The doctor with an expression of great distress, walking feebly, pa.s.sed by Maurice, who would have stopped him.
"No, no. What? It is impossible.... You are not ill.... Leave me, dear sir.... I ... I must..."
He stammered unintelligible phrases, hastening his steps. Maurice re-entered the hall. He met the musician Xavier Flamand, who said, "I just saw the Count Styvens go out."
"At this hour?" exclaimed Montagnac, looking at the Duke.
"He has gone to meet his mother at the station. She arrives at eight o"clock. It is only seven, he will arrive half an hour too soon."
"He is a dutiful son," said Montagnac. "I am surprised that he has not taken his fiancee."
Maurice raised his head. "Then the Marquis knows nothing!" he said to himself.
He reflected, "How dense I am growing. Evidently neither the Duke nor Albert has told anyone the motive of their quarrel."
Jean came up and cut short his monologue.
"I think that the two other seconds are Count Alfred Montagnac, the Marquis"s brother, and Captain Frederic Chevalier. Here they come now."
Indeed the three seconds had just come up to the Marquis, who asked Maurice to excuse him. "I will be back in a few moments, dear M.
Renaud."
The Duke dropped down by Maurice.
"I believe the fete will be a great success, but I wonder if you long to have it over as heartily as I do."
"I regret," replied Maurice, "that our hostess ever thought of it, and that we ever had anything to do with it."
"Would you also regret having me for your cousin?"
"No, you know very well that I would not, but...."
"But?"
"I know...."
"You know?"
"Yes, I know."
"Who has told you?"
The Duke"s face grew stern.
"No one, I give you my word, but I have guessed; it was not very difficult...."
"Then, my dear Maurice, I must ask you to remain absolutely silent.
None of our seconds know the real reason of our meeting. None of them will ever know. This duel will be to the death, by the wish of Count Styvens, who has found himself justifiably offended."
"Where will you meet?"
"At the Inn of the "Three Roads.""
"When?"
"To-morrow, immediately after the fete. The Inn has been closed since this morning so as to receive no one except ourselves and our witnesses. Now, my dear Maurice, since you know, I want to ask you a favour. Here are some papers that I wrote last night. I am afraid my servant is on intimate terms with Mme. de Morgueil"s English maid, and I dare not leave them in my room. I put them in your care. If luck is against me you will give these to the proper persons. If Count Albert is unfortunate, you will give me back the envelope. I"ll see you later!"
He pressed the young man"s hand in a close grasp.
The Duke de Castel-Montjoie, the Dowager"s only son, had been chosen by the seconds as umpire. De Morlay and Styvens approved the choice.
The great hall had been invaded by a score of servants who arranged the chairs, placed the palms, and hung silver chains to separate the musicians from the audience. The curtain of the little stage was lowered, but a murmur could be heard through the pretty drop painted by Maurice. Among the servants set to finish the costumes was the Duke"s sly G.o.ddaughter. Every time the Duke pa.s.sed she gazed at him and her lips trembled. She who was usually so pert and smiling worked with set lips.
"Ha, ha!" said one of the maids, "you must be in love, eh, Jeanette?"
"Let me alone, stupid, to do my work," said the young girl with tears in her eyes.
She had been waked the night before by the noise of opening doors, she had got up and seen her G.o.dfather talking to her father. The Duke said, "You must close your Inn early as possible, you must refuse everybody, except the Doctor from the Chateau, Count Styvens and four gentlemen with the Duke of Castel-Montjoie. I shall probably get here first."
"Ah! my G.o.d," the Innkeeper had murmured, "the Duke is going to fight, I know that.... If only nothing happens to you, sir."
"I need not say that I count on your discretion as on your devotion.
Have your best bedroom ready to receive one or the other of the adversaries and put yourself at the absolute command of the Duke de Castel-Montjoie. _Au revoir_. Try not to let your daughter know anything about this, and say nothing to her; but I know that even if she discovered she would not give us away. _Au revoir_!"
As soon as the door closed Jeanette ran to her father, bare-footed, her hair flying, just as she had jumped out of bed.
"Great Heavens!" said the Innkeeper, "you were listening."
"Yes, I was listening, I heard; I will prepare the room, but it shall be for the other!"
"Do you know who the other is?"
"No," she said quickly.
"Do you know why they are fighting?"
"How should I know?" she demanded.
She did know, however. However she sat mute under the gibes of the other servants.
Albert had returned with his mother, who seemed gayer, happier than usual. Esperance went at once to speak to her and was enthusiastically congratulated on her superb bearing.
The Countess kissed Esperance whose eyes were filling with tears, and she kissed the Countess"s hands with so much emotion that the lady raised the blonde head, saying tenderly, "No, no, you must not cry! We must love each other joyfully. I have never seen my son so happy, I should be jealous if I loved him less. See, dear, I want to give you these jewels myself; I believe that they are going to suit you very well."
She clasped a magnificent collar of pearls around the young girl"s neck. Esperance could not refuse them. She thanked the lovely lady affectionately.
"My father will tell me what to do," she thought.