The fellow turned very red: all signs of good humor vanished from his face; my bribe evidently gave me no right to question him on that subject.
"There are no horses there," he grunted. "The horses are in the new stable facing the road. This one is disused."
"Oh, I saw you come out from there, and I thought--"
"I keep some stores there," he said sullenly.
"And that"s why it"s kept locked?" I asked at a venture.
"Precisely, sir," he replied. But his uneasy air confirmed my suspicions as to the stable. It hid some secret, I was sure. Nay, I began to be sure that my eyes had not played me false, and that I had indeed seen the face I seemed to see. If that were so, friend Bontet was playing a double game and probably enjoying more than one paymaster.
However, I had no leisure to follow that track, nor was I much concerned to attempt the task. The next day would be time--if I were alive the next day: and I cared little if the secret were never revealed. It was nothing to me--for it never crossed my mind that fresh designs might be hatched in the stable. Dismissing the matter, I did as Bontet advised, and walked upstairs to my room; and as luck would have it, I met Mme. Delha.s.se plump on the landing, she being on her way to the sitting room. I bowed low.
Madame gave me a look of hatred and pa.s.sed by me. As she displayed no surprise, it was evident that the duke had carried or sent word of my arrival. I was not minded to let her go without a word or two.
"Madame--" I began; but she was too quick for me. She burst out in a torrent of angry abuse. Her resentment, dammed so long for want of opportunity, carried her away. To speak soberly and by the card, the woman was a hideous thing to see and hear; for in her wrath at me, she spared not to set forth in unshamed plainness her designs, nor to declare of what rewards, promised by the duke, my interference had gone near to rob her and still rendered uncertain. Her voice rose, for all her efforts to keep it low, and she mingled foul words of the d.u.c.h.ess and of me with scornful curses on the virtue of her daughter. I could say nothing; I stood there wondering that such creatures lived, amazed that Marie Delha.s.se must call such an one her mother.
Then in the midst of her tirade, the duke, roused without Bontet"s help, came out of his room, and waited a moment listening to the flow of the torrent. And, strange as it seemed, he smiled at me and shrugged his shoulders, and I found myself smiling also; for disgusting as the woman was, she was amusing, too. And the duke went and caught her by the shoulder and said:
"Come, don"t be silly, mother. We can settle our accounts with Mr. Aycon in another way than this."
His touch and words seemed to sober her--or perhaps her pa.s.sion had run its course. She turned to him, and her lips parted with a smile, a cunning and--if my opinion be asked--loathsome smile; and she caressed the lapel of his coat with her hand. And the duke, who was smoking, smoked on, so that the smoke blew in her face, and she coughed and choked: whereat the duke also smiled. He set the right value on his instrument, and took pleasure in showing how he despised her.
"My dear, dear duke, I have such news for you--such news?" she said, ignoring, as perforce she must, his rudeness. "Come in here, and leave that man."
At this the duke suddenly bent forward, his scornful, insolent toleration giving place to interest.
"News?" he cried, and he drew her toward the door to which she had been going, neither of them paying any more attention to me. And the door closed upon them.
The duke had not needed Bontet"s rousing. I did not need Bontet to tell me that the coast was clear. With a last alert glance at the door, I trod softly across the landing and reached the stairs by which Mlle. Delha.s.se had descended. Gently I mounted, and on reaching the top of the flight found a door directly facing me. I turned the handle, but the door was locked. I rattled the handle cautiously--and then again, and again. And presently I heard a light, timid, hesitating step inside; and through the door came, in the voice of Marie Delha.s.se:
"Who"s there?"
And I answered at once, boldly, but in a low voice:
"It is I. Open the door."
She, in her turn, knew my voice; for the door was opened, and Marie Delha.s.se stood before me, her face pale with weariness and sorrow, and her eyes wide with wonder. She drew back before me, and I stepped in and shut the door, finding myself in a rather large, sparely furnished room. A door opposite was half-open. On the bed lay a bonnet and a jacket which certainly did not belong to Marie.
Most undoubtedly I had intruded into the bedchamber of that highly respectable lady, Mme. Delha.s.se. I can only plead that the circ.u.mstances were peculiar.
CHAPTER XVIII.
A Strange Good Humor.
For a moment Marie Delha.s.se stood looking at me; then she uttered a low cry, full of relief, of security, of joy; and coming to me stretched out her hands, saying:
"You are here then, after all!"
Charmed to see how she greeted me, I had not the heart to tell her that her peril was not past; nor did she give me the opportunity, for went on directly:
"And you are wounded? But not badly, not badly, Mr. Aycon?"
"Who told you I was wounded?"
"Why, the duke. He said that you had been shot by a thief, and were very badly hurt; and--and--" She stopped, blushing.
("Where is he?" I remembered the words; my forecast of their meaning had been true.)
"And did what he told you," I asked softly, "make you leave the convent and come to find me?"
"Yes," she answered, taking courage and meeting my eyes. "And then you were not here, and I thought it was a trap."
"You were right; it was a trap. I came to find you at the convent, but you were gone: only by the chance of meeting with a friend who saw the duke"s carriage standing here have I found you."
"You were seeking for me?"
"Yes, I was seeking for you."
I spoke slowly, as though hours were open for our talk; but suddenly I remembered that at any moment the old witch might return. And I had much to say before she came.
"Marie--" I began eagerly, never thinking that the name she had come to bear in my thoughts could be new and strange from my lips. But the moment I had uttered it I perceived what I had done, for she drew back further, gazing at me with inquiring eyes, and her breath seemed arrested. Then, answering the question in her eyes, I said simply:
"For what else am I here, Marie?" and I caught her hand in my left hand.
She stood motionless, still silently asking what I would. And I kissed her hand. And again the low cry, lower still--half a cry and half a sigh--came from her, and she drew timidly nearer to me; and I drew her yet nearer, whispering, in a broken word or two, that I loved her.
But she, still dazed, looked up at me, whispering, "When, when?"
And I could not tell her when I had come to love her, for I did not know then--nor can I recollect now; nor have I any opinion about it, save that it speaks ill for me that it was not when first I set my eyes upon her.
But she doubted, remembering that I had seemed fancy-struck with the little d.u.c.h.ess, and cold, maybe stern, to her; and because, I think, she knew that I had seen her tempted. And to silence her doubts, I kissed her lips. She did not return my kiss, but stood with wondering eyes. Then in an instant a change came over her face. I felt her press my hand, and for an instant or two her lips moved, but I heard no words, nor do I think that the unheard words were for my ear; and I bowed my head.
Yet time pressed. Again I collected my thoughts from this sweet reverie--wherein what gave me not least joy was the perfect trust she showed in me, for that is perhaps the one thing in this world that a man may be proud to win--and said to her:
"Marie, you must listen. I have something to tell you."
"Oh, you"ll take me away from them?" she cried, clutching my hand in both of hers.
"I can"t now," I answered. "You must be brave. Listen: if I try to take you away now, it may be that I should be killed and you left defenseless.
But this evening you can be safe, whatever befalls me."
"Why, what should befall you?" she asked, with a swift movement that brought her closer to me.
I had to tell her the truth, or my plan for her salvation would not be carried out.
"To-night I fight the duke. Hush! hush! Yes, I must fight with the duke--yes, wounded arm, my darling, notwithstanding. We shall leave here about five and go down to the bay toward the Mount, and there on the sands we shall fight. And--listen now--you must follow us, about half an hour after we have gone."