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'What!' exclaimed the Duke. 'She is going to have a child!' Swinging round he met the Conde's eyes, and faltered, 'I... I had no idea of this. How . . . what are we to do?'
Maria Alfonsine said quietly, 'I feel this is a matter which can only be settled between you. May the good God in His wisdom give you guidance.' Then she turned and left them.
When she had covered a little distance, de Richleau said, 'I imagine you could find some pretext to secure an annulment. If so, I should, of course, be willing to marry her.'
For a few moments de Cordoba remained deep in thought, then he shook his head. 'No. To secure an annulment would take at least two years. If I put her from me and long before she can be married to you she has a child, that is certain to become known. It would bring dishonour upon my family, and later reflect on her, on you, and above all on the child. It is better that she should remain with me.'
After a brief hesitation, de Richleau said, 'About the child you are unquestionably right. But we have also to think of her happiness.'
'True. And at the moment I have little doubt that she would prefer to leave me for you. Time, though, as we know, is the inevitable destroyer of passion. Hers for you would be bound to suffer an additional strain if until the annulment came through she had to live as your mistress in furtive secrecy. Afterwards there would be the constant strain upon you both of never knowing when some woman of position, such, for example, as Maria Alfonsine, having learned that Gulia had lived with you before your marriage, would refuse to receive her. Within a few years I fear you would have tired of one another, yet find no compensation in a happy social life together.'
'There is much in what you say,' the Duke admitted. 'But what if she remains with you? Are you . . . would you be willing . . .'
'To forgive and forget,' de Cordoba finished for him. 'Yes. Gulia is not alone to blame for this. When I persuaded her to marry me I was already too old to do her full justice. Experience tells one that few young and healthy women, unless they are deeply religious, do not on occasion succumb to nature's urges. Therefore I have no real right to complain if she takes a lover now and then; provided she is discreet about it.'
The Conde paused a moment, then he went on, 'There is another thing that I will tell to you, but would tell to no one else. I have known for some years that I am no longer capable of begetting a child. But to have one would be a great joy to me. And I know no man whom I would rather have had to sire an heir for me than yourself.'
De Richleau lowered his glance. 'You could not pay me a greater compliment, Jose. In fact you overwhelm me. May I . . . may I take it then . . . ?'
'That I will not act harshly towards Gulia? Yes, you may rest content about that. She has tnade a punishment for herself, in that she is certain to suffer for some time to come from having lost you. But now she carries the child that is to bear my name I shall lose no opportunity to cherish her.'
Side by side they left the golden sands and walked up the slope. At its top they shook hands and, having wished one another good fortune, parted, the Conde to go into the house, the Duke to collect his mount from the orchard.
As he rode away from the villa, now that all the tension and uncertainty were over, a terrible depression descended on him. The thought that never again would he hold Gulia in his arms distressed him beyond measure. Yet he knew that de Cordoba had been right, and that her prospects of future happiness were far brighter if she remained with her husband than if he had taken her away. In fact, with this new bond of the child to bring them together there was every hope that in due course they would achieve as great a state of contentment as fell to most married couples.
It was he who was left in the air. Angela and the prospect of having a child by her had been taken from him; now he had been thrown back into much the same state of loneliness and indecision as he had been shortly after her death. He had many friends and innumerable acquaintances, but no family. He owned a fine property and a great mansion, but they were situated in the most sparsely populated area of Central Europe, far from any city or cheerful community of neighbours. He was a highly trained officer, with experience of many forms of warfare, but no army worthy of the name was open to him. He was intelligent, wealthy and ambitious, but his life as a soldier had left him ill-equipped to enter on any other career. Yet he loathed the thought of idling away his life in one pleasure resort after another.
In this unhappy state of mind, he had ridden only about half a mile towards San Sebastian when he saw two other horsemen cantering towards him. As they came nearer he recognized Don
Alfonso, evidently out on an early morning ride attended only by a groom.
With a cheerful shout of recognition, the young King reined in his horse. De Richleau dutifully made his service. The King gave an amused glance first at his face, then towards the villa, and said with a smile:
'From your unshaven chin, Duke, it looks as though you have given up keeping butterflies for your friend, and been out all night giving your attention to a beautiful moth.'
There could be no mistaking the King's meaning, and it would have been churlish to pretend not to respond to his gay rallying; so with a wan smile in reply, the Duke said:
'Alas, Your Majesty, I have had to surrender my enchanting charge into the hands of the friend for whom I was looking after it.'
'What!' exclaimed the King. 'Is Jose de Cordoba back from South America, then?'
'Yes, Sir. He returned last night.'
'And you? I fear the cessation of your duties as custodian will leave a sad gap in the pleasant life you have been leading in San Sebastian.'
'It will indeed, Sir. In fact I fear to find this place so dull that I intend to leave it not later than tonight. Permit me, therefore, to take this opportunity of asking Your Majesty for my conge'
'I am sorry that you are leaving us, Duke. Where do you intend to go?'
De Richleau shrugged. 'I hardly know. I am at a loose end. I may pay a visit to my late in-laws in England and shoot pheasants with them. Or perhaps I'll return to Central America and shoot some more unfortunate Indians. I expect that is where I shall end up.'
For a moment Don Alfonso remained thoughtful, then he said, 'The advice you gave us at that conference of Generals I asked you to attend was taken. I am forming another Cavalry Division. Although you are a British subject, as a Knight of the Fleece you also owe allegiance to the Crown of Spain. It has just occurred to me that I could find no man better fitted to command it.'
'A Cavalry Division!' gasped the Duke, his face suddenly lighting up. 'Can Your Majesty possibly mean it? To command a Cavalry Division has been the ambition of my life.'
A new and bright horizon had opened for him.
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