Chapter XXII

RAPTURE

Down the screw-stair I went in utter darkness; and having reached the

stone floor I discerned the door and groped out the key-hole. With more

caution, and less noise than upon the night before, I opened the door

and stepped out into the thick brushwood. It was almost as dark in this

jungle.

Having secured the door I slowly pushed my way through the bushes, which

soon became less dense. Then, with more case, but still under thick

cover, I pursued in the track of the wood, keeping near its edge.

At length, in the darkened air, about fifty yards away, the shafts of

the marble temple rose like phantoms before me, seen through the trunks

of the old trees. Everything favored my enterprise. I had effectually

mystified my servant and the people of the Dragon Volant, and so dark

was the night, that even had I alarmed the suspicions of all the tenants

of the inn, I might safely defy their united curiosity, though posted at

every window of the house.

Through the trunks, over the roots of the old trees, I reached the

appointed place of observation. I laid my treasure in its leathern case

in the embrasure, and leaning my arms upon it, looked steadily in the

direction of the château. The outline of the building was scarcely

discernible, blending dimly, as it did, with the sky. No light in any

window was visible. I was plainly to wait; but for how long?

Leaning on my box of treasure, gazing toward the massive shadow that

represented the château, in the midst of my ardent and elated longings,

there came upon me an odd thought, which you will think might well have

struck me long before. It seemed on a sudden, as it came, that the

darkness deepened, and a chill stole into the air around me.

Suppose I were to disappear finally, like those other men whose stories

I had listened to! Had I not been at all the pains that mortal could to

obliterate every trace of my real proceedings, and to mislead everyone

to whom I spoke as to the direction in which I had gone?

This icy, snake-like thought stole through my mind, and was gone.

It was with me the full-blooded season of youth, conscious strength,

rashness, passion, pursuit, the adventure! Here were a pair of

double-barreled pistols, four lives in my hands? What could possibly

happen? The Count--except for the sake of my dulcinea, what was it to me

whether the old coward whom I had seen, in an ague of terror before the

brawling Colonel, interposed or not? I was assuming the worst that could

happen. But with an ally so clever and courageous as my beautiful

Countess, could any such misadventure befall? Bah! I laughed at all such

fancies.

As I thus communed with myself, the signal light sprang up. The

rose-colored light, _couleur de rose_, emblem of sanguine hope and

the dawn of a happy day.

Clear, soft, and steady, glowed the light from the window. The stone

shafts showed black against it. Murmuring words of passionate love as I

gazed upon the signal, I grasped my strong box under my arm, and with

rapid strides approached the Château de la Carque. No sign of light or

life, no human voice, no tread of foot, no bark of dog indicated a

chance of interruption. A blind was down; and as I came close to the

tall window, I found that half-a-dozen steps led up to it, and that a

large lattice, answering for a door, lay open.

A shadow from within fell upon the blind; it was drawn aside, and as I

ascended the steps, a soft voice murmured--"Richard, dearest Richard,

come, oh! come! how I have longed for this moment!"

Never did she look so beautiful. My love rose to passionate enthusiasm.

I only wished there were some real danger in the adventure worthy of

such a creature. When the first tumultuous greeting was over, she made

me sit beside her on a sofa. There we talked for a minute or two. She

told me that the Count had gone, and was by that time more than a mile

on his way, with the funeral, to Père la Chaise. Here were her diamonds.

She exhibited, hastily, an open casket containing a profusion of the

largest brilliants.

"What is this?" she asked.

"A box containing money to the amount of thirty thousand pounds," I

answered.

"What! all that money?" she exclaimed.

"Every _sou_."

"Was it not unnecessary to bring so much, seeing all these?" she said,

touching her diamonds. "It would have been kind of you to allow me to

provide for both, for a time at least. It would have made me happier

even than I am."

"Dearest, generous angel!" Such was my extravagant declamation. "You

forget that it may be necessary, for a long time, to observe silence as

to where we are, and impossible to communicate safely with anyone."

"You have then here this great sum--are you certain; have you counted

it?"

"Yes, certainly; I received it today," I answered, perhaps showing a

little surprise in my face. "I counted it, of course, on drawing it from

my bankers."

"It makes me feel a little nervous, traveling with so much money; but

these jewels make as great a danger; that can add but little to it.

Place them side by side; you shall take off your greatcoat when we are

ready to go, and with it manage to conceal these boxes. I should not

like the drivers to suspect that we were conveying such a treasure. I

must ask you now to close the curtains of that window, and bar the

shutters."

I had hardly done this when a knock was heard at the room door.

"I know who this is," she said, in a whisper to me.

I saw that she was not alarmed. She went softly to the door, and a

whispered conversation for a minute followed.

"My trusty maid, who is coming with us. She says we cannot safely go

sooner than ten minutes. She is bringing some coffee to the next room."

She opened the door and looked in.

"I must tell her not to take too much luggage. She is so odd! Don't

follow--stay where you are--it is better that she should not see you."

She left the room with a gesture of caution.

A change had come over the manner of this beautiful woman. For the last

few minutes a shadow had been stealing over her, an air of abstraction,

a look bordering on suspicion. Why was she pale? Why had there come that

dark look in her eyes? Why had her very voice become changed? Had

anything gone suddenly wrong? Did some danger threaten?

This doubt, however, speedily quieted itself. If there had been anything

of the kind, she would, of course, have told me. It was only natural

that, as the crisis approached, she should become more and more nervous.

She did not return quite so soon as I had expected. To a man in my

situation absolute quietude is next to impossible. I moved restlessly

about the room. It was a small one. There was a door at the other end. I

opened it, rashly enough. I listened, it was perfectly silent. I was in

an excited, eager state, and every faculty engrossed about what was

coming, and in so far detached from the immediate present. I can't

account, in any other way, for my having done so many foolish things

that night, for I was, naturally, by no means deficient in cunning.

About the most stupid of those was, that instead of immediately closing

that door, which I never ought to have opened, I actually took a candle

and walked into the room.

There I made, quite unexpectedly, a rather startling discovery.

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