He rose from his seat, and was presented in due form to the lady, with whom Frederic then discreetly left him. "M. Lemercier tells me that you think that we were once acquainted with each other."
"Nay, Madame; I should not fail to recognize you were that the case. A friend of mine had the honour of knowing a lady of your name; and should I be fortunate enough to meet that lady, I am charged with a commission that may not be unwelcome to her. M. Lemercier tells me your nom de bapteme is Louise."
"Louise Corinne, Monsieur."
"And I presume that Duval is the name you take from your parents?"
"No; my father"s name was Bernard. I married, when I was a mere child, M. Duval, in the wine trade at Bordeaux."
"Ah, indeed!" said Graham, much disappointed, but looking at her with a keen, searching eye, which she met with a decided frankness. Evidently, in his judgment, she was speaking the truth.
"You know English, I think, Madame," he resumed, addressing her in that language.
"A leetle; speak un peu."
"Only a little?"
Madame Duval looked puzzled, and replied in French, with a laugh, "Is it that you were told that I spoke English by your countryman, Milord Sare Boulby? Pet.i.t scelerat, I hope he is well. He sends you a commission for me,--so he ought; he behaved to me like a monster."
"Alas! I know nothing of Milord Sir Boulby. Were you never in England yourself?"
"Never," with a coquettish side-glance; "I should like so much to go. I have a foible for the English in spite of that vilain pet.i.t Boulby. Who is it gave you the commission for me? Ha! I guess, le Capitaine Nelton."
"No. What year, Madame, if not impertinent, were you at Aix-la-Chapelle?"
"You mean Baden? I was there seven years ago, when I met le Capitaine Nelton, bel homme aux cheveux rouges."
"But you have been at Aix?"
"Never."
"I have, then, been mistaken, Madame, and have only to offer my most humble apologies."
"But perhaps you will favour me with a visit, and we may on further conversation find that you are not mistaken. I can"t stay now, for I am engaged to dance with the Belgian of whom, no doubt, M. Lemercier has told you."
"No, Madame, he has not."
"Well, then, he will tell you. The Belgian is very jealous; but I am always at home between three and four; this is my card."
Graham eagerly took the card, and exclaimed, "Is this you"re your own handwriting, Madame?"
"Yes, indeed."
"Tres belle ecriture," said Graham, and receded with a ceremonious bow.
"Anything so unlike her handwriting! Another disappointment," muttered the Englishman as the lady went back to the ball.
A few minutes later Graham joined Lemercier, who was talking with De Pa.s.sy and De Breze.
"Well," said Lemercier, when his eye rested on Graham, "I hit the right nail on the head this time, eh?"
Graham shook his head.
"What! is she not the right Louise Duval?"
"Certainly not."
The Count de Pa.s.sy overheard the name, and turned. "Louise Duval," he said; "does Monsieur Vane know a Louise Duval?"
"No; but a friend asked me to inquire after a lady of that name whom he had met many years ago at Paris." The Count mused a moment, and said, "Is it possible that your friend knew the family De Mauleon?"
"I really can"t say. What then?"
"The old Vicomte de Mauleon was one of my most intimate a.s.sociates. In fact, our houses are connected. And he was extremely grieved, poor man, when his daughter Louise married her drawing-master, Auguste Duval."
"Her drawing-master, Auguste Duval? Pray say on. I think the Louise Duval my friend knew must have been her daughter. She was the only child of a drawing-master or artist named Auguste Duval, and probably enough her Christian name would have been derived from her mother. A Mademoiselle de Mauleon, then, married M. Auguste Duval?"
"Yes; the old Vicomte had espoused en premieres noces Mademoiselle Camille de Chavigny, a lady of birth equal to his own; had by her one daughter, Louise. I recollect her well,--a plain girl, with a high nose and a sour expression. She was just of age when the first Vicomtesse died, and by the marriage settlement she succeeded at once to her mother"s fortune, which was not large. The Vicomte was, however, so poor that the loss of that income was no trifle to him. Though much past fifty, he was still very handsome. Men of that generation did not age soon, Monsieur," said the Count, expanding his fine chest and laughing exultingly.
"He married, en secondes noces, a lady of still higher birth than the first, and with a much larger dot. Louise was indignant at this, hated her stepmother; and when a son was born by the second marriage she left the paternal roof, went to reside with an old female relative near the Luxembourg, and there married this drawing-master. Her father and the family did all they could to prevent it; but in these democratic days a woman who has attained her majority can, if she persist in her determination, marry to please herself and disgrace her ancestors. After that mesalliance her father never would see her again. I tried in vain to soften him. All his parental affections settled on his handsome Victor.
"Ah! you are too young to have known Victor de Mauleon during his short reign at Paris, as roi des viveurs."
"Yes, he was before my time; but I have heard of him as a young man of great fashion; said to be very clever, a duellist, and a sort of Don Juan."
"Exactly."
"And then I remember vaguely to have heard that he committed, or was said to have committed, some villanous action connected with a great lady"s jewels, and to have left Paris in consequence."
"Ah, yes; a sad sc.r.a.pe. At that time there was a political crisis; we were under a Republic; anything against a n.o.ble was believed. But I am sure Victor de Mauleon was not the man to commit a larceny. However, it is quite true that he left Paris, and I don"t know what has become of him since." Here he touched De Breze, who, though still near, had not been listening to this conversation, but interchanging jest and laughter with Lemercier on the motley scene of the dance.
"De Breze, have you ever heard what became of poor dear Victor de Mauleon?--you knew him."
"Knew him? I should think so. Who could be in the great world and not know le beau Victor? No; after he vanished I never heard more of him; doubtless long since dead. A good-hearted fellow in spite of all his sins."
"My dear Monsieur de Breze, did you know his half-sister?" asked Graham,--"a Madame Duval?"
"No. I never heard he had a half-sister. Halt there; I recollect that I met Victor once, in the garden at Versailles, walking arm-in-arm with the most beautiful girl I ever saw; and when I complimented him afterwards at the Jockey Club on his new conquest, he replied very gravely that the young lady was his niece. "Niece!" said I; "why, there can"t be more than five or six years between you." "About that, I suppose," said he; "my half-sister, her mother, was more than twenty years older than I at the time of my birth." I doubted the truth of his story at the time; but since you say he really had a sister, my doubt wronged him."
"Have you never seen that same young lady since?"
"Never."
"How many years ago was this?"
"Let me see, about twenty or twenty-one years ago. How time flies!"
Graham still continued to question, but could learn no further particulars. He turned to quit the gardens just as the band was striking up for a fresh dance, a wild German waltz air; and mingled with that German music his ear caught the sprightly sounds of the French laugh, one laugh distinguished from the rest by a more genuine ring of light-hearted joy, the laugh that he had heard on entering the gardens, and the sound of which had then saddened him. Looking towards the quarter from which it came, he again saw the "Ondine of Paris." She was not now the centre of a group. She had just found Gustave Rameau, and was clinging to his arm with a look of happiness in her face, frank and innocent as a child"s; and so they pa.s.sed amid the dancers down a solitary lamplit alley, till lost to the Englishman"s lingering gaze.