""E G.o.dd his "ead strigue! "Tis all knog in be"ine! "E come in blidding--"
"In w"ere?" cried Aurora.
"In "is shob."
"You was in dad shob of "Sieur Frowenfel"?"
"I wend ad "is shob to pay doze rend."
"How--you wend ad "is shob to pay--"
Clotilde produced the bracelet. The two looked at each other in silence for a moment, while Aurora took in without further explanation Clotilde"s project and its failure.
"An" "Sieur Frowenfel"--dey kill "im? Ah! _Ma chere_, fo" wad you mague me to ha.s.s all dose question?"
Clotilde gave a brief account of the matter, omitting only her conversation with Frowenfeld.
"_Mais_, oo strigue "im?" demanded Aurora, impatiently.
"Addunno!" replied the other. "Bud I does know "e is hinnocen"!"
A small scouting-party of tears reappeared on the edge of her eyes.
"Innocen" from wad?"
Aurora betrayed a twinkle of amus.e.m.e.nt.
"Hev"ryt"in", iv you pliz!" exclaimed Clotilde, with most uncalled-for warmth.
"An" you crah bic-ause "e is nod guiltie?"
"Ah! foolish!"
"Ah, non, my chile, I know fo" wad you cryne: "t is h-only de sighd of de blood."
"Oh, sighd of blood!"
Clotilde let a little nervous laugh escape through her dejection.
"Well, then,"--Aurora"s eyes twinkled like stars,--"id muz be bic-ause "Sieur Frowenfel" b.u.mp "is "ead--ha, ha, ha!"
""Tis nod tru"!" cried Clotilde; but, instead of laughing, as Aurora had supposed she would, she sent a double flash of light from her eyes, crimsoned, and retorted, as the tears again sprang from their lurking-place, "You wand to mague ligue you don"t kyah! But _I_ know! I know verrie well! You kyah fifty time" as mudge as me! I know you! I know you! I bin wadge you!"
Aurora was quite dumb for a moment, and gazed at Clotilde, wondering what could have made her so unlike herself. Then she half rose up, and, as she reached forward an arm, and laid it tenderly about her daughter"s neck, said:
"Ma lill dotter, wad dad meggin you cry? Iv you will tell me wad dad mague you cry, I will tell you--on ma _second word of honor_"--she rolled up her fist--"juz wad I thing about dad "Sieur Frowenfel"!"
"I don"t kyah wad de whole worl" thing aboud "im!"
"_Mais_, anny"ow, tell me fo" wad you cryne!"
Clotilde gazed aside for a moment and then confronted her questioner consentingly.
"I tole "im I knowed "e was h-innocen"."
"Eh, Men, dad was h-only de poli-i-idenez. Wad "e said?"
"E said I din knowed "im "tall."
"An" you," exclaimed Aurora, "it is nod pozzyble dad you--"
"I tole "im I know "im bette"n "e know annyt"in" "boud id!"
The speaker dropped her face into her mother"s lap.
"Ha, ha!" laughed Aurora, "an" wad of dad? I would say dad, me, fo"
time" a day. I gi"e you my word "e don G.o.dd dad sens" to know wad dad mean."
"Ah! don G.o.dd sens"!" cried Clotilde, lifting her head up suddenly with a face of agony. ""E reg--"e reggo-ni-i-ize me!"
Aurora caught her daughter"s cheeks between her hands and laughed all over them.
"_Mais_, don you see "ow dad was luggy? Now, you know?--"e goin" fall in love wid you an" you goin" "ave dad sadizf.a.gzion to rif-use de biggis" hand in Noo-"leans. An" you will be h-even, ha, ha! Bud me--you wand to know wad I thing aboud "im? I thing "e is one--egcellen"
drug-cl--ah, ha, ha!"
Clotilde replied with a smile of grieved incredulity.
"De bez in de ciddy!" insisted the other. She crossed the forefinger of one hand upon that of the other and kissed them, reversed the cross and kissed them again. "_Mais_, ad de sem tam," she added, giving her daughter time to smile, "I thing "e is one _n.o.ble gen"leman_. Nod to sood me, of coze, _mais, ca fait rien_--daz nott"n; me, I am now a h"ole woman, you know, eh? n.o.boddie can" nevva sood me no mo", nod ivven dad Govenno" Cleb-orne."
She tried to look old and jaded.
"Ah, Govenno" Cleb-orne!" exclaimed Clotilde.
"Ya.s.s!--Ah, you!--you thing iv a man is nod a Creole "e bown to be no "coun"! I a.s.su" you dey don" G.o.dd no boddy wad I fine a so nize gen"leman lag Govenno" Cleb-orne! Ah! Clotilde, you G.o.dd no lib"ral"ty!"
The speaker rose, cast a discouraged parting look upon her narrow-minded companion and went to investigate the slumbrous silence of the kitchen.
CHAPTER x.x.xVI
AURORA"S LAST PICAYUNE
Not often in Aurora"s life had joy and trembling so been mingled in one cup as on this day. Clotilde wept; and certainly the mother"s heart could but respond; yet Clotilde"s tears filled her with a secret pleasure which fought its way up into the beams of her eyes and a.s.serted itself in the frequency and heartiness of her laugh despite her sincere partic.i.p.ation in her companion"s distresses and a fearful looking forward to to-morrow.
Why these flashes of gladness? If we do not know, it is because we have overlooked one of her sources of trouble. From the night of the _bal masque_ she had--we dare say no more than that she had been haunted; she certainly would not at first have admitted even so much to herself. Yet the fact was not thereby altered, and first the fact and later the feeling had given her much distress of mind. Who he was whose image would not down, for a long time she did not know. This, alone, was torture; not merely because it was mystery, but because it helped to force upon her consciousness that her affections, spite of her, were ready and waiting for him and he did not come after them. That he loved her, she knew; she had achieved at the ball an overwhelming victory, to her certain knowledge, or, depend upon it, she never would have unmasked--never.