"Poor woman," sighed Esperance, sincerely.
The Duke came by, and seeing them alone, he joined them.
"The three of you alone?" he cried. "Then you will allow me to join you for a moment?"
"Look," said Maurice, indicating Albert and the Countess de Morgueil.
"There is a dangerous woman who is making mischief at this moment!...
And, nevertheless, I owe her the happiness this moment brings me."
"My father," said Esperance, "has been as indulgent to me as always."
"Thanks for these tidings," said the Duke. "Do you think he will receive me to-morrow, if I go to him?"
"Oh! certainly, after the fete; a little while after, for first he wished to speak to Count Styvens," she said timidly.
"Will you," the Duke asked Maurice, "make an appointment for me, and tell me as soon as you have an answer?"
"With pleasure."
The Duke bowed to the girls and withdrew. He took Maurice"s hand, "I am happy, my friend, everything is going as I wish. I seem to hear laughter coming out of the shadows."
And he disappeared.
The young people waited for Albert a little while longer, but as he did not appear, Maurice advised the girls to retire, and he returned to sit down anxiously under the oak.
He had been there hardly a quarter of an hour when he saw the Countess de Morgueil go by. She was alone and walked nervously. On the doorstep she stopped and looked back into the distance. He saw her tremble, then go in quickly. He stood up on his bench to see what she had been looking at, but he almost fell, and had to steady himself by holding on to a branch. Albert and the Duke were together. Albert had put his hand on the Duke"s shoulder, and the Duke had removed that great hand.
They were walking side by side towards the extensive terrace that commanded the countryside.
"Oh! the wretched woman! What can she have said? And to be able to do nothing, nothing," he thought.
He lighted a cigarette, waiting, he did not know for what. But he could not go back to his room.
As he put his hand on the Duke"s shoulder Albert had said, "I wish to talk to you."
"Very well. I am listening."
"I want you to answer me with perfect truth."
"Your request would be offensive, Albert, if it were not for your emotion."
"Is it true that you love Esperance Darbois?"
"It is true."
"Is it true that you want to marry her?"
"It is true."
"My G.o.d! My G.o.d!" muttered Albert, and he stopped for a minute. He was choking. The Duke felt a profound pity for this man who was suffering at this moment the most terrible pain.
"Do you believe that she loves you?" Albert still went on.
"I have answered you with perfect frankness concerning myself, but do not ask me to answer for Mlle. Darbois."
"Yes; you are right, you cannot answer for her. I know that she does not love me, but I hoped to make her love me. I wanted to make her so happy!... That love has made a different man of me. What I regarded yesterday as a crime seems to me now the will of destiny. One of us two must disappear. If you kill me, I know her soul, she will not marry you; she would die rather. If I kill you, the tender compa.s.sion she feels for me will be changed into hatred. What I am doing now is a brutal act, an animal act, but I cannot do otherwise! My religious education had restrained my pa.s.sions! At least I thought so," he said, pa.s.sing his great hand across his stubborn forehead. "But no! My youth denied of love takes a terrible revenge upon me now, and I have to exert a horrible effort now not to strangle you."
The Duke had not stirred.
"I am at your orders, Albert; only I think you will have to arm yourself with patience for several hours longer. This fete, given by the d.u.c.h.ess, cannot be prevented by our quarrel. I suggest that you postpone our meeting until to-morrow evening. Our witnesses can meet if you like at one o"clock at the little Inn of the "Three Roads." It is only ten minutes distance from here. The innkeeper is loyal to me, I am his daughter"s G.o.dfather. The garden is cut by a long alley which can serve as the field of honour. I will go at once to warn De Montagnac and his brother; then I will go to the "Three Roads.""
"Good," said Albert.
"Naturally, we leave Maurice Renaud out of our quarrel."
"Certainly," said Charles de Morlay bowing.
They parted. From a distance the young painter saw the Duke enter the great hall. Several minutes later Albert"s tall form barred the horizon for a moment. He looked at the Tower of Saint Genevieve, then he also entered the hall. Then Maurice decided to go in himself. He sat down by a little table littered with magazines and periodicals, and picked up one, without ceasing for an instant to watch the two men. The Duke de Morlay was standing behind the Marquis, who was still at the whist table. Albert Styvens had sat down beside a diplomat from Italy, Cesar Gabrielli, a serious young man, a clever diplomat, and a renowned fencer. When Montagnac finished his hand, the Duke offered him a cigar.
"Will you help me with some arrangements for the performance to-morrow?"
He was about to refuse, but the Duke said briefly, "It is important, come!"
The two of them went out, only lingering a little on the way for a joke with the men and a compliment to the ladies. Then Maurice watched the diplomat, who rose at the same time, and invited Albert to admire the moon from the terrace. Maurice saw them disappearing towards the corner by the Chinese umbrella. That was the end of the terrace, and was out of sight from all the windows.
"It is all plain enough," thought the young man, "but when, where?"
He understood that neither of the two adversaries could take him either for confidant or for second.
"However," he said, as he went to his room. "I want to know. I must know. I will know."
CHAPTER XXVII
The next day, the day of the fete, all the Chateau, from early in the morning, was in a violent tumult. Maurice, the Marquis a.s.sistant, and Jean Perliez were busy to the point of distraction; fortunately for Maurice, who had been unable to sleep and had called Jean at six to share the secret which had not been confided to him. He could not think of telling Genevieve, and Jean should be able to help keep watch.
"You try," he directed, "to watch Montagnac; I shall not leave the diplomat."
The Duke came in search of Maurice to ask for Esperance. He looked a little pale but showed much interest in the fete.
"Our dear d.u.c.h.ess must be rewarded for all the excitement we have caused her house."
"There is no reason to suppose," said Maurice, "that all the excitement will cease after the fete!"
The Duke would not show that he had understood. Maurice went to smoke a cigarette in the garden and was hardly surprised to see the doctor, who had been attached to the service of the d.u.c.h.ess for twenty years, and attended all the guests in the Chateau, talking animatedly with the diplomat. The doctor raised his arms in a horrified gesture, letting them fall again tragically. He gave every evidence of a violent struggle with himself. The diplomat remained calm, determined, and even authoritative. The poor doctor finally yielded. The diplomat shook his hand and left him.