"You may leave that to me. Come, jump up! Don"t keep me waiting!"
Doubtfully I stood in the road, the duke glaring at me with impatient anger. Then he leaned forward and said:
"You are curiously reluctant, sir, to earn your living. I don"t understand it. I must make some inquiries about you."
I detected suspicion dawning in his eyes. He was a great man; I did not know what hindrances he might not be able to put in the way of my disappearance. And what would happen if he made his inquiries? Inquiries might mean searching, and I carried a pa.s.sport in the name of Gilbert Aycon.
Such share had prudence; the rest must be put down to the sudden impulse of amus.e.m.e.nt which seized me. It was but for a day or two! Then I could steal away. Meanwhile what would not the face of the d.u.c.h.ess say, when I rode up on the front seat!
"I--I was afraid I should not give satisfaction," I muttered.
"You probably won"t," said he. "I take you from necessity, not choice, my friend. Up with you!"
And I got up beside the driver--not, luckily, the one who had brought Gustave de Berensac and myself the day before--and the carriage resumed its slow climb up the hill.
We stopped at the door. I jumped down and a.s.sisted my new master.
The door was shut. n.o.body was to be seen; evidently we were not expected.
The duke smiled sardonically, opened the door and walked in, I just behind. Suzanne was sweeping the floor. With one glance at the duke and myself, she sprang back, with a cry of most genuine surprise.
"Oh, you"re mighty surprised, aren"t you?" sneered the duke. "Old Jean didn"t scuttle away to tell you then? You keep a good watch, young woman.
Your mistress" orders, eh?"
Still Suzanne stared--and at me. The duke chuckled.
"Yes, he"s back again," said he, "so you must make the best of it, my girl. Where"s the d.u.c.h.ess?"
"In--in--in her sitting-room, M. le Duc."
""In--in--in,"" he echoed mockingly. Then he stepped swiftly across the hall and flung the door suddenly open. I believe he thought that he really had surprised Jean"s slow aged scamper ahead of him.
"Silence for your life!" I had time to whisper to Suzanne; and then I followed him. There might be more "fun" to come.
The d.u.c.h.ess was sitting with a book in her hand. I was half-hidden by the duke, and she did not see me. She looked up, smiled, yawned, and held out her hand.
"I hardly expected you, Armand," said she. "I thought you were in Algeria."
Anybody would have been annoyed; there is no doubt that the Duke of Saint-Maclou was very much annoyed.
"You don"t seem overjoyed at the surprise," said he gruffly.
"You are always surprising me," she answered, lifting her eyebrows.
Suddenly he turned round, saying "Sampson!" and then turned to her, adding:
"Here"s another old friend for you." And he seized me by the shoulder and pulled me into the room.
The d.u.c.h.ess sprang to her feet, crying out in startled tones, "Back?"
I kept my eyes glued to the floor, wondering what would happen next, thinking that it would be, likely enough, a personal conflict with my master.
"Yes, back," said he. "I am sorry, madame, if it is not your pleasure, for it chances to be mine."
His sneer gave the d.u.c.h.ess a moment"s time. I felt her regarding me, and I looked up cautiously. The duke still stood half a pace in front of me, and the message of my glance sped past him unperceived.
Then came what I had looked for--the gradual dawning of the position on the d.u.c.h.ess, and the reflection of that dawning light in those wonderful eyes of hers. She clasped her hands, and drew in her breath in a long "Oh!" It spoke utter amus.e.m.e.nt and delight. What would the duke make of it? He did not know what to make of it, and glared at her in angry bewilderment. Her quick wit saw the blunder she had been betrayed into.
She said "Oh!" again, but this time it expressed nothing except a sense of insult and indignation.
"What"s that man here for?" she asked.
"Because I have engaged him to a.s.sist my household."
"I had dismissed him," she said haughtily.
"I must beg you to postpone the execution of your decree," said he. "I have need of a servant, and I have no time to find another."
"What need is there of another? Is not Lafleur here?" (She was playing her part well now.)
"Lafleur comes to-morrow; but he will not be enough."
"Not enough--for you and me?"
"Our party will be larger to-morrow."
"More surprises?" she asked, sinking back into her chair.
"If it be a surprise that I should invite my friends to my house," he retorted.
"And that you should not consult your wife," she said, with a smile.
He turned to me, bethinking himself, I suppose, that the conversation was not best suited for the ears of the groom.
"Go and join your fellow-servants; and see that you behave yourself this time."
I bowed and was about to withdraw, when the d.u.c.h.ess motioned me to stop.
For an instant her eyes rested on mine. Then she said, in gentle tones:
"I am glad, Sampson, that the duke thinks it safe to give you an opportunity of retrieving your character."
"That for his character!" said the duke, snapping his fingers. "I want him to help when Mme. and Mlle. Delha.s.se are here."
On the words the d.u.c.h.ess went red in the face, and then white, and sprang up, declaring aloud in resolute, angry tones, that witnessed the depth of her feelings in the matter:
"I will not receive Mlle. Delha.s.se!"
I was glad I had not missed that: it was a new aspect of my little friend the d.u.c.h.ess. Alas, my pleasure was short-lived! for the duke, his face full of pa.s.sion, pointed to the door, saying "Go!" and, cursing his regard for the dignity of the family, I went.
In the hall I paused. At first I saw n.o.body. Presently a rosy, beaming face peered at me over the bal.u.s.ter halfway up the stairs, and Suzanne stole cautiously down, her finger on her lips.