an excellent kind of woman."