DOMESTIC SURGERY.
These were exciting times--no doubt of it--even to humdrum
provincials, remote from the madding crowd. The web on the muse's loom
grew so rapidly that the eye could not follow the shuttle. Were the
dogs of war to be unloosed upon the land? Was fair France to be
invaded and torn by the enemy from without as well as by one within?
On the 6th of July the Emperor of Austria appealed to the sovereigns
to unite for the delivery of Louis. On the 11th a formal demand was
made in the Constituant Assembly for his dethronement. His majesty's
brothers, after having solemnly sworn that they would not leave their
native soil, were gone; and the stream of emigration increased in
volume daily. The Minister of War announced that no less than nineteen
hundred officers had abandoned their regiments and fled. It was
decreed that the property of emigrants should be confiscated for the
public good. Meanwhile, the upheaval of the peasantry continued to be
intermittent. Sometimes they merely growled; sometimes they rushed
about like madmen, leaving, as locusts do, a trail of destruction in
their wake.
Then the question of money, or rather of no money, became a burning
one. In October there was a famine and a deadlock. Farmers refused to
take paper in payment for corn, and somehow there was naught else to
pay them with. The occupants of Lorge watched vigilantly, awaiting a
crisis which they could not but feel was imminent; and the two
conspirators considered their broken plans with the palpitating woe of
ants when somebody treads upon their hill. The abbe and the governess
consulted frequently, each assuming the ingenuousness of infancy,
whilst reconnoitring with wary eye the position of the other. Though
they made believe to sit in one boat and caulk it, the attention of
either was directed to a private craft (cunningly concealed from
sight) in which the other was to find no seat, and which must be
rendered taut and trim to face the coming storm.
A conviction that leaks were numerous, and that there was no time for
elaborate operations, oppressed them both; a prophetic instinct
whispered that such materials as were at hand must serve, or, when the
wind rose presently, their frail coracles would founder and go to the
bottom.
The Marquise de Gange was the pivot upon which the schemes of both
plotters turned--the listless lady who took no further interest in the
world's doings; who, excluded alike from family councils and domestic
interests, gave herself up to devotions and to almsgiving.
Time being just now so precious an article, it seemed to both schemers
that the victim had been brought into as auspicious a state for
operation as was likely to be attained without long waiting. It would,
in all probability, become necessary ere long to follow the stream of
emigration, and abandon France till the Saturnalia which convulsed the
motherland should have passed away. Now it was clear to Pharamond that
prudent persons are bound to prepare themselves for any fate. If
Gabrielle accepted his terms, as reflection would doubtless lead her
to do, it was obvious that he and she would, some of these days,
quietly elope, leaving the husband and his affinity to discover, too
late, with teeth-gnashing, that the golden goose was gone. An adroit
display of sympathy combined, perhaps, with a gentle and artistic
touch of coercion, would bring this about. When the moment for
departure came she would follow him, and from a safe point of vantage
overtures could be made to the marechal with regard to the question of
finance. Of course, after what she had suffered there, she would be
only too glad to turn her back upon the dismal chateau, which must be
as odious to her as to him. What happened to the besotted Clovis and
the impudent Aglae would concern neither any more.
Mademoiselle Brunelle, on the other hand, saw in Gabrielle's condition
of indifference the stony numbness of a despair which a trifling
amount of pressure would lead to the desired denouement. She would
find the hateful world too unbearable, and leave it. The obstacle
removed, Aglae resolved to work with cunning touch on the fears of the
timid widower. She would cause him to understand that jeremiads over
what was done were useless, or that, at any rate, they might with
propriety be postponed until his skin was safe beyond the frontier. It
is a first duty to look after one's skin. Gabrielle out of the way,
there was nothing to prevent her successor from taking possession of
Clovis with a strong hand, and carrying him off to join the other
nobles. This must be accomplished with despatch and secrecy and
diplomatic skill. An exactly propitious moment must be chosen. The
fate of the abbe and the chevalier, left behind, would concern in no
wise the future Marquise de Gange.
Many a clever criminal, when plaiting a rope for his deliverance will
leave a strand unsound, and break his leg in a ditch. The pride and
delicacy of the marquise had always shrunk from upbraiding Clovis with
ingratitude, or of using her wealth as a weapon of self-defence. With
misery comes indifference to pelf. What was money to her, save what
she needed for her poor? Since Clovis and the dear ones were complete
without her, and clearly did not want her, wherein would she be
bettered by twitching at the purse-strings? Hence, as the subject,
being rather unpleasant, was never broached, the governess had never
learned that the source of affluence was Gabrielle, and that if the
wife were, before the death of old de Breze, to sink into the grave,
the husband would lose all hope of himself fingering the revenues.
Seeing how urgent it was to hit upon a plan of action which should
avert impending chaos, both Pharamond and Aglae secretly and
independently resolved to seek a private interview with the marquise
which should further prepare the way to a desirable result from their
own point of view, or, if destiny proved kindly, clinch the matter of
the future.
The first in the field was Pharamond, who, suddenly solicitous for the
welfare of his sister-in-law, tapped at her boudoir door.
"My blessed Gabrielle!" he cried, archly shaking a finger. "You are
very very naughty, and I have come to scold you! At a time when we
ought all to hang together you avoid us as if we had the plague, and
shun the family councils. Do you not know what is happening; that we
are all tinkering with might and main to prepare our ark for the
Deluge? I am sure the Noah family must have been an united one, or
they would never have achieved the task of heralding all those beasts.
Just think what a genius for organization some of them must have had!
A pair of each after their kind! I declare that the beetles and flies
alone would have reduced me to a state of madness!"
Gabrielle had no smile now for the abbe's persiflage.
"You should know," she quietly observed, looking up from her book with
a serious wrapt expression which seemed as if reflected from beyond
the gates, "that the world and I have parted company. Grief is a slow
and painful death which absorbs our stock of endurance."
This was not quite the desirable frame of mind which Pharamond had
reckoned on. The screw had been turned too far and must be loosened.
"This mopish place affects your nerves, and no wonder," he said.
"Change of air and scene will set you up again."
She glanced at the abbe in quick surprise. "Change of air and scene!"
She feared lest he had come to demand her ultimatum.
"What would you say," he suggested, "to a tour in Switzerland, with
one who would make you happy?"
"No one will ever make me happy," she returned, composedly, "and yet I
have desired a change--should like to go away from here----"
"A la bonheur," muttered the abbe to himself.
"Where I contemplated going I might achieve content; but then, much as
I yearn for it, there are earth-born ties which detain me within these
walls, despite my judgment."
"A fig for such ties!" cried Pharamond with conviction. "Clovis has
behaved in a disgraceful way, and you will be fully justified in
considering him no more. Another woman occupies your place. Unless I
am mistaken one so proud as you would not deign to thrust her thence
by the moving of a finger. Clovis, by his own acts has placed himself
beyond the pale. He is out of court. The nobles are leaving France in
droves. Common prudence bids you follow."
"I never thought of leaving France," the marquise said, coldly.
"Does Clovis want to go? I have more than once contemplated asking him
to permit me to retire to a convent. I know too well," she added,
wearily, "that he would not be sorry to be relieved of my presence.
But I have not the strength to bid farewell to the children. Though
they have been alienated from me by base arts, they have all my
single-minded love, and it is my duty to watch over their well-being."
A convent! Pshaw! How many babble of the cloistered life, chilled by
dreariness and disappointment! The poor thing was very lonely--ripe
for judicious comforting.
"Their governess is devoted to the little ones and loves them," mused
Gabrielle, sadly sighing. "Were I not assured of that I should do
something desperate. It would be too much--I could not bear it!"
"Excuse my disrespectful merriment," laughed Pharamond, "but your
project is too funny. What! A convent! A mouse trap! My dear, you need
rousing to revive your mental tone, which has dropped too low. A
commingling of new pleasures and fresh interests is vastly beneficial.
In your despondent state you would, within the living tomb of the
cloister, become in a month a hysterical _convulsionaire_--fit subject
for Mesmer's tub! No, no, The world shall not lose its fairest
ornament, hidden away out of reach too long. I am here now as your
true friend to administer timely counsel. Residence in France is, for
the time being, fraught with peril. I propose to escort you to a place
of security where you will be free from molestation. There will be no
one to worry or torment you as those two have done. Your father
learning that you have been induced to fly from an impossible
existence, will doubtless join us, and I pledge my honour that the
little ones shall follow."
Gabrielle had been listening drearily, her head supported on her hand,
as one listens to a tale too often told. But at mention of the
children she started, and the abbe flattered himself that he had hit
the bull's-eye. How to secure the infants he had not considered, but
if their presence was essential as a tempting bait, why, they could
easily be kidnapped.
"You see, dear Gabrielle," the abbe whispered drawing his chair close
and laying a persuasive hand upon her arm, "that I have thought of
everything. We will make for Switzerland, where you and I and the
angels will dwell in paradise. The marechal is not strait-laced,
heaven save the mark, how should he be? and seeing you quite happy,
will be satisfied. You are too mopish to act for yourself. Say the
delicious word and I will see it all settled in a twinkling."
He awaited a reply, but it came not. The marquise, engrossed in his
word-picture, was gently smiling. She was out of sorts--too much
depressed for decision. This was the instant for a tiny twist of the
screw, like a microscopic prick from a spur.
"I see that you have reflected, and that you have made the best
selection. That is well. You recall my words before I went away? I
meant them then, and mean them still. My will is iron, Gabrielle. A
resolve once taken hardens into adamant. Mine you are to be, and mine
you will be; so further struggling is useless."
Still no answer; yet she had had time enough in all conscience to see
that there was no escape. The abbe, quite certain of his prey, edged
nearer yet till he could inhale the perfume on her hair.
"It is indeed I, and no other, who am to teach you love, my
Gabrielle," he whispered tenderly. "It is written! Mine too shall be
the privilege to return the children to your keeping. You bear me no
malice in that I parted you from them for awhile? You know right well
that what I have done I can undo. Ha! Your bosom heaves! You yield at
last! Was ever woman so strangely wooed----and won!"
It was a favourite theory of the abbe's (which, like many plausible
theories, had a crack in it) that in a tussle of two, the weaker must
inevitably go under. A female heart, he argued, must perforce be
flattered when it finds its citadel besieged with unflagging
perseverance. The abbe was radiant, for he had no doubt that his sharp
attack must tell on ramparts undermined by prolonged strategy, and
that he would reap the reward of his efforts.
Gabrielle rose slowly from her seat, with flushed cheeks and eyes that
sparkled; but not to fall into his outstretched and expectant arms.
"Abbe," she said, clasping her bosom with her hands, "you admit that
it was you who parted us. What your ingenious cruelty will invent next
I dread to think. You did well to name my dear ones. But for them you
might have had your way, perhaps, since I care not what becomes of me.
You would persuade me to fly with you, and hold them out as a lure? A
grievous error, abbe; they are my buckler! They will grow up, a
blooming youth and maiden, will learn by degrees to gauge this sordid
world. What would their opinion be, think you, of a mother who
abandoned her home and her honour to gratify a son of the Church?"
The beacon of green-gray light, which the chevalier knew so well,
shone out for an instant and was gone. It began to strike the abbe,
with a surge of impotent rage, that he might have been wrong in his
calculations; that some long-suffering and apparently defenceless
women possess an occult strength against which a will of tempered
steel may beat in vain; and a suspicion of defeat at the moment of
expected victory sent a fume of wrath into his brain that made him
dizzy.
"Take care!" he muttered, hoarsely. "That I have already done is
nothing! I have wooed you long, and in the end you shall give way--I
swear it!"
"Wickedness and conceit disturb your reason," Gabrielle replied, with
a calm which increased his fury. "The crafty and unscrupulous often
over-reach themselves. Therein lies the salvation of those who have
naught but innocence for armour."
She looked him in the face with such steady scorn, that his shifty
eyes lowered before hers. It came upon Pharamond with a shock, that
she whom he had thought to dominate by a skilful mixture of the bitter
and the sweet was not the least afraid of him, although she realised
too well that to gratify his passions he would stick at nothing. One
by one he had cut off from her the joys of life, and the slow cruel
process had turned his sword edge. He was nettled and humiliated by
the conviction that his boasted knowledge of the feminine organism was
moonshine, and that the error into which he had fallen--and which must
lie at his own door--was possibly irremediable. To be baffled now,
when he had deemed all secure; to be shown with withering contempt,
that he would never have his way! It was too late to turn a new leaf
and commence again at the beginning. And the immediate future so
ominously dark! A resistance so cool and deliberate and unexpected,
shivered his plans at a blow. Well. Baffled he might be, but she
should rue the day. If in the duel, she was to prove victorious, with
a bitterness as of gall would he execrate this woman! Is it possible
to love and hate at the same time? As Pharamond glanced at the tall
figure and defiant bearing of the marquise, his desire for her tingled
along each nerve, and yet he hated her for that mien of stubborn
scorn. She should rue that day--oh, yes, she should rue it! Some
excruciatingly ingenious retaliation should be devised. The proud
beauty should be whipped till each limb quivered. She had confessed to
apprehension of his inventive powers; she should feel their effect,
and speedily.
Gabrielle was able apparently to read his white and vindictive visage.
Without blenching, she observed, mournfully, "I spoke at random, when
I said I dreaded you; what is there left for me to dread? I have
passed along the stony path of the black valley of the shadow, and,
thanks to you, nothing can affect me now. I defy you to do your worst.
Having bereft me of children and husband, what is there left for me to
bear? Whatever you may devise, I shall thank heaven for the burthen as
a merciful atonement for my sin."
"You scoff at my love and brave my hate!" returned the abbe, striving
hard to control his voice. "You have finally refused the one, and for
the first time shall know the other."
"I despise both. To me you are more vile a reptile than the bloated
hideous toad from which by instinct we recoil. Your poisonous breath
infects the air; your vampire face insults God's image. In place of
the abject thing which you call love, and which I rightly spurned, you
offer hate? So much the better. As the more honest I accept it."
"You have spoken your own sentence. A day will come when you shall sue
for mercy and find none!"
"Never! Go!"
With a frown and a superb motion of her matchless arm, Gabrielle
pointed at the door. In the excitement of indignation and defiance,
the marquise was more beautiful than ever. Pharamond fairly writhed in
his desire and his rage. She should be his--by force, if need be; but
his--his! And after that, to revenge this scorn, he would fling her in
the gutter to rot there! Stung to the quick--torn by ravening
passions, evil both--the abbe bowed mechanically, and, scowling, left
the room.
If he had seen how swiftly she collapsed when the door closed, he
might have hoped again, for she was a fragile creature, borne up by
pride and a pure love that was beyond his sordid ken.
"What will he do? What will he do?" she moaned, trembling, as she
crouched down upon a seat. "What hideous form will his revenge take?
Shall I implore the protection of my husband?"
And then she reflected moodily about that said husband, as she
had at last learned to know him. Selfish and self-indulgent to the
core--heartless, too, or he could not survey his wife's sufferings
with such perfect equanimity. True, he knew little about her, and
troubled less. If he had not again dismissed her from his mind he
could not but perceive her suffering. He was infatuated by that
dreadful woman, and further beguiled astray by his insidious brother.
No help was to be expected from him, or, indeed, from any one. She had
boldly defied the abbe. Would she be given strength to fight? Alas,
alas! Did she not know too well that she was not made for fighting?
Where, then, to look for assistance? Rising, she slowly paced the
room, and thought Heaven was cruel. Why not have let her die? Sure
'tis a venial sin to put off what one cannot bear? We can feel for
ourselves with the instinct with which we are endowed, that the
burthen is too great. Heaven is busy with other things--too
indifferent to know or care what we poor pigmies feel. She paused in
her walk before a mirror and shook her head at the pale and drawn
reflexion. "Oh! fatal gift of beauty," she murmured, "which men
pretend to worship, swearing that 'tis a glimpse of paradise. It is a
devil's gift; for its province is to stir the foulest lees of the base
human soul and set them festering."
What was she to do--what to expect? Perhaps he had already invented
and set going some new plan to torture her. Would she have done
better, being but a helpless, tempest-tossed sport of destiny, to have
surrendered, pleading her weakness and his strength? Had he not
touched on the cherubs, she might have given way for very weariness;
but they, as she had declared, were her buckler. They wist not of her,
nor cared, being transferred to other hands, and yet they stood 'twixt
her and the precipice. Then she fell a thinking of Victor and pretty
Camille. When they grew up they would seek their mother. Would they
not? If not, why live? Better--better far--to die. Yes: Heaven had
been cruel--very, very cruel!
Suspecting nothing of the abbe's move, Mademoiselle Brunelle resolved
on that very self-same morning to operate on her own account. She made
her way boldly to the boudoir, and without knocking, entered.
Gabrielle started, and dried her eyes. The woman dared to invade her
sanctuary. For what purpose? In her highly-strung condition of
despairing nervousness, it seemed to Gabrielle that the governess
looked as wicked and as menacing as the abbe.
In truth there was a sour curl about her lips that was not becoming.
The marquise, as white as a sheet, in tears? Crying her eyes out in
solitude--the whining idiot! That so weak and contemptible an obstacle
should be allowed to stand between herself and her ambition was
preposterous. Well, the victim should be given the wrench which should
impel her to retire from the scene.
"I want to talk to you about affairs," Aglae began. "Since you do not
ask me to sit, I will choose a chair myself."
So saying, she subsided into the most inviting fauteuil and assumed a
pose of studied insolence.
"I congratulate madame on her humility," observed the governess, in
her rolling bass, with a condescending headshake. "The Christian
virtues are rare, alas, just now in persons of your birth and
breeding."
"To what do I owe this visit?" demanded the marquise, stretching her
hand towards the bell-rope.
"Do not ring; you will regret it," returned the other. "For all our
sakes, I would not have you despised by the domestics, if I can help
it. You are so apathetic to the stirring history which is being made
under your very nose that I am compelled to enlighten your lamentably
darkened mind. It is quite on the cards that we may find it convenient
to leave Lorge until the storm that threatens is past. By the dear
marquis's wish I and the sweet children will accompany him into
temporary banishment, and it becomes necessary to know what madame
will do in that contingency. Of course she is a free agent to go
where she pleases, and the marquis is too good and generous not
to see that she is well provided for. It is best for madame to
know that her presence with us would, for various reasons, be
inconvenient--calculated, indeed, to produce scandal, which, for the
sake of monsieur and the little ones, madame will desire to avoid."
What snake was there rustling beneath the leaves?
"Is this an ambassage from the Marquis de Gange?" enquired Gabrielle.
"His interests and mine have become identical," drawled mademoiselle,
"as madame is no doubt aware, and when I speak it is for both."
"I will go to him myself!" exclaimed the outraged marquise with
trembling lips, "He should know that betwixt himself and his wife no
ambassador is needed."
Aglae raised her bushy brows and critically contemplating the aspen
figure before her, laughed.
"How lamentable that madame should take no interest in what is
passing," she exclaimed. "She knows so little of her husband as to be
unaware that he has gone to Blois on business and will not return
until to-morrow."
Could Clovis really have been base enough to confide such a mission as
this to the governess, running off meanwhile himself like a coward?
Was he bent on withering every leaf of her true love that still
struggled for existence? She could scarce believe it even now.
"Madame had better listen and be calm," suggested Aglae. "It is always
better to be calm."
"Wherever they may go, my place is with my husband and my children,"
the marquise replied with dignity.
"Cannot madame perceive a troublesome _nuance_, which, in another
place, might make her position uncomfortable?"
"Enough of this impertinence," returned the other, sternly. "You
forget that you are my servant, to be dismissed at pleasure. Speak
plainly and briefly, or I will have you ejected by the valets."
"Impertinent, am I?" cried mademoiselle, losing her temper. "Since you
wish it, I will speak plainly. Here, within these gaunt grey walls,
what passes within concerns nobody without; but if we should have to
fly--which may or may not prove expedient--we shall be dwelling in a
public place, where others will criticise our acts. It will be said
that the Marquise de Gange is a mean-spirited creature to eat her
bread on sufferance at the table of a man who hates her, and of his
mistress who treats her with contumely. That is what will be said of
the pretty, empty-headed doll who was too stupid to hold her place as
the reigning belle of Paris. They will also say that she is bad, as
well as mean, to have abandoned her own offspring to the mistress to
mould according to her fancy. Madame will probably now perceive that
her presence with us anywhere except in the privacy of Lorge, will be
an abiding source of scandal."
His mistress! The brazen wretch!--confessed--nay, gloried--in her
shame; and the unhappy wife had striven so hard to believe that there
was nothing but _camaraderie_ between them.
"You wicked, wicked woman!" Gabrielle gasped, choking. "I have never
wittingly done you aught but kindness. You are a fiend."
"A fiend!" echoed Aglae, amused, stretching herself luxuriously with
loose limbs as the tigress does, while she proceeded.
"Every female envelope contains an angel and a devil combating; which
gains the mastery depends upon the men, who, I regret to say, are
usually guided by the lowest motives. That is an elementary lesson
which I think I shall teach Camille. I shall teach the darling many
curious things before I've done with her."
A hit--a palpable hit, which went straight to the quivering goal. It
was a fact that the future of the dear ones was in this monster's
keeping. She was as evil as the abbe. If it suited her she would not
scruple to sow in their white souls the seeds of vice. How appalling!
Forgetful always of herself, the mother had striven to be comforted
with the assurance that though she was thrust forth from Eden, those
she adored were well guarded. The woman's conduct, as far as concerned
the children, had been irreproachable: she had treated them with
affection; but knowing her now as she really was, Gabrielle could see
with a thrill of dismay that she was unencumbered by such scruples as
keep ordinary mortals in check; was governed by expediency alone.
The marquise sat for awhile without movement, but her rival was not
slow to mark with satisfaction the exceeding pallor of her lips and
the horror in her distended eyes. That the sword-thrust had pierced
too deep escaped her ken: she failed to see that the whole being of
the victim had undergone so violent a convulsion as to produce quite a
different result from that which she expected. The courage she lacked
for her own succour could be aroused in behalf of others, whom she
loved better than herself. It was as by a miracle a naked and
defenceless combatant were of a sudden sheathed in armour.
Aglae sat waiting, fully aware that having made an effective point,
you should allow it to take effect. She waited, and beguiled the time
by considering what she would do when married. It would be pleasant to
play chatelaine for a month or so each year, even at gloomy Lorge, so
soon as the country should be quieted. The puling thing on the sofa
yonder was stricken under the fifth rib, would totter into a thicket
presently and perish, as was intended. What a cleverly imagined stroke
it had been to hint at the depraving of the prodigies--a stroke as of
a sledgehammer, to batter in the apology for brains vouchsafed to such
despicable objects.
Gabrielle remained so long in apparent torpor, while the Medusan
horror on her face permanently hardened there, that the enemy waxed
impatient. It is indecent for the stricken stag to lie down where
shot. Decorum bids him conceal himself in the bracken--make a move of
some sort to veil his agonies. Gabrielle being too crushed to make a
motion must be stirred up with an eleemosynary stab.
"We will come to an arrangement," mademoiselle suggested cheerfully,
"without troubling our dear marquis on the subject. Go away
somewhere--to some nice place which we will engage never to visit, and
I will promise never to teach anything naughty either to Victor or
Camille. Refuse, and--well--h-m!"
"Oh! the wicked, wicked woman!" the marquise ejaculated, inwardly.
"There must be a hell somewhere for the punishing of such villanous
dastards." But in her new-born strength, the possession of which was
unaccountable and amazing, she found herself enabled to smile sadly,
and remark, without a tremor in her voice, "You will leave me now, if
you please, and give me time to think."
That was reasonable, and desirable to boot. The more she thought, the
better would she comprehend that she was hemmed in, undone; that a
certain wherry was swinging on the tide, under which was a soft bed
preparing.
"By all means," returned the enemy, with bonhomie. "Take time, my
dear; but you must not be too long deciding. A little friendly counsel
before I go: when _our_ Clovis comes back to-morrow--for, oddly
enough, he is for the present _ours_--better say nothing, you have
disgusted him enough already."
With that she waved a light adieu, and ere long her bass voice was to
be heard in the corridor, accompanying the joyous treble of her
shouting charges engaged in a game of romps.
What a day's experience--a day to sear the brain and blanch the hair
with silver. Gabrielle, her hands tight clasped behind her back,
strode up and down the long saloon deeply immersed in thought, quite
calm and self-possessed. The time for impulsive moaning and mad frenzy
was gone by. Drowsy reason stood upright and alert upon her throne. At
any cost of pain to herself or others duty must be done--the little
ones rescued from the ogress. Even the dear father must for their
sakes bear his share of the burthen. It was decreed. He must learn the
truth, which she had hoped would lie buried in her grave. Victor,
Camille; their blythe merriment in the corridor was an eloquent
sermon. Up to now--all thanks to Heaven for it--they were unsmirched
by aught of evil, their sky sunny and unclouded. Instinct told their
mother that the ogress, by some paradox, was capable of some measure
of wholesome affection, and would do them no injury unless it were
necessary to strike through them at her. The new fledged diplomate
must temporize--gain time. A power of dissimulation, to which hitherto
she had been a stranger, was developing itself in Gabrielle. The dear
father--he would be terribly concerned--would arrive posthaste, wreak
vengeance on those who had so nearly slain his child, bear away her
and his grandchildren to safety.
Gabrielle locked herself in her bedroom, and wrote with feverish
energy. The pen flew over the sheets and covered them with close
writing that told a piteous tale. Toinon, who knew that in the absence
of my lord, both abbe and governess had been persecuting her mistress,
tried the door once or twice, and, receiving no response to her
knocks, grew so seriously alarmed, that she dashed off in search of
Jean Boulot, dreading some new catastrophe. Just as the latter
appeared with a hatchet in his grasp, and anxious lines upon his brow,
the door opened, and the chatelaine herself stood on the threshold
holding a letter.
She was flushed with fever, but quite self-possessed. With a strange
smile she beckoned them both in, and again turned the key in the lock.
"Something has happened, dear good friends, whom I can trust," she
explained, rapidly. "Something so terrible, that I cannot tell it you.
I am still scared and horrified, but Heaven permits me to retain my
senses. Jean, for love of me and mine, you will saddle your horse and
ride leisurely to Onzain, as though bent on ordinary business; and
there engage with the Maitre de Poste to send this letter by special
courier. He must take no rest till he reaches Paris. Two precious
souls--three--depend on punctual obedience. I may trust you, Jean? Let
none suspect your mission."
Honest Jean sank on one knee and pressed the hot hand of the
chatelaine to his lips with reverence. "My life is madame's," he said
simply, and went.
"Embrace me, my Toinon," Gabrielle cried, falling on the neck of her
foster-sister in a paroxysm of hysterical weeping. "I have been for
years in a foolish day-dream. I am awake now to sleep no more."
Toinon was mystified, but could gather that the terrible emotion of
the marquise relieved her pent feelings, and was as salutary as timely
bleeding to the apoplectic. After a brief space she grew better, and
could smile like a ghost of her old self. The die was cast. She would
be relieved of nightmare. Her affection for her husband was burned
quite away, and, as its ashes paled, her love for the little ones shot
up the purer.