I recognised the Intendant without difficulty. He was a small man, delicately formed, and wore his dark red hair with but little powder. He was most handsomely dressed, his carriage was dignified and easy, and the charm of which Angelique had spoken was at once apparent; I quite understood how one might forget the plain, sickly face, marked by the traces of excess, for it was frank and open, and one could not but acknowledge its strength.
I saw, too, M. Poulariez, looking very handsome in his new white uniform of the Royal Rouissillon; the Major Joannes, and others whom Angelique had described, or we had seen from our windows on their way to one or other of the three divinities of the rue du Parloir. They were all there, vying with each other, Mme. de Lanaudiere, Mme. de Beauba.s.sin, and Mme. Pean, and though their dresses were doubtless far behind the mode, they were all three noticeable women, and dressed with discretion.
At the opposite end were the musicians, whose efforts were surprisingly good; and in a long gallery down one side stood the onlookers, crowding it to its utmost capacity. Angelique sate the centre of an animated group at no great distance from where I was hidden, and her evident delight in the merry trifling that went on about her made a charming picture; but he whom I sought was not one of the little court before her, and I scanned the room eagerly.
For the first time I realised that he might be changed; that I had changed much myself--for ten years is a long time out of one"s life--and with a pang I thought of Angelique"s girlish freshness, and wished I could have remained eighteen for his sake.
At last! My heart leaped within me, and my eyes swam so I could hardly see, for there was Hugh, the one and only love of my life!
"Oh, Hugh! Hugh! my darling!" I murmured, forgetful of all, save that my dreamings had come true, and my eyes had been granted their desire.
He was coming slowly down the room, making his way gracefully through the crowd, bowing and occasionally speaking to other guests as he pa.s.sed. It pained me to see how thin and worn his face had grown; but, if anything, it was handsomer than ever, though, like that of most of the officers, it was too brown from constant exposure. How could Angelique call him old? For his figure was as light and graceful as I ever pictured it, and his bearing as perfect as of yore. He was not in uniform, but was fittingly dressed in a puce-coloured coat, relieved with narrow silver braid, and his white satin waistcoat and small-clothes were ornamented in the same manner.
He came directly up to where Angelique sate, and, bowing low, answered her lively greeting with his winning smile, and I could almost catch the soft tones of his voice where I stood.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "And bowing low, answered her lively greeting."]
Presently she rose, and dismissing her court with a laughing bow, they moved down the room together, and as they did so my love followed them, sweeping all doubts aside, and I fell to defending him against myself with all my soul. I had never read that letter aright. Should I not have remembered that such a man could never hurt a woman? It was an impossibility for him to have written me direct; and had he not, through the very hands of my enemy, sent me effective warning not to intrust myself to his treacherous guidance?--"Keep the lady claiming to be my wife at such, a distance that I may never set eyes on her again." Could anything be plainer or better conceived? If he had denied being married, his letter could have carried no message for me, and would have placed me in even a worse position. It was through my own pride and stupidity that I had blundered into denying the marriage, and so had thrown myself into the power of Sarennes.
"Good-evening, mademoiselle," whispered a voice; and I faced about, trembling with sudden terror, to find M. de Sarennes close behind me.
"Good-evening, mademoiselle," he repeated, smiling at my dismay.
"You did not expect to see me?"
"I did not know you were in Quebec," I gasped, trying hard to recover my self-control.
"Nor did any one else, save your friend M. de Montcalm; I arrived an hour ago."
"How did you know I was here?" I asked, to gain time.
"I guessed whither you had been drawn when I did not find you at the house, and a crown to the right lackey brought me here. And now, with your permission, we will finish that conversation your friend the Jesuit interrupted more than six months ago. No, you dare not cry out; and see, I have the key. You are more alone with me here than in the woods at Beaulieu," and he smiled with an air of triumph that made me desperate.
"It is useless to attempt to frighten me, monsieur," I said, boldly.
"I am among friends."
"Indeed? And you count this Chevalier de Maxwell among them?"
"I do; for now I understand the letter he sent."
"May I ask in what way?"
"In the way of a warning not to trust myself to a man in whom he had no confidence."
"Ah! He has explained this to you himself?"
"No, monsieur; it was my own fault I did not see it at the time."
"Will you answer me one question truthfully? Have you seen M. de Maxwell? You will not answer? Then your silence speaks for you.
Now if this letter had been sent with the meaning you pretend to put upon it, do you not think M. de Maxwell would have sought you out in a little place like Quebec, where he has no other occupation on his hands than to win enough at pharaon to dress himself for such duties as these?" he said, contemptuously, as he waved his hand towards the ball-room; and with the sneering words my defence of a few moments before was in the dust. "You have seen him here,"
he went on, when he marked the effect of his words. "Does he look like a man who is eating his heart out; or like one who is free of a burthen and trying to enjoy the present? Marguerite, listen to me! For your sake I have braved disgrace and perhaps ruin; for your sake I would go through it again--"
"How dare you speak to me thus, monsieur!" I interrupted. "You insult me beyond endurance when you dare to say I ever inspired any man to be a traitor and a coward."
"By G.o.d!" he muttered, "have a care lest I strike you! There are some things I cannot stand, even from you."
"Strike! I would rather that than anything else from you."
He glared at me fiercely for a moment, then suddenly changing, he whispered, entreatingly: "Marguerite, do not tempt me thus. Do not bring out all that is worst in me. You know I love you."
"I will not have your love; it is hateful to me."
"Why should my love be hateful? It is not different from that of other men! It is as strong--so strong that I cannot master it. It is as tender, if you will but answer it. It is not to be despised, for I have never offered it to another; and as for myself, G.o.d made me as I am."
"I will not have your love, M. de Sarennes. I will not answer it, and you degrade it when you would force it on me. Go, and leave me in peace!"
"Marguerite, you know nothing of my love. It counts neither insult nor rejection. If you will have it in no other way, let me at least serve you. Let me take up your quarrel."
"What do you mean?"
"This Maxwell. Say so, and I will hunt him down, and never leave him until you are revenged."
"Are you mad, monsieur?"
"No, mademoiselle, I am not mad! But are you shameless?"
Trembling with indignation, I drew my cloak about me, and sweeping aside the curtain, I stepped out on the floor of the lighted ball-room. As I pa.s.sed, the curtain caught my hood, and, to my annoyance, it fell back from my head. The full glare of the light was dazzling, and I was bewildered and confused, but I kept my eyes fixed on the doorway and walked swiftly towards it. No one spake to me, or uttered any exclamation of surprise. Two gentlemen stepped apart as I advanced to allow me free pa.s.sage, and I had just gained the entrance when I came face to face with the Marquis de Montcalm.
Without the slightest hesitation he bowed, and at once stepped back into the corridor with me.
"Ah, madame, you should have been on the floor, and not in the gallery. This ball promises to be amusing, and you are running away before it has fairly begun." Seeing I was too embarra.s.sed to reply, he continued with perfect savoir-faire a conversation made up of nothings, leading me down the long corridor away from curious eyes as he did so, until I was able to say, with decency:
"Monsieur, a thousand thanks for your timely attention, but I must return. I have been over-long already."
At this moment M. de Sarennes approached from the opposite direction, and bowing, as if he had met me for the first time that evening, said, after saluting the Marquis, "My mother grows anxious at your stay, madame, and has deputed me to be your escort."
But he counted too far on my cowardice, and had no knowledge of how far a woman will trust an honourable man. The Marquis, never doubting his good faith, had already fallen back a step, when I turned to him and said, quietly,
"Monsieur, it is quite impossible for me to accept this gentleman"s offer, but I shall be grateful if you will provide me with a different escort."
"There is not the slightest difficulty in that. M. de Sarennes, I must ask you to remain in attendance here, as I will not have another opportunity of seeing you before you start for Montreal in the morning. I will join you within presently;" and he dismissed the angry man with a formal little bow, as if unconscious of anything unusual. Beckoning to a servant, he ordered him to find M. Joannes, and bid him meet us at the entrance.
"I am heartily glad, madame," he said, when we were alone, "that you had the confidence to appeal to me. I shall take means to keep M. de Sarennes so busily employed that he will have no further opportunity of annoying you."
"I am very grateful, monsieur, and would never have troubled you could I have seen any other way of escape."
""Tutto e bene che riesce bene," which is the extent of my Italian, madame; but here is M. Joannes. M. Joannes," he continued, to the merry little officer, "you have already had the pleasure of meeting Mme. de St. Just; you now can render her a service."
"I am sure madame has confidence in me; she saw how I had provided the wine when it was essential we should wish her bon voyage off Cap Tourmente."
"Good! The present service only differs in kind. Will you order my cariole, and see her safely to Mme. de Sarennes"s?"