CHAPTER XL.
BEL-ESBAT.
It is needless to say that Ernanton, whom St. Maline thought ruined,was, on the contrary, pursuing the course of his unexpected andascending fortunes. He had, of course, gone first to the Hotel Guise.There, after having knocked at the great door and had it opened, he wasonly laughed at when he asked for an interview with the duchess. Then,as he insisted, they told him that he ought to know that her highnesslived at Soissons and not at Paris. Ernanton was prepared for thisreception, so it did not discourage him.
"I am grieved at her highness's absence," said he, "for I had acommunication of great importance to deliver to her from the Duc deMayenne."
"From the Duc de Mayenne! Who charged you to deliver it?"
"The duke himself."
"The duke! and where, pray? for he is not at Paris either!"
"I know that, as I met him on the road to Blois."
"On the road to Blois?" said the porter, a little more attentive.
"Yes, and he there charged me with a message for Madame de Montpensier."
"A message?"
"A letter."--"Where is it?"
"Here," said Ernanton, striking his doublet.
"Will you let me see it?"
"Willingly." And Ernanton drew out the letter.
"What singular ink!" said the man.
"It is blood," said Ernanton, calmly.
The porter grew pale at these words, and at the idea that this bloodbelonged to M. de Mayenne. At this time, when there was great dearth ofink and abundance of blood spilled, it was not uncommon for lovers towrite to their mistresses, or absent relations to their families, inthis liquid.
"Monsieur," said the servant, "I do not know if you will find Madame deMontpensier in Paris or its environs; but go to a house in the FaubourgSt. Antoine, called Bel-Esbat, which belongs to the duchesse; it is thefirst on the left hand going to Vincennes, after the convent of theJacobins. You will be sure to find some one there in the service of theduchesse sufficiently in her confidence to be able to tell you whereMadame la Duchesse is just now."
"Thank you," said Ernanton, who saw that the man either could or wouldsay no more.
He found Bel-Esbat easily, and without more inquiries, rang, and thedoor opened.
"Enter," said a man, who then seemed to wait for some password, but asErnanton did not give any, he asked him what he wanted.
"I wish to speak to Madame la Duchesse de Montpensier."
"And why do you come here for her?"
"Because the porter at the Hotel Guise sent me here."
"Madame la Duchesse is not here."
"That is unlucky, as it will prevent me from fulfilling the mission withwhich M. de Mayenne charged me."
"For Madame la Duchesse?"
"Yes."
"From M. le Duc de Mayenne?"
"Yes."
The valet reflected a moment. "Monsieur," said he, "I cannot answer;there is some one else whom I must consult. Please to wait."
"These people are well served," thought Ernanton. "Certainly, they mustbe dangerous people who think it necessary to hide themselves in thismanner. One cannot enter a house of the Guises as you can the Louvre. Ibegin to think that it is not the true king of France whom I serve."
He looked round him; the courtyard was deserted, but all the doors ofthe stables were open, as if they expected some troop to enter and takeup their quarters. He was interrupted by the return of the valet,followed by another.
"Leave me your horse, monsieur," said he, "and follow my comrade; youwill find some one who can answer you much better than I can."
Ernanton followed the valet, and was shown into a little room, where asimply though elegantly dressed lady was seated at an embroidery frame.
"Here is the gentleman from M. de Mayenne, madame," said the servant.
She turned, and Ernanton uttered a cry of surprise.
"You, madame!" cried he, recognizing at once his page and the lady ofthe litter.
"You!" cried the lady in her turn, letting her work drop, and looking atErnanton.
"Leave us," said she to the valet.
"You are of the household of Madame de Montpensier, madame?" saidErnanton.
"Yes; but you, monsieur, how do you bring here a message from the Duc deMayenne?"
"Through unforeseen circumstances, which it would take too long torepeat," replied Ernanton, cautiously.
"Oh! you are discreet, monsieur," said the lady, smiling.
"Yes, madame, whenever it is right to be so."
"But I see no occasion for your discretion here; for, if you reallybring a message from the person you say--Oh! do not look angry; if youreally do, I say, it interests me sufficiently that, in remembrance ofour acquaintance, short though it was, you should tell it to me."
The lady threw into these words all the caressing and seductive gracethat a pretty woman can.
"Madame," replied Ernanton, "you cannot make me tell what I do notknow."
"And still less what you will not tell."
"Madame, all my mission consists in delivering a letter to herhighness."
"Well, then, give me the letter," said the lady, holding out her hand.
"Madame, I believed I had had the honor of telling you that this letterwas addressed to the duchesse."
"But, as the duchesse is absent, and I represent her here, you may--"
"I cannot, madame."
"You distrust me, monsieur?"
"I ought to do so, madame; but," said the young man, with an expressionthere was no mistaking, "in spite of the mystery of your conduct, youhave inspired me, I confess, with very different sentiments."
"Really," said the lady, coloring a little under Ernanton's ardent gaze.
Ernanton bowed.
"Take care, monsieur," said she, laughing, "you are making a declarationof love."
"Yes, madame; I do not know if I may ever see you again, and theopportunity is too precious for me to let it slip."
"Then, monsieur, I understand."
"That I love you, madame; that is easy to understand."
"No, but how you came here."
"Ah, pardon, madame, but now it is I who do not understand."
"I think that, wishing to see me again, you invented a pretext to getin."
"I, madame! you judge me ill. I was ignorant if I should ever see youagain, and I hoped only from chance, which already had twice thrown mein your way; but invent a pretext I could never do. I am strange,perhaps; I do not think like all the world."
"Oh! you say you are in love, and you have scruples as to the manner ofintroducing yourself again to her you love. It is very fine, monsieur,but I partly guessed it."
"How, madame, if you please?"
"The other day you met me; I was in a litter, you recognized me, and youdid not follow me."
"Madame, you are confessing you paid some attention to me."
"And why not? Surely the way in which we first met justified my puttingmy head out of my litter to look after you when you passed. But yougalloped away, after uttering an 'Ah!' which made me tremble in mylitter."
"I was forced to go away, madame."
"By your scruples?"
"No, madame, by my duty."
"Well!" said the lady, laughing, "I see that you are a reasonable,circumspect lover, who, above all things, fears to compromise himself."
"If you had inspired me with certain fears, there would be nothingastonishing in it. Is it customary that a woman should dress as a man,force the barriers, and come to see an unfortunate wretch drawn topieces, using meanwhile all sorts of gesticulations perfectlyincomprehensible?"
The lady grew rather pale, although she tried to smile.
Ernanton went on. "Is it natural also that this lady, after this strangeannouncement, fearful of being arrested, should fly as though she were athief, although she is in the service of Madame de Montpensier, apowerful princess, although not much in favor at court?"
This time the lady smiled again, but ir
onically.
"You are not clear-sighted, monsieur, in spite of your pretension to bean observer: for, with a little sense, all that seems obscure to youwould have been explained. Was it not very natural that Madame deMontpensier should be interested in the fate of M. de Salcede, in whathe might be tempted to say, what true or false revelations he mightutter to compromise the house of Lorraine? And if that was natural,monsieur, was it not also so, that this princess should send some one,some safe, intimate friend, to be present at the execution, and bringher all the details? Well, monsieur, this person was I. Now, do youthink I could go in my woman's dress? Do you think I could remainindifferent to what was going on?"
"You are right, madame; and now I admire as much your logic and talentas I did before your beauty."
"Thank you, monsieur. And now that we know each other, and thateverything is explained, give me the letter, since it does exist."
"Impossible, madame."
The unknown seemed trying not to grow angry. "Impossible?" repeated she.
"Yes, impossible; for I swore to M. de Mayenne to deliver it only to theduchesse herself."
"Say, rather," cried the lady, giving way to her irritation, "that youhave no letter; that, in spite of your pretended scruples, it was a merepretext for getting in here; that you wished to see me again, and thatwas all. Well, monsieur, you are satisfied; not only you have effectedyour entrance, but you have seen me, and have told me you adore me."
"In that, as in all the rest, I have told you truth, madame."
"Well, so be it, you adore me; you wished to see me, and you have seenme. I have procured you a pleasure in return for a service. We arequits. Adieu!"
"I will obey you, madame; since you send me away, I will go."
"Yes," cried she, now really angry, "but if you know me, I do not knowyou. You have too much advantage over me. Ah! you think you can enter,on some pretext, into the house of a princess, and go away and say, 'Isucceeded in my perfidy.' Ah! monsieur, that is not the behavior of agallant man."
"It seems to me, madame, that you are very hard on what would have been,after all, only a trick of love, if it had not been, as I have alreadytold you, an affair of the greatest importance. I put aside all yourinjurious expressions, and I will forget all I might have said,affectionate or tender, since you are so badly disposed toward me. But Iwill not go out from here under the weight of your unworthy suspicions.I have a letter from the duke for Madame de Montpensier, and here it is;you can see the handwriting and the address."
Ernanton held out the letter to the lady, but without leaving go of it.
She cast her eyes on it, and cried, "His writing! Blood!"
Without replying, Ernanton put the letter back in his pocket, bowed low,and, very pale and bitterly hurt, turned to go. But she ran after him,and caught him by the skirt of his cloak.
"What is it, madame?" said he.
"For pity's sake, pardon me; has any accident happened to the duke?"
"You ask me to pardon you, only that you may read this letter, and Ihave already told you that no one shall read it but the duchesse."
"Ah! obstinate and stupid that you are," cried the duchess, with a furymingled with majesty; "do you not recognize me?--or rather, could younot divine that I was the mistress?--and are these the eyes of aservant? I am the Duchesse de Montpensier; give me the letter."
"You are the duchesse!" cried Ernanton, starting back.
"Yes, I am. Give it to me; I want to know what has happened to mybrother."
But instead of obeying, as the duchess expected, the young man,recovering from his first surprise, crossed his arms.
"How can I believe you, when you have already lied to me twice?"
The duchess's eyes shot forth fire at these words, but Ernanton stoodfirm.
"Ah! you doubt still--you want proofs!" cried she, tearing her laceruffles with rage.
"Yes, madame."
She darted toward the bell, and rang it furiously; a valet appeared.
"What does madame want?" said he.
She stamped her foot with rage. "Mayneville!" cried she, "I wantMayneville. Is he not here?"
"Yes, madame."
"Let him come here."
The valet went, and, a minute after, Mayneville entered.
"Did you send for me, madame?" said he.
"Madame! And since when am I simply madame?" cried she angrily.
"Your highness!" said Mayneville, in surprise.
"Good!" said Ernanton, "I have now a gentleman before me, and if he haslied, I shall know what to do."
"You believe then, at last?" said the duchess.
"Yes, madame, I believe, and here is the letter;" and, bowing, the youngman gave to Madame de Montpensier the letter so long disputed.
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