"Not in the least, as we of my household regard it. With monsieur, I am not so certain. It is _quelque chose un peu difficile, mais oui_. But then--Monsieur remembers that lady, the Countess--?"
"Countess? Whom do you mean?"
"Who but our madame, the Countess St. Auban in her own right? She who gave me my Jeanne--_at Tallwoods_, Monsieur! Have you not known? She is, here. She is _chez nous_. Of wealth and distinction, yes, she has traveled in this country merely for divertis.e.m.e.nt--but the Countess St. Auban, yes, she pauses now with the cooper, Hector Fournier! Does one find such beauty, such distinction, such gentleness, such kindness, such courteousness elsewhere than among the n.o.bility?"
"When did she come?" demanded Dunwody quietly.
"But yesterday, upon the boat; without announcement. She is at this very moment at my house yonder, busy with that baby, Josephine St. Auban Jeanne Marie Fournier, named for a countess! But do not turn back! Monsieur himself has not yet seen the baby. Come!"
For one moment Dunwody paused; then, quietly, he accompanied Hector, making no comment. He limped just slightly. He was older--yes, and graver.
The mother of Hector met them even before the gate was opened. Her voice called to the door her daughter Jeanne, who was shaking hands with Dunwody before he was half way up the walk. The e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns of Jeanne attracted yet another ear farther within the house. A moment later Dunwody saw pa.s.s before the door a figure which he recognized, a face which called the blood to his own face. An instant later, forgetting everything, he was at the door, had her hands in his own.
"It is you!" he exclaimed. "How does it happen? It is impossible!"
Her face had more color than for days. "Yes, it is unexpected,"
she said simply, at last. "Everything is unexpected. But of all things possible, this it seems to me is best--to come here--to rest for a time."
"You are pa.s.sing through to St. Louis?"
"Perhaps," she said. "My plans for the moment are somewhat unsettled. I stopped off here, as no doubt you know, to serve as G.o.dmother to this baby of Jeanne"s! It is an important errand."
"But monsieur has not perfectly examined this infant as yet,"
interrupted Hector. "See, it has the eyes of Jeanne,--it has--"
"It is a darling!" said Josephine gently, and stroked the somewhat scanty hair of the heiress of the Fournier estates.
In some way, a moment later, they were apart from the protestations of the fond parents. They found themselves alone, in the special apartment reserved for guests of distinction. An awkward moment ensued. Josephine was first to break the silence. Dunwody could only sit and look at her, devouring each line, each little remembered gesture of her. Yes, it was she--a little older and graver and thinner, yes. But it was she.
"I was talking with Jeanne this very morning," she said. "She was telling me some story that you have been unfortunate--that there have been--that is to say--political changes--"
He nodded, "Yes. Perhaps you know I have lost my place with my people here? I am done for, politically."
He continued, smiling; "Just to show you the extent of my downfall, I have heard that they are intending to tar and feather me to-night,--perhaps to give me a ride upon a rail! That is the form of entertainment which in the West hitherto has generally been reserved for horse-thieves, unwelcome revivalists, and that sort of thing. Not that it terrifies me. The meeting is going to be held!"
"Then it is true that you are to speak here to-night--and to uphold doctrines precisely the reverse of what--"
"Yes, that is true." He spoke very quietly.
"I had not thought that possible," she said gently.
"Of course," she added, "I have been in entire ignorance of alt matters out here for a year past. I have been busy."
"Why should you follow the political fortunes of an obscure Missourian?" he asked. "On the contrary, there is at least one obscure Missourian who has followed yours. I have known pretty much all you have been doing of late. Yes, you at least have been busy!"
As usual, she hung on the main point. "But tell me!" she demanded of him presently, a little added color coming into her cheeks. "Do you mean to say to me that you really remember what we talked about--that you really--"
He nodded, smiling. "Don"t you remember we talked about faith, and how to get hold of it? And I said I couldn"t find it? Well, I have no apologies and no explanations. All I have to say is that I fought it out, threshed it all over, and then somehow, I don"t know how,--well, faith _came_ to me,--that is all. I waked up one night, and I--well, I just knew. That is all. Then I knew I had been wrong."
"And it cost you everything."
"Just about everything in the world, I reckon, so far as worldly goods go. I suppose you know what you and your little colonization scheme have done to me?"
"But you--what do you mean?"
"Why, didn"t you know that? Weren"t Carlisle and Kammerer your agents; and didn"t Lily, our late disappearing slave and also late lecturing fugitive yonder, represent them? Don"t you really know about that?"
"No, I had nothing to do with their operations."
"Do you mean to tell me that it was--Oh, I am glad you do not know about it," he said soberly, "although I don"t understand that part of it."
"Won"t you explain?" she besought him.
"Now, the truth is--and that is the main reason of all this popular feeling against me here--that Lily, or these men, or people like them, took away every solitary negro from my plantation, as well as from two or three others neighboring me! They didn"t stop to _buy_ my property--they just _took_ it! You see, Madam,"--he smiled rather grimly,--"these northern abolitionists remain in the belief that they have all the virtue and all the fair dealing in the world. It has been a little hard on my cotton crop. I will not have any crop this fall. I had no labor. I will not have any crop next summer. With money at twelve per cent. and no munificent state salary coming in,--that means rather more than I care to talk about."
"And it was I--_I_ who did that for you! Believe, believe me, I was wholly innocent of it! I did not know!--I did not! I did not!
I would not have done that to my worst enemy!"
"No, I suppose not; but here is where we come again to the real heart of all of these questions which so many of us feel able to solve offhand. What difference should you make between me and another? If it is right for the North to free all these slaves without paying for them, why should there be anything in my favor, over any one of my neighbors? And, most of all, why should you not be overjoyed at punishing me? Why am I not your worst enemy? I differed from you,--I wronged you,--I harmed you,--I did everything in the world I could to injure you. At least you have played even with me. I got you Lily to take along. And I even once went so far as to tell you my own notion, that the blacks ought to be deported. Well, you got mine!"
"I never meant it! I never intended it! It was done wholly without my knowledge! I am sorry! I am sorry!"
"You need not be sorry. It is only one of the consequences of following one"s faith. Anyhow, I"m just a little less inconsistent than Mr. Benton, who had always been opposed to slavery, although he still owns slaves. The same is true of Mr. Clay. They both have been prominent politically. Well, set them free of their slaves, and they and I would be about even, wouldn"t we? It comes to being pretty much on foot, I must confess."
"I can understand that," said she. "For that matter, we are both ruined; and for the same reason."
"What do you mean? And, tell me, once more, who are you? You certainly have stirred things up!"
"As to the latter, it makes little difference," said she. "I will confess to being a revolutionist and a visionary reformer; and an absolute failure. I will confess that I have undertaken things which I thought were within my power, but which were entirely beyond me. Well, it has ruined me also in a material way."
"How, do you mean?"
"This colonization work was carried on by my own funds. It is not long ago that I got a letter, saying that my funds were at an end. I had some small estates in the old country. They are gone,--confiscated.
My last rents were not collected."
She, in turn, smiled, spreading out her hands. "You see me here in St. Genevieve, perhaps on my way to St. Louis. Tell me, is there demand for persons of foreign experience, who understand a little French, a little English, perhaps a little music? Or could there perhaps be a place for an interpreter in Hungarian, French or English?"
[Ill.u.s.tration: She turned, spreading out her hands.]
It was his turn to show consternation. "Is it indeed true?" he said. "Now it is time for me to say I am sorry. I do not understand all about it. Of course I could see all along that an immense amount of money was being paid into this colonization folly. And it was your money, and you are ruined,--for the same hopeless cause! I am sorry, sorry! It"s a shame, a shame!"
"I am not sorry," said she. "I am glad! It is victory!"
"I will not say that!" he burst out. "I will not admit it, not confess it. It is all right for me, because I"m a man. I can stand it. But you--you ought to have ease, luxury, all your life.
Now look what you have done!"
There came a sudden knock at the door, and without much pause.
Hector entered, somewhat excited.