CHAPTER XXXVI

THE RENDEZVOUS

The morning arrived on which M. de Brévannes was to meet Madame de

Hansfeld in the Jardin des Plantes. He went there at eleven o'clock.

The perusal of the black book--this mysterious confidant of the most

intimate thoughts of Paula--had given Bertha's husband almost hopes: the

secrets he believed he had surprised were thus summed up:--

"Madame de Hansfeld reproached herself for not hating M. de Brévannes,

the murderer of Raphael, sufficiently."

"The prince made her so unhappy that she desired his death."

Iris had particularly desired M. de Brévannes not to give the princess

the slightest hint of his being in possession of her most secret

thoughts. This counsel served De Brévannes' plans too well for him not

to follow it scrupulously.

Madame de Hansfeld came to this interview with less feeling of security

than M. de Brévannes, whom she knew to be capable of spreading the most

unworthy calumnies; and the effect of these calumnies might be very

terrible, and reach De Morville.

Paula was thus under the necessity of proceeding very cautiously with a

man for whom she entertained profound aversion, and to display towards

him a feeling of kindness, in order to neutralise his slanders,

temporarily at least.

But Madame de Hansfeld did not for a moment deceive herself. From the

instant when De Brévannes should detect that he was trifled with, he

would avenge himself by calumny, and his vengeance might have the most

fatal effects on De Morville's love. The slightest suspicion might be

mortal for this ideal, disinterested, romantic affection, based on

reciprocal esteem and confidence.

Madame de Hansfeld went to the Jardin des Plantes, attended by Iris, in

spite of the horror with which the young girl's crimes had inspired her.

Under the circumstances she could not do without her.

Eleven o'clock struck when Paula and the Bohemian girl reached the

entrance of the labyrinth. It was cold, although the day was fine and

clear. In this season the visitors are very few, especially in this

part, and the two women reached the famous cedar without meeting any

one.

De Brévannes had been sitting beneath this immense tree for half an

hour, and rose when he saw Madame de Hansfeld, who had the utmost

difficulty to conceal her emotion when, after several years, she again

encountered a man whom she had so many reasons for detesting. Her heart

beat violently, and, in a low tone, she desired Iris to remain close

beside her.

De Brévannes, vain and proud, interpreted this emotion to his own

advantage. He gazed with ecstasy on the fine features of Paula, which

the cold had mottled with the brightest tints. Her exquisite figure was

displayed to the utmost advantage beneath a garnet-coloured velvet gown

trimmed with ermine.

Bertha's husband allowed himself to be led into the most foolish hopes

by reflecting that, by dint of persistance, he had obtained a rendezvous

with a woman who combined so many charms with so much dignity; so many

graces with an elevated position in society; which latter, in the eyes

of De Brévannes, was by no means the least of the princess's

attractions.

[Illustration 15: "Full of hope and love, M. de Brévannes

approached Paula."]

Full of hope and love, he approached Paula, saying, as he did so,

respectfully,--

"Madame, with what impatience I have awaited this moment--how deep is my

obligation for its concession--for such extreme kindness to me!"

"You know better than any one else, sir, by whom such a step is imposed

upon me," said Madame de Hansfeld, alluding to De Brévannes' threats.

"I understand you, madame," said De Brévannes; "but if you knew into

what a distracted state an ardent passion felt for many years can throw

you!--Oh! how often have I remembered with rapture the time when I saw

you every day--when, under the guise of the love I feigned for your

aunt----"

"Enough, sir, enough; you did not, unquestionably, request this

interview to talk to me of the past, and which for so many reasons you

ought to forget."

"Forget!--can I ever forget? This recollection has effaced every other

memory in my life."

"Deign to answer me, sir! When you persisted so obstinately in

requesting this interview, what was your object?"

"To tell you of my love, more intense than ever--to interest you--almost

in spite of yourself, in the torments I endure."

"Listen, M. de Brévannes," said Paula, with a chilling air. "Two years

since you told me of your love, and I did not believe you. The silence

you have since kept as to this pretended passion has proved to me that

your avowal was mere gallantry. When I was informed of your pertinacious

resolve to meet me here, I attributed it to quite a different motive

than that of alluding to a love which offends me, and but recalls

atrocious calumnies."

"Then I will not again speak of this love. I will content myself with

adoring you without saying a word, awaiting every thing from time. For

the proof of the sincerity of my feelings towards you, allow me only to

see you sometimes. I could have requested some mutual acquaintance to

have introduced me to you, but I preferred having your consent from your

own lips before I ventured on that step."

"I receive only a few persons who are very intimate with me," replied

Paula, formally. "M. de Hansfeld lives in solitude, and it is impossible

for me, particularly after your strange avowal, to change my habits in

any way."

De Brévannes could not repress a movement of vexation and anger, which

reminded Madame de Hansfeld that she must be cautious with him; and she

added, with a somewhat more friendly air,--

"Reflect, I beg of you, on all that occurred in Florence, and you must

then confess that it is impossible for me to receive you, even if I were

willing to do so."

These last words, only spoken by Madame de Hansfeld to soften the effect

of her refusal, appeared to De Brévannes very encouraging. He

recollected the confidences of the black book, and interpreted the

constrained coldness of the princess into the reserve and dissimulation

of a love which she would not then confess. He thought he ought to have

consideration for these scruples, relying that, after some further

scruples of ceremony, Paula would accord him opportunities of seeing

her. De Brévannes replied,--

"I dare not again entreat you, madame, to allow me to be formally

presented to you; yet, what unpleasant result could occur?--for, believe

me, that, far from abusing the favour, I would use it with the utmost

caution."

"I assure you, sir, that it is impossible under any pretext. What could

I say to M. de Hansfeld?"

"That I had had the honour of knowing you in Italy--and besides, a

married man," he added, with a smile, "never inspires distrust. I might,

even if it were only for form's sake, have the honour of bringing Madame

de Brévannes, although she is not worthy of occupying your attention

for a moment."

This request seemed to strike Paula very forcibly.

Knowing the prince was deeply enamoured of Bertha, she could not conceal

an ironical smile when she heard De Brévannes speak of presenting his

wife at the Hôtel Lambert.

A vague presentiment, which she could not account for, whispered her

that this circumstance would one day serve her hatred against De

Brévannes. She replied, with assumed embarrassment,--

"If it were possible, I should have the greatest pleasure in knowing

Madame de Brévannes, for I have many reasons to believe that you judge

her too severely. Thus, in case I could arrange to receive you, it would

be only--and I beg you to remark it--only for the sake of Madame de

Brévannes; and I say this most frankly to you, sir."

"It is always thus; women never have a more intimate friend than her

whose husband they are delighted to carry off. She has betrayed

herself," said De Brévannes to himself; and then he added aloud, "You

must see, madame, how happy I should be with any and every thing that

could make my friendship with you more intimate. Allow me, then, for the

love of Madame de Brévannes," he added with a fresh smile, "to present

her to you, only asking for myself the privilege of sometimes

accompanying her."

"It must be very seldom, sir, especially during the commencement of my

acquaintance with Madame de Brévannes," added Madame de Hansfeld, after

a brief pause.

"I do not desire to penetrate the motives which induce you to act thus,

madame, but I submit to them." And he thought to himself,--

"This is unquestionably a master-piece of skill. The prince is jealous,

and she is anxious in the first instance to remove her husband's

suspicion and acquire my wife's confidence."

"On these conditions," replied Madame de Hansfeld, casting down her

eyes, "I will allow of this introduction to Madame de Brévannes; but it

must be distinctly understood that you never again breathe to me one

word of a love as vain as it is wrong."

"I will request a modification of this clause, madame. I will undertake

to do every thing in the world to try and forget you: only, in order to

encourage and fortify myself in my good resolution, you will sometimes

permit me to come and tell you how far I have succeeded; and as,

according to your desires, I shall see you but very seldom at your own

abode, you will, perhaps, deign sometimes to accord me the privilege of

meeting you elsewhere."

"Sir!----"

"Only to hear me say to you that I am endeavouring to forget you. The

sacrifice I make is surely great enough to allow you to grant me this

compensation?"

"This is a singular way of forgetting people; but if you believe it will

have its effect, then, sir, some day I may again consent to see you."

"Ah! madame, what excessive goodness!"

"But mind, if I am not satisfied with the progress of your indifference,

you will not obtain a single interview from me."

"I feel confident that I may promise you, madame, that you shall have no

cause to regret the favour you grant me."

After a moment's silence, Paula replied,--

"You must think it very surprising, sir, after what formerly passed

between us----"

"Madame----"

"I will not add another word. One day you shall know the motive of my

conduct and my generosity; but it is growing late, and I must return

home. Tell me who is the person who will introduce Madame de Brévannes

to me?"

"Madame de Saint-Pierre, cousin to M. de Luceval: she has already

offered me her friendly services."

"Yes, I have frequently met her in society. Remember your promise, sir,

and I will assent to the request."

"And you leave me already? Oh! I had so much to say to you. One more

word--one more--I entreat of you."

"Impossible!--Iris, come."

The young girl followed her mistress, descending the steps of the

labyrinth, after having exchanged a meaning look with M. de Brévannes.

Bertha's husband was now a still greater dupe of Iris's stratagem with

respect to the black book, as, in consequence of the revelation of the

gipsy girl as to Raphael's infidelity, Paula had not testified the

horror she must have felt at the sight of the man who had slain her

betrothed lover.

This subject gave additional authority to the collection of Madame de

Hansfeld's private thoughts.

De Brévannes, as elated as overjoyed at the desire of Paula to form an

acquaintance with Bertha, believed himself the only and real motive for

seeking this introduction, which, no doubt, at a later period, would

assure and facilitate his daily intimacy with Paula.

Whilst awaiting with extreme and confident impatience the moment of

again inspecting, through the medium of the black book, the real

impression caused on the mind of Madame de Hansfeld, De Brévannes

returned home with a light and contented heart.

A short time previously Bertha had returned from her father's, dejected

and dispirited. She had seen De Hansfeld, no doubt for the last time,

and was thus compelled for ever to renounce the sweet and dear hopes in

which she had so fondly indulged.

Learning that his wife was at home, De Brévannes, on entering, went

straight to her apartment.

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