She made the accustomed sign for her to come down, and Oliva replied joyfully. The great thing now was to get rid of her. To destroy the instrument that has served them in the constant endeavor of those who intrigue; but here it is that they generally fail; they do not succeed in doing so before there has been time to disclose the secret. Jeanne knew that Oliva would not be easy to get rid of, unless she could think of something that would induce her to fly willingly. Oliva, on her part, much as she enjoyed her nocturnal promenades at first, after so much confinement, was already beginning to weary of them, and to sigh once more for liberty and Beausire.
The night came, and they went out together; Oliva disguised under a large cloak and hood, and Jeanne dressed as a grisette; besides which the carriage bore the respectable arms of Valois, which prevented the police, who alone might have recognized Oliva, from searching it.
"Oh! I have been so ennuyee," cried Oliva, "I have been expecting you so long."
"It was impossible to come and see you, I should have run, and made you run, a great danger."
"How so?" said Oliva, astonished.
"A terrible danger at which I still tremble. You know how ennuyee you were, and how much you wished to go out."
"Yes; and you a.s.sisted me like a friend."
"Certainly; I proposed that we should have some amus.e.m.e.nt with that officer who is rather mad, and in love with the queen, whom you resemble a little; and endeavor to persuade him that it was the queen he was walking with."
"Yes," said Oliva.
"The first two nights you walked in the park, and you played your part to perfection; he was quite taken in."
"Yes," said Oliva, "but it was almost a pity to deceive him, poor fellow, he was so delightful."
"Yes, but the evil is not there. To give a man a rose, to let him kiss your hands, and call you "your majesty," was all good fun; but, my little Oliva, it seems you did not stop here."
Oliva colored.
"How?" stammered she.
"There was a third interview."
"Yes," replied Oliva, hastily, "you know, for you were there."
"Excuse me, dear friend; I was there, but at a distance. I neither saw nor heard what pa.s.sed within, I only know what you told me, that he talked and kissed your hands."
"Oh, mon Dieu!" murmured Oliva.
"You surely could not have exposed us both to such a terrible danger without telling me of it."
Oliva trembled from head to foot.
Jeanne continued. "How could I imagine that you, who said you loved M.
Beausire, and were courted by a man like Count Cagliostro, whom you refused; oh! it cannot be true."
"But where is the danger?" asked Oliva.
"The danger! Have we not to manage a madman, one who fears nothing, and will not be controlled. It was no great thing for the queen to give him her hand to kiss or to give him a rose; oh, my dear child, I have not smiled since I heard this."
"What do you fear?" asked Oliva, her teeth chattering with terror.
"Why, as you are not the queen, and have taken her name, and in her name have committed a folly of this kind, that is unfortunately treason. He has no proof of this--they may be satisfied with a prison or banishment."
"A prison! banishment!" shrieked Oliva.
"I, at least, intend to take precautions and hide myself."
"You fear also?"
"Oh! will not this madman divulge my share also? My poor Oliva, this trick of yours will cost us dear."
Oliva burst into tears.
"Oh!" she cried, "I think I am possessed of a demon, that I can never rest: just saved from one danger, I must rush into another. Suppose I confess all to my protector?"
"A fine story to confess to him, whose advances you refused, that you have committed this imprudence with a stranger."
"Mon Dieu! you are right."
"Soon this report will spread, and will reach his ears; then do you not think he will give you up to the police? Even if he only send you away, what will become of you?"
"Oh! I am lost."
"And M. Beausire, when he shall hear this----?"
Oliva started, and wringing her hands violently, cried out, "Oh, he would kill me; but no, I will kill myself. You cannot save me, since you are compromised also."
"I have," replied Jeanne, "in the furthest part of Picardy, a little farm. If you can gain this refuge, you might be safe."
"But you?"
"Oh, once you were gone, I should not fear him."
"I will go whenever you like."
"I think you are wise."
"Must I go at once?"
"Wait till I have prepared everything to insure safety; meanwhile, hide yourself, and do not come near the window."
"Oh yes, dear friend."
"And to begin, let us go home, as there is no more to say."
"How long will your preparations take?"
"I do not know, but remember henceforth, until the day of your departure I shall not come to the window. When you see me there, you will know that the day has arrived, and be prepared."
They returned in silence. On arriving, Oliva begged pardon humbly of her friend for bringing her into so much danger through her folly.
"I am a woman," replied Jeanne, "and can pardon a woman"s weakness."