"She consented?" eagerly.
Pierre shook his head. "No, _mon capitaine_! She will have none of them. And you had heard her: "A great wrong was unintentionally," she accented the word, "done the Seigneur Desaurac by my father, which has now been set right!" "It has," I a.s.sented, and would have urged further your proposal, when she stopped me. "Speak no more of this matter!" "Twas all she said; but--you should have seen her face, and how her eyes shone!"
The young man, looking down, made no answer. "An you are not satisfied," continued Pierre, "broach the question to my lady, yourself."
"I?" A look, half bitter, crossed the other"s dark face. "Her father"s enemy! Through whose servant, all her misfortunes came about!
To revive anew what must so often pa.s.s in her mind?"
"Well, well; no doubt you know best, and, _certes_, now you remind me, she did turn cold and distant when I spoke of your coming. But let idle prejudices enter into practical concerns--it"s on a par--of all improvidence! Why, "twas not long ago, she brought me a jewel or two; Marie, it seems, had foresight enough to s.n.a.t.c.h them before fleeing from the Mount, and begged me to take them for our kindness, she said; which I did, seeing she would not have it otherwise--nor let herself be regarded as one who could not pay. But to business, _mon capitaine_!"
And thereafter, for some time, they, or rather, Pierre, talked; the others, save the Marquis, returned to the ship, and only Nanette, busy putting everything to rights, lingered in the room. At length, after papers had been signed and changed hands, the conversation of the host began to wane; frequently had he sipped from a bottle of liqueur at his elbow and now found himself nodding; leaned back more comfortably in the great chair and suffered his head to fall. The clock ticked out the seconds; the young man continued to sit motionless.
""_A mon beau_"--" Nanette"s voice, lightly humming, caused him to look up; with the old mocking expression on her face, the inn-keeper"s daughter paused near his chair.
"It was kind of you, _mon capitaine_, to bring to my lady her Marquis!"
As she spoke, she looked toward the garden.
"Why not?" he asked steadily. "The pa.s.sport and orders were correct."
"Were they, indeed?" she said, tapping the floor with her foot. "You remain with us a few days; or, as of old, must we be content with a brief visit?" she went on.
"We leave to-morrow."
"To-morrow?" The girl"s eyes wore a tentative expression. "Late?"
"Early!"
"Oh! In that case, perhaps I shan"t have time," Nanette paused; looked at her father; old Pierre"s slumbers were not to be broken.
"For what?" asked the Black Seigneur shortly.
"To tell you something!"
"Why not--now?"
"You--are inquisitive?"
"No!"
"Even if it were about--" she looked toward the door that led to the garden.
"The Lady Elise?" he said quickly.
"Oh, you _are_ interested? "_A mon beau_"--" a moment she hummed.
"You do not urge me?"
"Wherefore," laconically, although his eyes flashed, "when you have made up your mind to tell!"
"You are right!" She threw back her head. "I have made up my mind!
How well you understand women! Almost as well," she laughed mockingly, "as a ship!" He made no response. "When you thanked me once, _mon capitaine_, for all it pleased you to say I did for you, you may remember," her voice was defiant, "I did not once gainsay you!" More curiously he regarded her. "Perhaps it pleased me," her hand on her hip, "to be thought such a fine heroine. But now," her tone grew a little fierce, "I am tired of hearing people say: "Nanette risked so much!" "Nanette did this!--did that!"--when it was she who risked--did it all, one might say."
"She? What do you mean?" The black eyes probed hers now with sudden, fierce questioning.
"That "twas the Lady Elise saved you. Went knowingly--willingly--as hostage--"
"The Lady Elise!" he cried, an abrupt glow on the dark face.
Nanette"s eyes noted and fell, but she went on hurriedly: "She knew of the ambush in the forest; saw part of the note I dropped on the beach--it was brought to her by my aunt who warned her." And in a quick rush of words, as if desirous to be done with it, Nanette told all that had transpired at the Mount.
Incredulously, eagerly, he listened; when, however, she had finished, he said nothing; sat like a man bewildered.
"Well?" said the girl impatiently. Still he looked down. "Well?" she repeated, so sharply old Pierre stirred; lifted his head.
"Eh, my dear?"
She went to the mantel; took from it a candle.
"The Seigneur finds you such poor company," she said, "he desires a light to retire!"
The dawn smote the heavens with fiery lashes of red; from the east the wind began to blow harder, and on the sea the waves responded with a more forcible sweep. At a window in the inn, the Black Seigneur a moment looked out on the gay flowers and the sea and the worn grim face of the cliff; then left his room and made his way downstairs. No one was yet, apparently, astir; an hour or so must elapse ere the time set for departure, and, pending the turn of the tide and adieu to old Pierre, the young man stepped into the garden, through the gate, and, turning into a rocky path, strode out over the cliffs. The island was small; its walks limited, and soon, despite a number of difficulties in the way he had chosen, he found himself at its end--the verge of a great rock that projected out over the blue, sullen sea. For some moments he stood there, listening to the sounds in caverns below, watching the snow-capped waves, the ever-shifting spots on a vast map, and then, shaking off his reverie, started to return.
"A brisk wind to take us back to France," he said to himself; but his thoughts were not of possible April storms, or of his ship. His eyes, bright, yet perplexed, as if from some problem whose solution he had not yet found, were bent downward, only to be raised where the path demanded his closer attention. As he looked up, he became suddenly aware of the figure of a girl, who approached from the opposite direction.
A quick glint sprang to the young man"s eyes, and, pausing, he waited; watched. At that point, the way ran over a neck of rock, almost eaten through by the hungry sea, and she had already started to cross when he first saw her. The path was not dangerous; nor was it easy; only it called for certainty and a.s.surance on the part of the one that elected to take it. My lady"s light footstep was sure; although the wind swept rather sharply there, she held herself with confident poise, while from the brown eyes shone a clear, steady light.
"I saw you leave the inn," she said, drawing near the comparatively sheltered spot, where he stood, "and knowing you would soon sail, followed. There is something I wanted to say, and--and felt I should have no other chance to tell you!"
Had she read what was pa.s.sing in his brain, she would not have faced him, so confident; but, ignorant of what he had learned, the cause of varying lights in his dark eyes, the tender play of emotion on his strong features, she broached her subject with steadfastness of purpose.
"You went away so suddenly the last time, I had no opportunity, then, to thank you for all that you did; and so, I do now--thank you, I mean!
Also," a touch of prouder constraint in her tone, "I appreciate your over-generous proposal through Pierre Laroche; although, of course,"
her figure very straight, "I could not--it was impossible--to entertain it. But I am glad you were able to prove. You will understand--and,"
my lady ended quickly, "I thank you!"
He looked at her long. "It is I who am in your debt!"
"You?" Her brows lifted.
"Yes."
"I--don"t think I quite understand." In spite of herself and her resolution, the proud eyes seemed to shrink from a nameless something in his gaze.
"Nor I! Nanette was talking with me last night!"
"Nanette!"
In words, direct, unequivocal, he told her what he had learned; and although my lady laughed, as at something absurd, and strove to maintain an unvarying mien, his eyes challenged evasion; demanded truth! At that moment the s.p.a.ce where they stood seemed, perhaps, too small; to hem her very closely in--too closely--as, drawing back, she touched the hard rocky wall!