"Like that?"
"Yes; very well. Now whisper to me."
Oliva obeyed with a docility which charmed her companion.
The black domino, who had his back turned to them, did not see all this; but his companion did. "Take care, monseigneur," said she; "there are two masks watching us."
"Oh, do not be afraid, countess; they cannot recognize us. Do not mind them; but let me a.s.sure you that never form was so enchanting as yours, never eyes so brilliant, never----"
"Hush! the spies approach."
"Spies!" said the cardinal, uneasily. "Disguise your voice if they make you speak, and I will do the same."
Oliva and her blue domino indeed approached; he came up to the cardinal, and said, "Mask----"
"What do you want?" said the cardinal, in a voice as unlike his natural one as he could make it.
"The lady who accompanies me desires me to ask you some questions."
"Ask," said M. de Rohan.
"Are they very indiscreet?" said Madame de la Motte.
"So indiscreet that you shall not hear them;" and he pretended to whisper to Oliva, who made a sign in answer. Then, in irreproachable German, he said to the cardinal, "Monseigneur, are you in love with the lady who accompanies you?"
The cardinal trembled.
"Did you say monseigneur?" he asked.
"Yes."
"You deceive yourself; I am not the person you think."
"Oh, M. le Cardinal, do not deny it; it is useless. If even I did not know you, the lady who accompanies me a.s.sures me she knows you perfectly." And he again whispered to Oliva, "Make a sign for "yes." Do so each time I press your arm."
She did so.
"You astonish me!" said the cardinal. "Who is this lady?"
"Oh, monseigneur, I thought you would have known; she soon knew you. It is true that jealousy----"
"Madame is jealous of me!" cried the cardinal.
"We do not say that," replied the unknown, rather haughtily.
"What are you talking about?" asked Madame de la Motte, who did not like this conversation in German.
"Oh, nothing, nothing!"
"Madame," said the cardinal to Oliva, "one word from you, and I promise to recognize you instantly."
Oliva, who saw him speaking to her, but did not understand a word, whispered to her companion.
All this mystery piqued the cardinal.
"One single German word," he said, "could not much compromise madame."
The blue domino again pretended to take her orders, and then said: "M.
le Cardinal, these are the words of madame, "He whose thoughts are not ever on the alert, he whose imagination does not perpetually suggest the presence of the loved one, does not love, however much he may pretend it.""
The cardinal appeared struck with these words; all his att.i.tude expressed surprise, respect and devotion.
"It is impossible!" he murmured in French.
"What is impossible?" asked Madame de la Motte, who seized eagerly on these few words she could understand.
"Nothing, madame, nothing!"
"Really, cardinal, you are making me play but a sorry part," said she, withdrawing her arm angrily.
He did not even seem to notice it, so great was his preoccupation with the German lady.
"Madame," said he to her, "these words that your companion has repeated to me in your name are some German lines which I read in a house which is perhaps known to you."
The blue domino pressed Oliva"s arm, who thereupon bowed an a.s.sent.
"That house," said the cardinal, hesitatingly, "is it not called Schoenbrunn?"
She again made a gesture of a.s.sent.
"They were written on a table of cherry-wood, with a gold bodkin, by an august hand."
"Yes," bowed Oliva again.
The cardinal stopped, he tottered, and leaned against a pillar for support. Madame de la Motte stood by, watching this strange scene. Then the cardinal, touching the blue domino, said: "This is the conclusion of the quotation--"But he who sees everywhere the loved object, who recognizes her by a flower, by a perfume, through the thickest veils, he can still be silent--his voice is in his heart--and if one other understands him, he is happy.""
"Oh, they are speaking German here," said a young voice from an approaching group; "let us listen. Do you speak German, marshal?"
"No, monseigneur."
"You, Charny?"
"Yes, your highness."
"Here is M. le Comte d"Artois," said Oliva softly to her companion.
A crowd followed them, and many were pa.s.sing round.
"Take care, gentlemen!" said the blue domino.