Les Quarante-cinq. English
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CHAPTER LV.
RED PLUME AND WHITE PLUME.
It was eight in the evening, and the house of Robert Briquet, solitaryand sad-looking, formed a worthy companion to that mysterious house ofwhich we have already spoken to our readers. One might have thought thatthese two houses were yawning in each other's face. Not far from therethe noise of brass was heard, mingled with confused voices, vaguemurmurs, and squeaks.
It was probably this noise that attracted a young and handsome cavalier,with a violet cap, red plume, and gray mantle, who, after stopping forsome minutes to hear this noise, went on slowly and pensively toward thehouse of Robert Briquet. Now this noise of brass was that of saucepans;these vague murmurs, those of pots boiling on fires and spits turned bydogs; those cries, those of M. Fournichon, host of the "BraveChevalier," and of Madame Fournichon, who was preparing her rooms. Whenthe young man with the violet hat had well looked at the fire, inhaledthe smell of the fowls, and peeped through the curtains, he went away,then returned to recommence his examinations. He continued to walk upand down, but never passed Robert Briquet's house, which seemed to bethe limit of his walk. Each time that he arrived at this limit he foundthere, like a sentinel, a young man about his own age, with a black cap,a white plume, and a violet cloak, who, with frowning brow and his handon his sword, seemed to say, "Thou shalt go no further." But the othertook twenty turns without observing this, so preoccupied was he.Certainly he saw a man walking up and down like himself: but, as he wastoo well dressed to be a robber, he never thought of disquieting himselfabout him. But the other, on the contrary, looked more and more black ateach return of the red plume, till at last it attracted his attention,and he began to think that his presence there must be annoying to theother; and wondering for what reason, he looked first at Briquet'shouse, then at the one opposite, and seeing nothing, turned round andrecommenced his walk from west to east. This continued for about fiveminutes, until, as they once again came face to face, the young man inthe white plume walked straight up against the other, who, takenunawares, with difficulty saved himself from falling.
"Monsieur," cried he, "are you mad, or do you mean to insult me?"
"Monsieur, I wish to make you understand that you annoy me much. Itseems to me that you might have seen that without my telling you."
"Not at all, monsieur; I never see what I do not wish to see."
"There are, however, certain things which would attract your attention,I hope, if they shone before your eyes;" and he drew his sword as hespoke, which glittered in the moonlight.
The red plume said quietly, "One would think, monsieur, that you hadnever drawn a sword before, you are in such a hurry to attack one whodoes not attack you."
"But who will defend himself, I hope."
"Why so?" replied the other smiling. "And what right have you to preventme from walking in the street?"
"Why do you walk in this street?"
"Parbleu! because it pleases me."
"Ah! it pleases you."
"Doubtless; are you not also walking here? Have you a license from theking to keep to yourself the Rue de Bussy?"
"What is that to you?"
"A great deal, for I am a faithful subject of the king's, and would notdisobey him."
"Ah! you laugh!"
"And you threaten."
"Heaven and earth! I tell you, you annoy me, monsieur, and that if youdo not go away willingly I will make you."
"Oh! oh! we shall see that."
"Yes, we shall see."
"Monsieur, I have particular business here. Now, if you will have it, Iwill cross swords with you, but I will not go away."
"Monsieur, I am Comte Henri du Bouchage, brother of the Duc de Joyeuse.Once more, will you yield me the place, and go away?"
"Monsieur," replied the other, "I am the Vicomte Ernanton de Carmainges.You do not annoy me at all, and I do not ask you to go away."
Du Bouchage reflected a moment, and then put his sword back in itssheath.
"Excuse me, monsieur," said he; "I am half mad, being in love."
"And I also am in love, but I do not think myself mad for that."
Henri grew pale.
"You are in love!" said he.
"Yes, monsieur."
"And you confess it?"
"Is it a crime?"
"But with some one in this street?"
"Yes, for the present."
"In Heaven's name tell me who it is!"
"Ah! M. du Bouchage, you have not reflected on what you are asking me;you know a gentleman cannot reveal a secret, of which only half belongsto him."
"It is true; pardon, M. de Carmainges; but, in truth, there is no one sounhappy as I am under heaven."
There was so much real grief and eloquent despair in these words, thatErnanton was profoundly touched.
"Oh! mon Dieu! I understand," said he; "you fear that we are rivals."
"I do."
"Well; monsieur, I will be frank."
Joyeuse grew pale again.
"I," continued Ernanton, "have a rendezvous."
"A rendezvous?"
"Yes."
"In this street?"
"Yes."
"Written?"
"Yes; in very good writing."
"A woman's?"
"No; a man's."
"What do you mean?"
"What I say. I have an invitation to a rendezvous with a woman, writtenby a man; it seems she has a secretary."
"Ah! go on, monsieur."
"I cannot refuse you, monsieur. I will tell you the tenor of the note."
"I listen."
"You will see if it is like yours."
"Oh! monsieur, I have no rendezvous--no note."
Ernanton then drew out a little paper. "Here is the note, monsieur,"said he; "it would be difficult to read it to you by this obscure light:but it is short, and I know it by heart, if you will trust to me."
"Oh! entirely."
"This is it, then: 'M. Ernanton, my secretary is charged by me to tellyou that I have a great desire to talk with you for an hour; your merithas touched me.' I pass over another phrase still more flattering."
"Then you are waited for?"
"No; I wait, as you see."
"Are they to open the door to you?"
"No; to whistle three times from the window."
Henri, trembling all over, placed one hand on Ernanton's arm and withthe other pointed to the opposite house.
"From there?" said he.
"Oh! no; from there," said Ernanton, pointing to the "Brave Chevalier."
Henri uttered a cry of joy. "Oh! a thousand thanks, monsieur," said he;"pardon my incivility--my folly. Alas! you know, for a man who reallyloves, there exists but one woman, and, seeing you always return to thishouse, I believed that it was here you were waited for."
"I have nothing to pardon, monsieur; for really I half-thought you hadcome on the same errand as myself."
"And you had the incredible patience to say nothing! Ah! you do notlove, you do not love."
"Ma foi! I have no great rights as yet; and these great ladies are socapricious, and would, perhaps, enjoy playing me a trick."
"Oh! M. de Carmainges, you do not love as I do; and yet--"
"Yet what?"
"You are more happy."
"Ah! are they cruel in that house?"
"M. de Carmainges, for three months I have loved like a madman her wholives there, and I have not yet had the happiness of hearing the soundof her voice."
"Diable! you are not far advanced. But stay."
"What is it?"
"Did not some one whistle?"
"Indeed, I think I heard something."
A second whistle was now distinctly heard.
"M. le Comte," said Ernanton, "you will excuse me for taking leave, butI believe that is my signal."
A third whistle sounded.
"Go, monsieur," said Joyeuse; "and good luck to you."
Ernanton made off quickly, while Joyeuse began to walk back
moregloomily than ever.
"Now for my accustomed task," said he; "let me knock as usual at thiscursed door which never opens to me."