"His niece, the Countess Laure d"Aumenier, engaged to that young English officer."
"And what of him?"
"Well enough for an Englishman, I suppose," was the careless answer.
"We were paraded yesterday and the young Englishman inspected us, the lady looking on. Actually my gorge rose, as he handled our muskets, criticized our drill. I heard some of the old mustaches of the regiment say they would like to put a bayonet through him, and, to be frank, I should like it myself. I fought against these English in Spain. There"s no love lost between us."
"Did he disparage the regiment?"
"Oh, no, quite the contrary. He was more than complimentary, but I hate them. His father is here, too."
"I see. When is the marriage to take place?"
"How do I know? I was surprised when the old Marquis volunteered any information to the likes of me."
"I must see the Marquis at once; with your permission, of course."
"You have it," returned the other, smiling. "You are not yet reinstated in the regiment, and, so far as I am concerned, you are free to go and come as you will."
"He is not here now, I believe?"
"No. He turned over the command to me temporarily. He is driving out into the country, going out to the gap to reconnoiter for himself, I take it, but he will be back before nightfall, and meanwhile you have much to do. We want to get you well fed, to get some good French wine into you, to put the blood into your veins and color into your cheeks, to give you a bath, to get you clothing--everything," said the generous old veteran.
CHAPTER XVIII
ALMOST A GENTLEMAN
"Will you tell the Lieutenant-Colonel, the Marquis d"Aumenier, that an officer returned from the wars desires to see him?" said Marteau to the footman who answered the door at the Governor"s palace.
"So many wandering officers want to see His Excellency," said the servant superciliously, "that I have instructions to require further enlightenment before I admit any to his presence."
"Say to your master," replied the other, his face flushing at the insolence of the servant, "that one from the village of Aumenier craves an audience on matters of great importance."
"And even that will scarcely be sufficient," began the lackey.
"Enough!" thundered Marteau. "Carry my message to him instantly," he said fiercely, "or I shall throw you aside and carry it myself."
The servant looked at him a moment, and not relishing what he saw, turned on his heel and disappeared.
"His Excellency will see you, sir," he said, in a manner considerably more respectful when he returned a few moments later. "This way, sir.
His Excellency is in the drawing-room, having finished his dinner.
What name shall I announce?" he asked, his hand on the door.
"Announce no one," was the curt reply. "Open the door. I will make myself known."
The lackey threw open the door. Marteau entered the room and closed the door behind him. The drawing-room of the Governor"s palace was brilliantly illuminated. The Governor was receiving the officers of the garrison and the princ.i.p.al inhabitants of the city that night, but it was yet early in the evening, and none of them had arrived. The young officer had purposely planned his visit at that hour, in order that he might have a few moments" conversation with the Marquis before the invited guests arrived.
There were five people gathered about the fireplace, all engrossed in pleasant conversation apparently. It was the second of March, and the weather made the fire blazing on the hearth very welcome. Four of the five people in the room were men; the fifth person was a woman. It was she whose attention was first aroused by the sound of the closing of the door. She faced about, her glance fell upon the newcomer, a cup which she held in her hand fell to the floor, the precious china splintering into a thousand fragments, her face turned as white as the lace of her low evening gown.
"Marteau!" she exclaimed in almost an agonized whisper.
"Mademoiselle," answered the soldier, bowing profoundly.
He was beautifully dressed in the nearest approach to the latest fashion that the best tailor in Gren.o.ble could offer--thanks to the Major"s purse--and, although his most becoming attire was not a uniform, his every movement betrayed the soldier, as his every look bespoke the man.
"And who have we here?" asked the oldest man of the group, the Marquis d"Aumenier himself, the attention of all being attracted to the newcomer by the crash of the broken china and the low exclamation of the young woman which none had made out clearly.
"By gad!" bellowed out with tremendous voice a stout old man, whose red face and heavy body contrasted surprisingly with the pale face, the lean, thin figure of the old Marquis, "I am d.a.m.ned if it isn"t the young Frenchman that held the chateau with us. Lad," he cried, stepping forward and stretching out his hand, "I am glad to see you alive. I asked after you, as soon as I came back to France, but they told me you were dead."
"On the contrary, as you see, sir, I am very much alive, and at Sir Gervaise Yeovil"s service as always," said Marteau, meeting the Englishman"s hand with his own, touched by the other"s hearty greeting, whose genuineness no one could doubt. "And this gentleman?" he went on, turning to a young replica of the older man, who had stepped to his father"s side.
"Is my son, Captain Frank Yeovil, of King George"s Fifty-second Light Infantry. By gad, I am glad to have him make your acquaintance. He is going to marry the Marquis" niece here--your old friend--when they can settle on a day. You had thoughts in that direction yourself, I remember," he went on, in his bluff way, "but I suppose you have got bravely over them by now," he laughed.
"I have resigned myself to the inevitable, monsieur," answered Marteau with a calmness that he did not feel.
He did not dare to look at the Countess Laure as he spoke. He could not have commanded himself if he had done so. His lips were compressed and his face was paler than before. The girl saw it. She had watched him, fascinated. The Englishman, young, frank, sunny-haired, gallant, stepped up to him, shook him by his unwilling hand.
"I am glad to know you," he said. "I have heard how you saved my betrothed"s life and honor, and held the chateau. I have longed to meet you, to thank you."
"And I you," said Marteau. "You English are frank. I shall be likewise," he added. "It was not thus I wanted to meet you, monsieur, not in a drawing-room, in this peaceful dress, but--on the field."
"I understand," said the Englishman, sobered a little by the other"s seriousness. "And if the war had continued perhaps we might have settled the--er"--his eyes sought those of his fiancee, but she was not looking at him--"our differences," he added, "in the old knightly way, but now----"
"Now it is impossible," a.s.sented Marteau, "since my Emperor and I are both defeated."
"Monsieur," broke in the high, rather sharp voice of the old Marquis, "that is a t.i.tle which is no longer current in France. As loyal subjects of, the King the word is banished--like the man."
"I am but new to France, Monsieur le Marquis, and have not yet learned to avoid the ancient habit."
"And yet you are a Frenchman," commented the Marquis dryly. "You said you came from Aumenier. I did not catch your name, sir?"
"Marteau, at your service."
"One of the loyal Marteaux?"
"The last one, sir."
"And pray why are you new to France?"
"I have but two months since been released from an Austrian prison and an Austrian hospital."
"I made inquiry," said the Countess suddenly, the tones of her voice bespeaking her deep agitation, "I caused the records to be searched.
They said you were dead, that you had been killed at the bridge of Arcis with the rest of your regiment."
"I was unfortunate enough to survive my comrades as you see, mademoiselle," said Marteau.