""I am sure of it, your Majesty," I said.
"The Queen laughed, and bade the d.u.c.h.esse de Polignac invite me to supper that evening. My father was delighted,--I was more frightened than ever. But the party was small, her Majesty was very gracious and spoke to me often, and I saw that above all things she liked to be amused. Poor lady! It was a year after that terrible affair of the necklace, and she wished to be distracted from thinking of the calumnies which were being heaped upon her. She used to send for me often during the years that followed, and I might have had a place at court near her person. But my father was sensible enough to advise me not to accept,--if I could refuse without offending her Majesty. The Queen was not offended; she was good enough to say that I was wise in my request.
She had, indeed, abolished most of the ridiculous etiquette of the court. She would not eat in public, she would not be followed around the palace by ladies in court gowns, she would not have her ladies in the room when she was dressing. If she wished a mirror, she would not wait for it to be pa.s.sed through half a dozen hands and handed her by a Princess of the Blood. Sometimes she used to summon me to amuse her and walk with me by the water in the beautiful gardens of the Pet.i.t Triano.
I used to imitate the people she disliked. I disliked them, too. I have seen her laugh until the tears came into her eyes when I talked of Monsieur Necker. As the dark days drew nearer I loved more and more to be in the seclusion of the country at Montmery, at the St. Gre of my girlhood. I can see St. Gre now," said the Vicomtesse, "the thatched houses of the little village on either side of the high-road, the honest, red-faced peasants courtesying in their doorways at our berline, the brick wall of the park, the iron gates beside the lodge, the long avenue of poplars, the deer feeding in the beechwood, the bridge over the shining stream and the long, weather-beaten chateau beyond it. Paris and the muttering of the storm were far away. The mornings on the sunny terrace looking across the valley to the blue hills, the walks in the village, grew very dear to me. We do not know the value of things, Mr.
Ritchie, until we are about to lose them."
"You did not go back to court?" I asked.
She sighed.
"Yes, I went back. I thought it my duty. I was at Versailles that terrible summer when the States General met, when the National a.s.sembly grew out of it, when the Bastille was stormed, when the King was throwing away his prerogatives like confetti. Never did the gardens of the Trianon seem more beautiful, or more sad. Sometimes the Queen would laugh even then when I mimicked Bailly, Des Moulins, Mirabeau. I was with her Majesty in the gardens on that dark, rainy day when the fishwomen came to Versailles. The memory of that night will haunt me as long as I live. The wind howled, the rain lashed with fury against the windows, the mob tore through the streets of the town, sacked the wine-shops, built great fires at the corners. Before the day dawned again the furies had broken into the palace and murdered what was left of the Guard. You have heard how they carried off the King and Queen to Paris--how they bore the heads of the soldiers on their pikes. I saw it from a window, and I shall never forget it."
Her voice faltered, and there were tears on her lashes. Some quality in her narration brought before me so vividly the scenes of which she spoke that I started when she had finished. There was much more I would have known, but I could not press her to speak longer on a subject that gave her pain. At that moment she seemed more distant to me than ever before.
She rose, went into the house, and left me thinking of the presumptions of the hopes I had dared to entertain, left me picturing sadly the existence of which she had spoken. Why had she told me of it? Perchance she had thought to do me a kindness!
She came back to me--I had not thought she would. She sat down with her embroidery in her lap, and for some moments busied herself with it in silence. Then she said, without looking up:--
"I do not know why I have tired you with this, why I have saddened myself. It is past and gone."
"I was not tired, Madame. It is very difficult to live in the present when the past has been so brilliant," I answered.
"So brilliant!" She sighed. "So thoughtless,--I think that is the sharpest regret." I watched her fingers as they st.i.tched, wondering how they could work so rapidly. At last she said in a low voice, "Antoinette and Mr. Temple have told me something of your life, Mr. Ritchie."
I laughed.
"It has been very humble," I replied.
"What I heard was--interesting to me," she said, turning over her frame.
"Will you not tell me something of it?"
"Gladly, Madame, if that is the case," I answered.
"Well, then," she said, "why don"t you?"
"I do not know which part you would like, Madame. Shall I tell you about Colonel Clark? I do not know when to begin--"
She dropped her sewing in her lap and looked up at me quickly.
"I told you that you were a strange man," she said. "I almost lose patience with you. No, don"t tell me about Colonel Clark--at least not until you come to him. Begin at the beginning, at the cabin in the mountains."
"You want the whole of it!" I exclaimed.
She picked up her embroidery again and bent over it with a smile.
"Yes, I want the whole of it."
So I began at the cabin in the mountains. I cannot say that I ever forgot she was listening, but I lost myself in the narrative. It presented to me, for the first time, many aspects that I had not thought of. For instance, that I should be here now in Louisiana telling it to one who had been the companion and friend of the Queen of France. Once in a while the Vicomtesse would look up at me swiftly, when I paused, and then go on with her work again. I told her of Temple Bow, and how I had run away; of Polly Ann and Tom, of the Wilderness Trail and how I shot Cutcheon, of the fight at Crab Orchard, of the life in Kentucky, of Clark and his campaign. Of my doings since; how I had found Nick and how he had come to New Orleans with me; of my life as a lawyer in Louisville, of the conventions I had been to. The morning wore on to midday, and I told her more than I believed it possible to tell any one.
When at last I had finished a fear grew upon me that I had told her too much. Her fingers still st.i.tched, her head was bent and I could not see her face,--only the knot of her hair coiled with an art that struck me suddenly. Then she spoke, and her voice was very low.
"I love Polly Ann," she said; "I should like to know her."
"I wish that you could know her," I answered, quickening.
She raised her head, and looked at me with an expression that was not a smile. I could not say what it was, or what it meant.
"I do not think you are stupid," she said, in the same tone, "but I do not believe you know how remarkable your life has been. I can scarcely realize that you have seen all this, have done all this, have felt all this. You are a lawyer, a man of affairs, and yet you could guide me over the hidden paths of half a continent. You know the mountain ranges, the pa.s.ses, the rivers, the fords, the forest trails, the towns and the men who made them!" She picked up her sewing and bent over it once more.
"And yet you did not think that this would interest me."
Perchance it was a subtle summons in her voice I heard that bade me open the flood-gates of my heart,--I know not. I know only that no power on earth could have held me silent then.
"Helene!" I said, and stopped. My heart beat so wildly that I could hear it. "I do not know why I should dare to think of you, to look up to you--Helene, I love you, I shall love you till I die. I love you with all the strength that is in me, with all my soul. You know it, and if you did not I could hide it no more. As long as I live there will never be another woman in the world for me. I love you. You will forgive me because of the torture I have suffered, because of the pain I shall suffer when I think of you in the years to come."
Her sewing dropped to her lap--to the floor. She looked at me, and the light which I saw in her eyes flooded my soul with a joy beyond my belief. I trembled with a wonder that benumbed me. I would have got to my feet had she not come to me swiftly, that I might not rise. She stood above me, I lifted up my arms; she bent to me with a movement that conferred a priceless thing.
"David," she said, "could you not tell that I loved you, that you were he who has been in my mind for so many years, and in my heart since I saw you?"
"I could not tell," I said. "I dared not think it. I--I thought there was another."
She was seated on the arm of my chair. She drew back her head with a smile trembling on her lips, with a l.u.s.tre burning in her eyes like a vigil--a vigil for me.
"He reminded me of you," she answered.
I was lost in sheer, bewildering happiness. And she who created it, who herself was that happiness, roused me from it.
"What are you thinking?" she asked.
"I was thinking that a star has fallen,--that I may have a jewel beyond other men," I said.
"And a star has risen for me," she said, "that I may have a guide beyond other women."
"Then it is you who have raised it, Helene." I was silent a moment, trying again to bring the matter within my grasp. "Do you mean that you love me, that you will marry me, that you will come back to Kentucky with me and will be content,--you, who have been the companion of a Queen?"
There came an archness into her look that inflamed me the more.
"I, who have been the companion of a Queen, love you, will marry you, will go back to Kentucky with you and be content," she repeated. "And yet not I, David, but another woman--a happy woman. You shall be my refuge, my strength, my guide. You will lead me over the mountains and through the wilderness by the paths you know. You will bring me to Polly Ann that I may thank her for the gift of you,--above all other gifts in the world."
I was silent again.
"Helene," I said at last, "will you give me the miniature?"
"On one condition," she replied.
"Yes," I said, "yes. And again yes. What is it?"
"That you will obey me--sometimes."
"It is a privilege I long for," I answered.