MASTER AND SERVANT
When the young lady and her governess left the booth and wended their
way along the country road, the peasants respectfully made way for them
and even Bobichel paused in his tricks. Irene held her little head
sidewise as she walked through the crowd, while the governess marched
with proudly uplifted head.
"Thank God," said Madame Ursula, "there is the carriage."
An elegant equipage came in sight, and a groom led a beautiful racer by
the bridle.
"Step in, Madame Ursula," said Irene, laughing, as she vaulted into the
saddle.
"But you promised me--"
"To be at the castle the same time as you," added the young lady. "And I
shall keep my promise. Forward, Almanser!"
The horse flew along like an arrow, and Madame Ursula, sighing, got into
the carriage, which started off in the same direction.
"Who is the handsome lady?" asked Bobichel.
"The richest heiress in Alsace and Lorraine, Mademoiselle de Salves,"
was the answer.
"Ah, she suits me," said the clown.
"Bah, she is as proud as a peacock," growled an old peasant.
"It is all the same to me," said a second peasant; "she is going to be
married to a gentleman in Paris, and there she fits better."
A heavy mail-coach, which halted at the Golden Sun, interrupted the
conversation. Mr. Schwan ran to the door to receive the travellers, and
at the same moment the man in the brown overcoat appeared at the
threshold of the door. Hardly had he seen the mail-coach than he hurried
to open the door, and in a cringing voice said:
"Welcome, Monsieur le Marquis; my letter arrived, then, opportunely?"
The occupant of the coach nodded, and leaning on the other's arm, he got
out. It was the Marquis of Fougereuse. He looked like a man prematurely
old, whose bent back and wrinkled features made him look like a man of
seventy, while in reality he was hardly fifty.
In the marquis's company was a servant named Simon, who, in the course
of years, had advanced from the post of valet to that of steward.
"What does the gentleman desire?" asked the host, politely.
"Let the dinner be served in my room," ordered Simon; and, giving the
marquis a nod, he strode to the upper story in advance of him.
The door which Simon opened showed an elegantly furnished room according
to Schwan's ideas, yet the marquis appeared to pay no attention to his
surroundings, for he hardly gazed around, and in a state of exhaustion
sank into a chair. Simon stood at the window and looked out, while the
host hurriedly set the table; when this was finished, Simon winked to
Schwan and softly said:
"Leave the room now, and do not enter it until I call for you."
"If the gentlemen wish anything--"
"I know, I know," interrupted Simon, impatiently. "Listen to what I say.
You would do well to keep silent about the purpose of my master's visit
here. In case any one asks you, simply say you know nothing."
"Neither I do," remarked Schwan.
"So much the better, then you do not need to tell a lie; I advise you in
your own interest not to say anything."
The host went away and growled on the stairs:
"Confound big people and their servants. I prefer guests like Girdel and
his troupe."
As soon as the door had closed behind Schwan, Simon approached the
marquis.
"We are alone, master," he said timidly.
"Then speak; have you discovered Pierre Labarre's residence?"
"Yes, master."
"But you have not gone to see him yet?"
"No, I kept within your orders."
"You were right. I must daze the old scoundrel through my sudden
appearance; I hope to get the secret from him."
"Is everything better now, master?" asked Simon, after a pause.
"Better? What are you thinking of?" exclaimed the marquis, angrily.
"Every one has conspired against me, and ruin is near at hand."
"But the protection of his majesty--"
"Bah! the protection of the king is useless, if the cabinet hate me.
Besides, I have had the misfortune to anger Madame de Foucheres, and
since then everything has gone wrong."
"The king cannot have forgotten what you did for him," said Simon.
"A few weeks ago I was driven to the wall by my creditors, and I went to
the king and stated my case to him. Do you know what his answer was?
'Monsieur,' he said, earnestly, 'a Fougereuse should not demean himself
by begging,' and with that he gave me a draft for eighty thousand
francs! What are eighty thousand francs for a man in my position? A drop
of water on a hot stove."
Simon nodded.
"But the vicomte," he observed; "his majesty showers favors upon him--"
"I am much obliged for the favors! Yes, my son is spoken of, but in what
a way! The vicomte gambles, the vicomte is always in a scrape, the
vicomte is the hero of the worst adventures--and kind friends never fail
to tell me all about it! I hope his marriage will put a stop to all this
business. Have you heard anything further of the De Salves ladies?"
"Not much, but enough. The estate of the young heiress is the largest
for miles about, and she herself is a beauty of the first class."
"So much the better. Think of it, four millions! Oh, if this should be
lost to us!"
"That will hardly be the case, Monsieur le Marquis; the marriage has
been decided upon."
"Certainly, certainly, but then--if the old countess should find out
about our pecuniary embarrassments all would be lost. But no, I will not
despair; Pierre Labarre must talk, and then--"
"Suppose he won't? Old people are sometimes obstinate."
"Have no fear, Simon, my methods have subdued many wills."
"Yes, yes, you are right, sir," laughed Simon.
"I can rely on you, then?"
"Perfectly so, sir. If it were necessary I would pick it up with ten
Pierres!"
"You will find me grateful," said the marquis. "If Pierre Labarre gives
the fortune to the Fougereuse and the vicomte becomes the husband of the
countess, we will be saved."
"I know that you have brilliant prospects, my lord," replied Simon, "and
I hope to win your confidence. The last few weeks I had an opportunity
to do a favor to the family of my honored master."
"Really? You arouse my curiosity."
"My lord, Monsieur Franchet honored me with his confidence."
The marquis looked in amazement at his steward; Franchet was the
superintendent of police. Recommended by the Duke of Montmorency, he was
an especial favorite of the Society of Jesus. The Jesuits had spun their
nets over the whole of France, and the secret orders emanated from the
Rue de Vaugirard. Franchet had the reins of the police department in his
hands, and used his power for the furtherance of the Jesuits' plans. The
amazement which seized the marquis when he heard that his steward was
the confidant of Franchet, was only natural; that Simon would make a
good spy, Fougereuse knew very well.
"Go on," he softly said, when Simon paused.
"Thanks to the superintendent's confidence in me," said Simon, "I am
able to secure a much more influential position at court for Monsieur le
Marquis than he has at present."
"And how are you going to perform the miracle?" asked the marquis,
sceptically.
"By allowing Monsieur le Marquis to take part in my projects for the
good of the monarchy."
"Speak more clearly," ordered the marquis, briefly.
"Directly."
Simon went close to his master, and whispered:
"There exists a dangerous conspiracy against the state. People wish to
overturn the government and depose the king."
"Folly! that has been often desired."
"But this time it is serious. A republican society--"
"Do not speak to me about republicans!" exclaimed Fougereuse, angrily.
"Let me finish, Monsieur le Marquis. My news is authentic. The attempt
will perhaps be made in a few weeks, and then it will be a question of
_sauve qui peut_! Through a wonderful chain of circumstances the plans
of the secret society came into my hands. I could go to the king now and
name him all the conspirators who threaten his life, but what would be
my reward? With a servant little ado is made. His information is taken,
its truth secretly looked into and he is given a small sum of money with
a letter saying that he must have been deceived. If the Marquis of
Fougereuse, on the other hand, should come, he is immediately master of
the situation. The matter is investigated, the king calls him his
savior, and his fortune is made."
The marquis sprung up in excitement.
"And you are in a position to give me the plans of this society? You
know who the conspirators are?" he exclaimed, with sparkling eyes.
"Yes, my lord."
"You would allow me to reap the profit of your discovery?"
"Yes, my lord; I am in the first place a faithful servant."
"Simon, let us stop this talk with turned down cards. What do you wish
in return?"
"Nothing, my lord; I depend upon your generosity."
"You shall not have cause to regret it," said the marquis, drawing a
deep breath. "Should I succeed in securing an influential position at
court, you shall be the first to profit by it."
"Thanks, my lord. I know I can count on your word. To come back to
Pierre Labarre, I think we should hunt him up as soon as possible."
"I am ready; where does he live?"
"At Vagney, about three hours distant."
"It is now three o'clock," said the marquis, pulling out his watch. "If
we start now, we will be able to return to-night."
"Then I shall order horses at once!"
Simon went away, and the marquis remained behind thinking. No matter
where he looked, the past, present and future were alike blue to him.
The old marquis had died in 1817, and the vicomte had immediately set
about to have the death of his brother, which had taken place at
Leigoutte in 1814, confirmed. Both the wife and the children of Jules
Fougere had disappeared since that catastrophe, and so the Vicomte of
Talizac, now Marquis of Fougereuse, claimed possession of his father's
estate.
But, strange to say, the legacy was far less than the vicomte and
Madeleine had expected, and, as they both had contracted big debts on
the strength of it, nothing was left to them but to sell a portion of
the grounds.
Had the marquis and his wife not lived so extravagantly they would not
have tumbled from one difficulty into the other, but the desire to cut a
figure in the Faubourg St. Germain consumed vast sums, and what the
parents left over, the son gambled away and dissipated.
Petted and spoiled by his mother, the Vicomte de Talizac was a fast
youth before he had attained his fifteenth year. No greater pleasure
could be given his mother than to tell her, that her son was the leader
of the _jeunesse dorée_. He understood how to let the money fly, and
when the marquis, alarmed at his son's extravagance, reproached his
wife, the latter cut him short by saying:
"Once for all, Jean, my son was not made to save; he is the heir of the
Fougereuse, and must keep up his position."
"But in this way we shall soon be beggars," complained the marquis.
"Is that my fault?" asked Madame Madeleine, sharply. "What good is it
that you--put your brother out of the way? His portion of the fortune is
kept from you, and if you do not force Pierre Labarre to speak you will
have to go without it."
"Then you think Pierre Labarre knows where the major part of my father's
fortune is?" asked the marquis.
"Certainly. He and no one else has it in safe keeping, and if you do not
hurry up, the old man might die, and we can look on."
The marquis sighed. This was not the first time Madeleine provoked him
against Pierre Labarre, but the old man had disappeared since the death
of his master, and it required a long time before Simon, the worthy
assistant of the marquis, found out his residence.
In the meantime the position of the Fougereuses was getting worse and
worse. At court murmurs were heard about swindling speculations with
which the marquis's name was connected, and the vicomte did his best to
drag the proud old name in the dust. A rescue was at hand, in a marriage
of the vicomte with the young Countess of Salves, but this rescue rested
on a weak footing, as a new escapade of "The Talizac Buckle," as the
heir of the Fougereuse was mockingly called, might destroy the planned
union.
Talizac was the hero of all the scandals of Paris; he sought and found
his companions in very peculiar regions, and several duels he had fought
had made his name, if not celebrated, at least disreputable.
This was the position of the marquis's affairs when Simon found Pierre
Labarre; the marquis was determined not to return to Paris without first
having settled the affair, and as Simon now returned to the room with
the host, his master exclaimed:
"Are the horses ready?"
"No, my lord; the Cure has overflowed in consequence of the heavy
rains, and the road from here to Vagney is impassable."
"Can we not reach Vagney by any other way?"
"No, my lord."
"Bah! the peasants exaggerate the danger so as to get increased prices
for their services. Have you tried to get horses?"
"Yes, my lord; but unfortunately no one in the village except the host
owns any."
"Then buy the host's horses."
"He refuses to give me the animals. An acrobat who came here this
morning, and who owns two horses, refused to sell them to me."
"That looks almost like a conspiracy!" exclaimed the marquis.
"I think so too, and if I am permitted an advice--"
"Speak freely; what do you mean?"
"That the best thing we can do is to start at once on foot. If we hurry,
we can reach Vagney this evening, and the rest will take care of
itself."
"You are right," replied the marquis; "let us go."
Schwan was frightened when he heard of their intention, but the marquis
remained determined, and the two were soon on the road.
"If no accident happens," growled the host to himself, "the Cure is a
treacherous sheet of water; I wish they were already back again."