"Will the signor condescend to honor our poor shed by coming under its roof, where he may for himself see the signora?" said the vine-dresser, with much courtesy.
"Thanks, no. Back to the hotel!" he added, to the driver, who immediately turned his horse"s head to the village.
With a parting nod to the courteous vine-dresser, the duke sank back on his seat, closed his eyes, and gave his mind up to thought.
Volaski had gone back to Paris. Why had he left Valerie and gone there?
To resign his position in the emba.s.sy? To settle up business previous to taking up his permanent abode in Italy? Or had he returned so quickly to Paris only to conceal his crime and deceive the world into the opinion that he had not been out of Paris.
The duke did not know what his motive for so sudden a return could be; but judged the last-mentioned theory of causes to be the most probable.
"I do not know what _else_ the caitiff has gone back for; but I know one thing--he has gone there to give me satisfaction," said the duke, grimly, to himself.
The horse, with the prospect of stall and fodder before him, made much better time in going home than in coming away, and so, in less than half an hour, the rumbling vehicle drew up before the little hotel.
The landlord himself came out to meet the returning traveler.
"I hope the ill.u.s.trious signor found the excellent signor and the beautiful signora in good health," said the polite host, as he opened the carriage-door for his guest.
"The beautiful signora is sick and the excellent signor is gone," said the duke, grimly, as he got out.
"_Misericordia!_" cried the host, with a look of unutterable woe.
"That will do. Now let me have some supper as soon as you can get it, and when it is ready to be served, come yourself and tell me why I was not informed of the young man"s departure before taking that useless drive to the vine-dresser"s," said the duke, gravely.
"Pardon, ill.u.s.trissimo, if I tell you now. We did not know the young signor had gone. He did not come this way. He must have taken another route and got his train at San Stephano," humbly replied the host.
"Ah! yes! the vine-dresser did tell me he had driven the man over to San Stephano. Well, then, hurry up my supper," said the duke, pa.s.sing on to his room.
The landlord looked after him, muttering to himself:
"Ah! so not finding the excellent young signor, he has turned his back on the beautiful young signora. I know it! The _other_ ancient and ill.u.s.trious signor, who raised the devil in Beppo"s cottage last year, and carried off the bride, was her father; but this ill.u.s.trissimo is _his_ father, wherefore he cares not to bring away the lovely signora."
The host then gave the necessary orders for the duke"s supper to be prepared, and when it was ready he took it up to his guest.
The duke had no more questions to ask, and only two orders to give--breakfast at seven o"clock on the next morning, and a conveyance to take him to the railway station at half-past seven.
The next day the duke set out on his return to Paris, and on the fourth evening thereafter found himself re-established at his comfortable quarters at Meurice"s.
He changed his dress, dined, and ordered the files of English and French newspapers for the past week to be brought to him.
He was interested only in political affairs when asking for the papers, and so he was quite as much astonished as grieved when his eyes fell upon this paragraph in the _Times_:
"A painful rumor reaches us from Paris. It is to the effect that a certain young and lovely d.u.c.h.ess, who made her _debut_ in English society as a bride only twelve months since, has left her home under the protection of a certain Polish count, attached to the Russian Emba.s.sy."
Stricken to the soul with shame, the unhappy duke sank back in his chair and remained as one paralyzed for several minutes; then slowly recovering himself he took up other papers, one by one, to see if they too recorded his dishonor.
Yes! each paper had its paragraph devoted to the one grand sensation of the day--the flight of the beautiful d.u.c.h.ess of Hereward with the young Russian count; and very few dealt with the deplorable case as delicately as the _Times_ had done.
"So my dishonor is the talk of all Paris and London!" groaned the duke, dropping his head upon his chest. "If all the civilization of the nineteenth century had power to stay my arm in its vengeance, it has lost it now! And nothing is left for me to do but to kill the man and divorce the woman."
There was a certain Colonel Morris, of the Tenth Hussars, staying at Paris on leave.
The duke sat down at his writing-table and dashed off a hasty note to this compatriot, asking him to come to him immediately.
Then he rang the bell and gave the note to his own groom, saying:
"Take this to Colonel Morris, at the _Trois Freres_, and wait an answer."
The man took the message, bowed and hurried away.
The duke sank back in his chair with a deep sigh, and covered his face with his hands, and so awaited the return of his messenger.
Half an hour crept slowly by, and then the groom came back, opened the door, and announced:
"Colonel Morris."
The gallant colonel entered the room, looking as little like the dead shot and notorious duellist he was reported to be, as any fine gentleman could.
He was a tall, slight, fair and refined looking young man, exquisite in dress, soft in speech, and suave in manners.
"You have guessed the reason why I have sent for you, Morris?" said the duke, advancing to meet him, and plunging into the middle of his subject.
"Yes," murmured the colonel, sinking into the seat his host silently offered him.
"You can go, Tompkins. I will ring when I want you," said the duke, throwing himself into his own chair.
When the man had bowed himself out, and the duke and his visitor were left alone, the former said:
"You know why I have sent for you here. Now what do you advise?"
"You must blow out the man"s brains and break the woman"s heart," softly and sweetly replied the dandy duellist.
"The question arises whether the man has any brains to blow out, or the woman any heart to break," grimly commented the duke. "However," he added, "you are right, Morris, I must kill the man--divorce the woman.
You are with me?"
"To the death," answered the _elegant_, in the same easy tone in which he ever uttered even the most ferocious words.
"You will take my challenge?"
"With much pleasure."
"I wonder where the fellow is to be found. At the Russian Emba.s.sy, I suppose," observed the duke, as he turned to his writing-table.
"No, not there. The Count de Volaski has withdrawn or been dismissed from the Emba.s.sy. It is not certainly known which. He is, meanwhile, at the Trois Freres. He has the honor of being my fellow-lodger," suavely observed the colonel.
"There," said the duke, as he folded and directed his note, "no time should be lost in an affair of this sort. It is not yet ten o"clock. You may even deliver this challenge to-night, if you will be so kind."
"Certainly," murmured the graceful colonel rising.