"He'll not return, you, think, you Judas!" she snarled at him, her lean, swarthy face growing very evil to see. "But he shall-by God, he shall! And look to your skin when he does, monsieur the catchpoll, for, on my honour, you shall have a foretaste of hell for your trouble in this matter."The Chevalier smiled with much restraint. "A woman's tongue," said he, "does no injury.""Will a woman's arm, think you?" demanded that warlike matron. "You musk-stinking tipstaff, I'll - ""Anne, my love," implored the Vicomte soothingly, "I beg that you will control yourself.""Shall I submit to the insolence of this misbegotten vassal? Shall I - ""Remember rather that it does not become the dignity of your station to address the fellow. We avoid venomous reptiles, but we do not pause to reproach them with their venom. God made them so."Saint-Eustache coloured to the roots of his hair, then, turning hastily to the driver, he bade him start. He would have closed the door with that, but that madame thrust herself forward.
That was the Chevalier's chance to be avenged. "You cannot go,"said he.
"Cannot?" Her cheeks reddened. "Why not, monsieur Lesperon?
"I have no reasons to afford you," he answered brutally. "You cannot go.""Your pardon, Chevalier," I interposed. "You go beyond your rights in seeking to prevent her. Monsieur le Vicomte is not yet convicted.
Do not, I beseech you, transcend the already odious character of your work."And without more ado I shouldered him aside, and held the door that she might enter. She rewarded me with a smile-half vicious, half whimsical, and mounted the step. Saint-Eustache would have interfered. He came at me as if resenting that shoulder-thrust of mine, and for a second I almost thought he would have committed the madness of striking me.
"Take care, Saint-Eustache," I said very quietly, my eyes fixed on his. And much as dead Caesar's ghost may have threatened Brutus with Philippi "We meet at Toulouse, Chevalier," said I, and closing the carriage door I stepped back.
There was a flutter of skirts behind me. It was mademoiselle. So brave and outwardly so calm until now, the moment of actual separation - and added thereunto perhaps her mother's going and the loneliness that for herself she foresaw - proved more than she could endure. I stepped aside, and she swept past me and caught at the leather curtain of the coach.
"Father!" she sobbed.
There are some things that a man of breeding may not witness - some things to look upon which is near akin to eavesdropping or reading the letters of another. Such a scene did I now account the present one, and, turning, I moved away. But Saint-Eustache cut it short, for scarce had I taken three paces when his voice rang out the command to move. The driver hesitated, for the girl was still hanging at the window. But a second command, accompanied by a vigorous oath, overcame-his hesitation. He gathered up his reins, cracked his whip, and the lumbering wheels began to move.
"Have a care, child!" I heard the Vicomte cry "have a care! Adieu, mon enfant!"She sprang back, sobbing, and assuredly she would have fallen, thrown out of balance by the movement of the coach, but that I put forth my hands and caught her.
I do not think she knew whose were the arms that held her for that brief space, so desolated was she by the grief so long repressed.
At last she realized that it was this worthless Bardelys against whom she rested; this man who had wagered that he would win and wed her; this impostor who had come to her under an assumed name; this knave who had lied to her as no gentleman could have lied, swearing to love her, whilst, in reality, he did no more than seek to win a wager. When all this she realized, she shuddered a second, then moved abruptly from my grasp, and, without so much as a glance at me, she left me, and, ascending the steps of the chateau, she passed from my sight.
I gave the order to dismount as the last of Saint-Eustache's followers vanished under the portcullis.
