Salome sat down on the foot of the cot, and the abbess drew the stool and placed herself near.
Then Salome saw the lady-superior was even paler and graver than usual; and anxious as the young lady felt to hear the abbess" story, she thought she would give her more time to recover, and even a.s.sist her in doing so, by diverting her thoughts to the new incident of the ring, which she produced and laid upon the mother"s lap, saying:
"That was found by me in the bosom of little Marie Perdue"s dress. It was donated to the house, for the benefit of the child. Here is the sc.r.a.p of writing in which it was rolled."
The abbess silently took up the ring and the paper, and examined the first and read the last, saying:
"Such mysterious donations to the children are not uncommon, and are generally supposed to be offered by the unknown parents. This, however, is by far the most valuable present that has ever been made by any one to the inst.i.tution, and must be worth at least a thousand Napoleons. It was made by the visitors of this morning, I suppose?"
"Yes, madam, it was."
"I see, I understand. Take charge of it, my daughter, until we can deliver it to the sister-treasurer," directed the lady-superior, as she replaced the ring in its wrapper and returned both to Salome.
"But, mother, I wish myself to become the purchaser of this ring. I have a thousand pounds with me. I will give them for the ring."
"My daughter!" exclaimed the abbess in surprise. "Why should you wish to possess this bauble? It can be of no use to you in the life you are about to enter, even if the rules of our order would permit you to retain it, which you know they would not."
"Mother! it was my father"s ring! It was a part of the property stolen from him on the night of his murder," solemnly answered Salome.
"Holy saints! can that be true?" exclaimed the abbess.
"As true as truth. I know the ring well. He always wore it on his finger.
Inside the setting is his monogram, "L.L.," and his crest, a falcon,"
answered Salome, once more unwrapping the ring and offering it to the inspection of the lady-superior.
"I see! I see! It is so. Ah, Holy Virgin! that it should have been offered by Count Waldemar, or by him whom you overheard conspiring with his female companion under the windows on the night of your father"s murder!" cried the abbess, covering her face with a fold of her black vail.
"Count Waldemar, or the duke of Hereward, I know not which, I know not whom. Oh! mother, this mystery grows deeper, this confusion more confounded."
"Take back your ring, my child, and keep it without price. It was your father"s, and it is yours. We cannot receive stolen goods even as alms offered to our orphans," said the abbess, dropping her vail and returning the jewel.
"I will take it and keep it because it was my dear father"s; but I will give a full equivalent for its value. No one could object to that," said Salome, as she replaced the ring in her bosom. "And now, Mother Genevieve, will you tell me the promised story? It may possibly throw some light even upon this dark mystery."
The pale abbess bowed a.s.sent, and immediately began the narrative, which, for the Sake of convenience, we prefer to render in our own words.
CHAPTER x.x.xII.
THE DUKE"S DOUBLE.
First it is necessary to revert to the history of the Scotts of Lone, Dukes of Hereward.
He who married Salome Levison was the eighth of his princely line. Any one turning to Burke"s Peerage of the preceding year, might have read this record of the late duke:
"Hereward, Duke of, (Archibald-Alexander-John Scott) Marquis of Arondelle and Avondale in the Peerage of England, Earl of Lone and Baron Scott in the Peerage of Scotland; born, 1st of Jan., 1800; succeeded his father as seventh duke, 1st Feb., 1840; married, first, March 15th, 1843, Valerie, only daughter of Constantine, Baron de la Motte; divorced, Nov, 1st, 1844; married, secondly, July 15th, 1845, Lady Katherine-Augusta, eldest daughter of the Earl of Banff, and has a son--Archibald-Alexander-John, Marquis of Arondelle, born 1st of May, 1846."
A whole domestic tragedy is comprised in one line of this record:
"Married, first, March 15th, 1843, Valerie, only daughter of Constantine, Baron de la Motte; divorced, Nov. 1st, 1844."
Now as to this poor, unhappy first wife:
Some few years before this first fatal marriage, the Baron de la Motte, one of the most ill.u.s.trious French statesmen, was dispatched by his sovereign as Envoy Extraordinary and Minister Plenipotentiary from the Court of France to the Court of Russia.
The baron, with his suite, proceeding to St. Petersburg, accompanied by the baroness, a handsome Italian woman, and by their only child, Valerie, a beautiful brunette of only seventeen summers.
Valerie de la Motte was first introduced to the world of fashion at a great court ball, given by the Czar, in honor of the French Amba.s.sador, in the Imperial Palace of Annitchkoff.
On this occasion the dark, brilliant beauty of Mademoiselle de la Motte, inherited from her Italian mother, was the more admired from its rarity and its perfect contrast to the radiant fairness of the Russian blondes.
Here Valerie de la Motte met, for the first time, Waldemar de Volaski, the second son of the Polish Count de Volaski, and a captain of the Royal Guards, stationed at the palace. He was but twenty years of age, yet a model of fair, manly beauty. He was even then called "the handsomest man in all the Russias."
There was a Romeo and Juliet case of love at first sight between the young Russian officer and the youthful French heiress.
During the first season, the beauty"s hand was sought by some among the most princely of the n.o.bles that surrounded the throne of the Czar; but, to the disappointment of her ambitious parents, she refused them every one.
Certainly the French father might have followed the custom of his cla.s.s and country, and coerced his young daughter into the acceptance of any husband he might have chosen for her; but he did not feel disposed to use harsh measures with his only and idolized child; he rather preferred to exercise patience and forbearance toward her, until she should have outlived what he called her childish caprices.
It was, however, no childish caprice that governed the conduct of Valerie de la Motte, but the unfortunate and fatal pa.s.sion, inspired by the handsome young captain of the Royal Guards, whom she had waltzed with about a half a dozen times at the court b.a.l.l.s.
Waldemar de Volaski was indeed as beautiful as the youthful G.o.d, Apollo Belvidere, and in his radiant blonde complexion a perfect contrast to the dark, splendid style of the lovely brunette, Valerie de la Motte; but he was only a younger son, with no hope or prospect of succession to his father"s t.i.tle or estates.
He did not dare openly to seek the hand of Mademoiselle de la Motte, for he knew that to do so would only be to have himself banished forever from her presence, by her ambitious father; but, loving her with all the pa.s.sion of his heart, he sought secretly to win her love, and he succeeded.
It would seem strange that the carefully shielded daughter of the French minister should have been exposed to courtship by the young captain of the Royal Guards; but love is fertile in devices, and full of expedients, and "laughs," not only "at locksmiths," but at all other obstacles to its success.
The willful young pair loved each other ardently from the first evening of their meeting, and they could not endure to think of such a possibility as their separation. They found many opportunities, even in public, of carrying on their secret courtship. In the swimming turn of the waltz, hands clasped hands with more impa.s.sioned earnestness than the formula of the round dance required: in the casual meetings in the fashionable promenades of the beautiful summer gardens in Aptekarskoi Island--
"Eyes looked love to eyes that spake again.
And all went merry as a marriage bell,"
so long as they could see each other every day.
As the summer pa.s.sed, the young captain, grown more confident, wrote ardent love letters to his lady, which were surrept.i.tiously slipped into her hands at casual meetings, or conveyed to her by means of bribed domestics; and these the willful beauty answered in the same spirit, as opportunity was offered her by the same means. But--
"A change came o"er the spirit of their dream."
The French minister was recalled home by his sovereign, and only awaited the arrival of his successor to take an official leave of the Czar.
About this time a letter from Volaski to Valerie was sent by the captain"s faithful valet, and put in the hands of the lady"s confidential maid, who secretly conveyed it to her mistress. This letter, which was fiery enough to have set any ordinary post-bag in a blaze, declared, among other matters, that the lady"s answer would decide the writer"s fate, for life or for death.
Mademoiselle de la Motte sat down and wrote a reply which she sent by her confidential maid, who placed it in the hands of the captain"s faithful valet, to be secretly carried to his master.
Whether the answer decided the fate of the lover for life or for death, it certainly controlled his action in an important matter. Immediately on its receipt he hastened to the Hotel de l"Etat Major, the headquarters of the army department, and solicited a month"s leave of absence to visit his father"s family.
As it was the very first occasion upon which the young officer had asked such a favor, it was promptly granted him.