Not a pig--a prig! Is it not so?"
"True, true, count," I returned, unable to restrain a laugh. "It is the affectation of virtue that makes frank vice attractive by comparison."
"Ah, true, true, my dear baron. May I proceed with my errand?"
"Proceed, count."
"Monsieur le Comte Hamilton begs me to say that he was called away from London early to-day on the king"s business, but that he will return in four weeks. When he returns he will do himself the honor to send me again, asking you to name a friend, unless you prefer to apologize, which no gentleman would do in a case of this sort. You said, I am told, that Monsieur le Comte lied. If you admit that he did not lie, of course you admit that you did. So, im-pos-si-ble! There must be to fight!"
"Do you know, count, the cause of my having given Count Hamilton the lie?" I asked.
"I did not inquire," he answered smilingly. "To me it was to carry the message."
"George Hamilton is your friend, is he not?" I asked.
"Yes, but far more, he is the friend of my king, and will make entreaty with my monarch for my return to France," answered De Grammont.
"It was because of Count Hamilton"s insulting reference to his brother that I used the ugly word," I returned.
"A-ah, that is different!" Then recovering himself quickly: "But I undertook the mission. It is to finish. Monsieur George Hamilton? My friend? My king"s friend? If it had been known to me! But you have the message of "Sieur le Comte."
After a short silence he said, "When Monsieur le Comte Hamilton returns, I shall ask him to relieve me of this duty."
As De Grammont was leaving my closet, he paused at the door, and, after a moment"s hesitancy, whispered:--
"You may expect a letter from France soon. It will come from M. l"Abbe du Boise, who I hope will come soon to London on the business of my king.
You know him not--M. l"Abbe?" The eyebrows lifted questioningly. "No? You soon will know him, yet you will not know him. You and perhaps a lady may help him in his mission. I, too, shall help him, but I, too, know him not. Yet I know him. If he succeed in his mission, he will be rich, he will be powerful. And I? Mon Dieu, my friend! If he succeed, my decree of banishment from Paris--it will be to revoke. I may return once more to bask in the smile of my king. You must not speak; the lady must not speak; I must not speak when Monsieur l"Abbe comes, nor before. It is to silence. Stone walls have one ear."
"Two, sometimes, count," I suggested, laughing.
"Yes, I should have said one ears! Non, non! I forget this d.a.m.nable tongue of yours! When I arrive to great interest, it is to talk faster than it is to think, and--" A shrug of the shoulders finished the sentence.
"Let us speak French hereafter, my dear count," I suggested.
"Mon Dieu, mon Dieu! It is to me more of pain to hear my sweet language murdered than to murder yours," answered Grammont, seriously.
"Ah, but I speak French quite as well as I speak English. Perhaps I shall not murder it," I replied.
"Perhaps? We shall try," he said, though with little show of faith.
I began speaking French, but when I paused for his verdict, he shrugged his shoulders, saying:--
"Ah, _oui, oui!_ It may be better than my English." But notwithstanding his scant praise, we spoke the French language thereafter.
The count bowed himself out and left me to decipher, if I could, the problem of M. l"Abbe du Boise. Presently I discovered the cue. The Abbe was George Hamilton, and for the moment my heart almost stopped beating. If he should come to England on the French king"s business, which could be nothing more nor less than the Dunkirk affair, and should be discovered, there would be a public entertainment on Tyburn Hill, with George as the central figure.
When I found a spare hour, I hastened to see Lilly and came upon the good Doctor among the stars, as usual. There was a letter for me from Hamilton. It was short and in cipher:--
"DEAR FRIEND:
"This is to tell you that M. l"Abbe du Boise will soon be in London. He will be the guest of M. Comte de Grammont.
"You do not know him. Please call on him when he arrives. Tell the d.u.c.h.ess of Hearts that he will want to see her. Ask her to be ready to help him. He goes to buy Dunkirk for the French king, and his success will mean good fortune for me.
"Your friend,
"LE BLANC."
After reading the letter, I felt sure that the Abbe du Boise was George Hamilton. I could hardly bring myself to believe that he would be so foolhardy as to visit Whitehall, though I knew the adventure was of a nature likely to appeal to his reckless disregard of consequences. I knew also that, if successful, he would win the reward without which life had little value to him.
I was sure that Hamilton had fully weighed the danger of his perilous mission, and that he was deliberately staking his life on a last desperate chance to win fortune and Frances Jennings.
Though perhaps Lilly was a charlatan in many respects, he was to be trusted; still I did not feel that it was my place to impart George"s secret to him, though I had in mind a plan whereby he might be of great help to the Abbe du Boise in influencing King Charles. The king consulted him secretly in many important affairs, and I was sure that if the good Doctor should be called in by his Majesty in the Dunkirk affair, the stars would tell a story in accord with our desires if we made it to Lilly"s interest.
However, all of that must wait for the Abbe du Boise. Of one thing I was sure; I must tell Frances at once so that she might be paving the way to the king with her smiles. It would be a disagreeable task, but I knew she would do it gladly, and I also knew that no woman could do it better.
While I had expressed my doubts to Frances concerning Hamilton"s emigration to Canada, I had not felt entirely sure there was nothing in it, and she, womanlike, taking the worst for granted, had accepted it as true. But the coming of the Abbe du Boise changed everything, and when I saw her at her father"s house and told her of my suspicions, and showed her Le Blanc"s letter, she was so greatly alarmed that she said she would rather know that George had gone to Canada than to fear his return to England under the circ.u.mstances.
"The dastardly king will take his life if he comes," she said.
"I admit the danger," I answered, as hopefully as possible, "but I believe, if George comes, he will be able to take care of himself."
"Danger!" she exclaimed. "It is certain death! George will find no mercy."
"If he is caught," I answered. "But the letter from King Louis will convince King Charles that Hamilton is in Canada and will throw our jealous monarch off his guard. Perhaps Hamilton will be safer than we suppose. He speaks French like a Parisian, but, above all, he is cool, calm, and thoughtful in danger. The London merchants will be far more dangerous than the king."
"It does seem that we are guilty of treason to our country in thus helping France," she said. Then laughingly, "But I"ll go back to the palace at once and begin my task of wheedling the king." She paused for a moment, then continued hesitatingly, "Do you suppose it possible that George would doubt me afterwards?"
"Impossible," I answered, with emphasis that seemed to rea.s.sure her.
"I am doing it for him," she continued with a sigh. "G.o.d knows I would do almost anything in the same cause. But I do not know men, and I fear it is possible that he will doubt me after I have succeeded. Let us go to see Betty. She is restful to me, and always soothes my nerves. But besides, I want to have her help. I"ll introduce her to the king--"
"No, by G.o.d, you"ll not introduce her to the king! I"ll explode the whole affair, and Dunkirk may go to the devil before you shall introduce Betty to the king," I answered.
"Yet you are willing that I should meddle in the dangerous affair?
Evidently you love her more than you love me?"
"Only a few hundred million times more," I answered sullenly.
"Is it that way with you, my dear brother?" she asked, coming to me as I stood gazing out the window, seeing nothing save Bettina"s face. Frances put her hand on my shoulder and said coaxingly: "Forgive me. No harm shall come to her through me."
Of course I was sorry that I had allowed myself to become angry, and at once made my apology as well as I could.
"Let us go to see Betty, anyway," said Frances. And I a.s.senting, she went to fetch her cloak, hat, and vizard.
But when she returned, I had changed my mind and declined to go, telling Frances that I must see Bettina no more.
"Why?" asked Frances.