"It is very well for us to talk in that way, father," she answered.
"It is not your picture that hangs in the hall, or your coat-of-arms that I see upon the wall. We hold the castle and the land, but it is for the heir of the de Lavals to tell _us_ if he is satisfied with this." Her dark scornful eyes were fixed upon me as she waited for my reply, but her father hastened to intervene.
"This is not a very hospitable tone in which to greet your cousin," said he harshly. "It has so chanced that Louis" heritage has fallen to us, but it is not for us to remind him of the fact."
"He needs no reminding," said she.
"You do me an injustice," I cried, for the evident and malignant scorn of this girl galled me to the quick. "It is true that I cannot forget that this castle and these grounds belonged to my ancestors--I should be a clod indeed if I _could_ forget it--but if you think that I harbour any bitterness, you are mistaken. For my own part, I ask nothing better than to open up a career for myself with my own sword."
"And never was there a time when it could be more easily and more brilliantly done," cried my uncle. "There are great things about to happen in the world, and if you are at the Emperor"s court you will be in the middle of them. I understand that you are content to serve him?"
"I wish to serve my country."
"By serving the Emperor you do so, for without him the country becomes chaos."
"From all we hear it is not a very easy service," said my cousin.
"I should have thought that you would have been very much more comfortable in England--and then you would have been so much safer also."
Everything which the girl said seemed to be meant as an insult to me, and yet I could not imagine how I had ever offended her. Never had I met a woman for whom I conceived so hearty and rapid a dislike. I could see that her remarks were as offensive to her father as they were to me, for he looked at her with eyes which were as angry as her own.
"Your cousin is a brave man, and that is more than can be said for someone else that I could mention," said he.
"For whom?" she asked.
"Never mind!" he snapped, and, jumping up with the air of a man who is afraid that his rage may master him, and that he may say more than he wished, he ran from the room.
She seemed startled by this retort of his, and rose as if she would follow him. Then she tossed her head and laughed incredulously.
"I suppose that you have never met your uncle before?" said she, after a few minutes of embarra.s.sed silence.
"Never," answered I.
"Well, what do you think of him now you _have_ met him?"
Such a question from a daughter about her father filled me with a certain vague horror. I felt that he must be even a worse man than I had taken him for if he had so completely forfeited the loyalty of his own nearest and dearest.
"Your silence is a sufficient answer," said she, as I hesitated for a reply. "I do not know how you came to meet him last night, or what pa.s.sed between you, for we do not share each other"s confidences.
I think, however, that you have read him aright. Now I have something to ask you. You had a letter from him inviting you to leave England and to come here, had you not?"
"Yes, I had."
"Did you observe nothing on the outside?"
I thought of those two sinister words which had puzzled me so much.
"What! it was you who warned me not to come?"
"Yes, it was I. I had no other means of doing it."
"But why did you do it?"
"Because I did not wish you to come here."
"Did you think that I would harm you?"
She sat silent for a few seconds like one who is afraid of saying too much. When her answer came it was a very unexpected one:
"I was afraid that you would be harmed."
"You think that I am in danger here?"
"I am sure of it."
"You advise me to leave?"
"Without losing an instant."
"From whom is the danger then?"
Again she hesitated, and then, with a reckless motion like one who throws prudence to the winds, she turned upon me.
"It is from my father," said she.
"But why should he harm me?"
"That is for your sagacity to discover."
"But I a.s.sure you, mademoiselle, that in this matter you misjudge him,"
said I. "As it happens, he interfered to save my life last night."
"To save your life! From whom?"
"From two conspirators whose plans I had chanced to discover."
"Conspirators!" She looked at me in surprise.
"They would have killed me if he had not intervened."
"It is not his interest that you should be harmed yet awhile. He had reasons for wishing you to come to Castle Grosbois. But I have been very frank with you, and I wish you to be equally so with me. Does it happen--does it happen that during your youth in England you have ever--you have ever had an affair of the heart?"
Everything which this cousin of mine said appeared to me to be stranger than the last, and this question, coming at the end of so serious a conversation, was the strangest of all. But frankness begets frankness, and I did not hesitate.
"I have left the very best and truest girl in the world behind me in England," said I. "Eugenie is her name, Eugenie de Choiseul, the niece of the old Duke."
My reply seemed to give my cousin great satisfaction. Her large dark eyes shone with pleasure.
"You are very attached?" she asked.
"I shall never be happy until I see her."