The faithful house-dog.
After supper they talked of Charlotte Corday.
Juliette clung to the vision of that heroine, and liked to talk of her.
She appeared as a justification of her own actions, which somehow seemed
to require justification.
She loved to hear Paul Déroulède talk; liked to provoke his enthusiasm
and to see his stern, dark face light up with the inward fire of the
enthusiast.
She had openly avowed herself as the daughter of the Duc de Marny. When
she actually named her father, and her brother killed in duel, she saw
Déroulède looking long and searchingly at her. Evidently he wondered if
she knew everything: but she returned his gaze fearlessly and frankly,
and he apparently was satisfied.
Madame Déroulède seemed to know nothing of the circumstances of that
duel. Déroulède tried to draw Juliette out, to make her speak of her
brother. She replied to his questions quite openly, but there was
nothing in what she said, suggestive of the fact that she knew who
killed her brother.
She wanted him to know who she was. If he feared an enemy in her, there
was yet time enough for him to close his doors against her.
But less than a minute later, he had renewed his warmest offers of
hospitality.
"Until we can arrange for your journey to England," he added with a
short sigh, as if reluctant to part from her.
To Juliette his attitude seemed one of complete indifference for the
wrong he had done to her and to her father: feeling that she was an
avenging spirit, with flaming sword in hand, pursuing her brother's
murderer like a relentless Nemesis, she would have preferred to see him
cowed before her, even afraid of her, though she was only a young and
delicate girl.
She did not understand that in the simplicity of his heart, he only
wished to make amends. The quarrel with the young Vicomte de Marny had
been forced upon him, the fight had been honourable and fair, and on his
side fought with every desire to spare the young man. He had merely been
the instrument of Fate, but he felt happy that Fate once more used him
as her tool, this time to save the sister.
Whilst Déroulède and Juliette talked together Anne Mie cleared the
supper-table, then came and sat on a low stool at madame's feet. She
took no part in the conversation, but every now and then Juliette felt
the girl's melancholy eyes fixed almost reproachfully upon her.
When Juliette had retired with Pétronelle, Déroulède took Anne Mie's
hand in his.
"You will be kind to my guest, Anne Mie, won't you? She seems very
lonely, and has gone through a great deal."
"Not more than I have," murmured the young girl involuntarily.
"You are not happy, Anne Mie? I thought ..."
"Is a wretched, deformed creature ever happy?" she said with sudden
vehemence, as tears of mortification rushed to her eyes, in spite of
herself.
"I did not think that you were wretched," he replied with some sadness,
"and neither in my eyes, nor in my mother's, are you in any way
deformed."
Her mood changed at once. She clung to him, pressing his hand between
her own.
"Forgive me! I--I don't know what's the matter with me to-night," she
said with a nervous little laugh. "Let me see, you asked me to be kind
to Mademoiselle Marny, did you not?"
He nodded with a smile.
"Of course I'll be kind to her. Isn't every one kind to one who is young
and beautiful, and has great, appealing eyes, and soft, curly hair? Ah
me! how easy is the path in life for some people! What do you want me to
do, Paul? Wait on her? Be her little maid? Soothe her nerves or what?
I'll do it all, though in her eyes I shall remain both wretched and
deformed, a creature to pity, the harmless, necessary house-dog ..."
She paused a moment: said "Good-night" to him, and turned to go, candle
in hand, looking pathetic and fragile, with that ugly contour of
shoulder, which Déroulède assured her he could not see.
The candle flickered in the draught, illumining the thin, pinched face,
the large melancholy eyes of the faithful house-dog.
"Who can watch and bite!" she said half-audibly as she slipped out of
the room. "For I do not trust you, my fine madam, and there was
something about that comedy this afternoon, which somehow, I don't quite
understand."