“You are cynical. What of yourself?”
“I, Mademoiselle, am a free man. I could choose whom I wished providing she would have me-and none would care very much … unless I chose a lady of a great house and she accepted me. Then there would be trouble from her family. I am sure the Comte would be highly amused. But everyone knows my origins. The lucky peasant. No one will want to marry me but for love.”
I laughed.
“The same would apply to me. Do you know, I
think we are indeed the lucky ones. “
There was a touch on my shoulder. I looked round. The Comte was standing beside us.
“Thank you for looking after my cousin, Leon,” he said. I will take a turn with her myself now. “
It was dismissal. Leon bowed and left me.
The Comte took my hand, surveying my dress while a smile touched his lips.
“I see you, dearest Cousin, attired in your pride,” he said.
“I am sorry if you do not like my dress,” I replied, ‘and if you consider my presence here unsuitable and therefore unwelcome . “
“It is not like you to ask for compliments. You know there is not a guest more suitable in my eyes-or more welcome. The only thing that disappoints me is that we must waste time when there is so little left to us.”
“You speak in enigmas.”
“Which you interpret correctly, and with the utmost ease. Think. We might be together and yet we must’ indulge in this … courtship, would you call it?”
“I certainly would not.”
“What then?”
“Pointless pursuit of which I have no doubt you will soon tire.”
“I assure you I am the tireless hunter. I never give up until I have my prey.”
“There must come a time in the life of every hunter when he suffers his first defeat. This is that occasion for you.”
“Shall we wager on it?”
“I never wager.”
I should love to see you in a glittering gown which I shall have made for you. That is one of Marguerite’s. I recognize it. So you can take from her what you cannot take from me? “
“I bought the dress from her.”
He laughed aloud and I was aware that several people were watching us.
I could imagine the comments.
“Cousin? Who is this cousin?” They would speculate about me in the way I had heard Leon and Etienne doing.
“It was good of you to come to the ball,” he said.
“I’ll warrant Marguerite persuaded you.”
I told her I should shortly be leaving. “
“And she made you change your mind. Good girl.”
“I shall choose the first opportunity to go.”
“I believe you plan to go with her when she marries.”
“She has asked me to but I think I should return to England.”
“Is that gracious after the way we have done everything to try to make you like us?”
“It is you who have made it impossible for me to stay here.”
Oh cruel Cousin! ” he murmured. Then he said: ” You must meet Robert. Come. “
I was eager to do so and when I was presented to a freshfaced young man with a pleasant smile I was agreeably surprised. Marguerite’s description of the greedy little boy had led me to expect a plump self-indulgent young man. Nothing of the sort. Robert de Grasseville was tall and elegant and what pleased me most was the kindly expression on his youthful face.
It occurred to me that he was as apprehensive as Margot and I warmed to him. He talked to me for a while, about horses mainly and the countryside; and Margot was brought to us by her partner in the dance.
She said: “So you have met our cousin. Monsieur de Grasseville?”
It seemed a formal mode of address when they were to be married shortly but it appeared to be correct. He replied that meeting me had been a great pleasure.
The Comte whispered: “I regret I must leave you now. I shall see you later.”
“Let us go in to supper,” suggested Margot. She turned to me. The announcement will be made during it. Minelle, you must come with us.
You and Robert must be friends. “
I was relieved because I could see that she was accepting Robert and prepared to get to know him. I could not, of course, say that they had fallen in love with each other at first sight. That would have been too much to expect; but at least they had not made up their minds to dislike each other.
People were moving towards the new hall where the buffet was laid out, and the elegance of the display again surprised me.
I had never seen food so artistically arranged. There was an abundance of everything and the butlers and footmen in the coloured livery of the Fontaine Delibes household looked as if they were part of the scene, There was wine which I knew came from the Comte’s own vineyards; and I remembered the hungry peasants who were not far away and was relieved that they could not see that table. I looked round for Leon, for I wondered whether the same thought had occurred to him, but I could not see him. I did see Gabrielle, though, with her brother. Gabrielle looked very handsome in a sparkling gown, too flamboyant for my liking, but becoming to her bold good looks. I think Etienne, who was with her, was proud of her.
We sat down at one of the tables near a window. There was Robert, Margot and another young man, a friend of Robert’s.
Conversation was light and easy and I noticed with another rush of relief that Marguerite was not unhappy. Once she had grown accustomed to the idea that a husband would be chosen for her-which she had been brought up to know she must accept-she could not have envisaged a young man more charming than Robert de Grasseville.
During supper the Comte made the announcement. It was received with applause and Margot and Robert went to stand beside him and receive congratulations. I remained at the table talking to my companion, and it was only a few minutes later that a noise behind me made me turn. I was very close to the window and I saw a face there . looking in.
I thought it was Leon’s.
The face disappeared and I was still looking out of the window when a heavy stone struck the glass, shattering it, and came hurtling into the room.
There was a brief silence, then cries of dismay and the sound of breaking glass and crockery.
I stood back horrified. The Comte had rushed to the window and was looking out. Then he shouted to the footman.
“Have the grounds searched. Get out the dogs.”
There was a babel of talk for a few seconds. Then the Comte spoke again.
“It’s apparently nothing much. Some mischievous person at his tricks. Let us carry on as though this tiresome incident had not occurred.”
It was like a command and I was amazed at the manner in which people such as these seemed to obey him without question.
I sat back in my chair. It was the recurring theme, I knew. The dissatisfaction of those who lacked the means to live comfortably, the anger and envy against those who indulged in extravagances.
What was disturbing me more than anything was the memory of the brief glimpse of a face. It couldn’t have been Leon’s.
My companion was saying: They’re making a practice of it. It happened only last week at the DeCourcys’. I was dining there and a stone came right through the window. But that was Paris. “
I saw Leon coming towards me and I felt my heart begin to beat furiously.
“A nasty incident,” he said, taking the chair opposite me.
I glanced at his shoes. They were immaculate. It seemed impossible that a few minutes ago he could have been outside. It had been raining during the day and the grass was still wet, so surely there would have been some sign.
“I hope you were not frightened,” he said to me.
“It happened so quickly.”
“But you were very near the window. In the first line of fire.”
“Who could have done it?” I’ demanded, looking full at him.
“What good could it do?”
“A few years ago one would have said some maniac. Now it is not so.
It’s just another expression of the people’s disapproval. Let us go back to the old hall. They are dancing there. “
I said goodbye to my companion at the table and we went up to the old hall. I felt relieved. I had been mistaken. It could not have been Leon.
I was glad because I was beginning to like him a good deal.
I had retired to my room. My dress lay on the bed and my hair was loose about my shoulders when there was a knock on my door.
I sprang to my feet, thinking for a fearful moment that it might be the Comte.
Margot came in.
“Oh, you are undressed,” she said.
“I had to talk to you, though. I must. I shall never sleep tonight. “
She sat on my bed.
“What did you think of him, Minelle?”
“Robert? Oh, I thought him charming.”
“So did I. It was fun, wasn’t it? I thought he was going to be awful.
You’re right . but of course you are always right, aren’t you. At least you think so. But if you build up a horrible picture you can be agreeably surprised. But I should have liked him anyway. When I was dancing with him I wished . oh, how I wished . that I had never fallen in love with James Wedder. “
“It’s no use wishing that. It’s done and you have to forget it.”
“Do you think I can?”
“Not for ever. It will come back to you sometimes, I suppose.”
“If you’ve made a false step you’ve made it for ever.”
“But it doesn’t do to brood on it.”
“Do you know, Minelle, I think I could forget I had ever seen James Wedder … if it wasn’t for Chariot. What should I do, Minelle? Should I tell Robert?”
I was silent. How could I advise on such a matter? How could I know which would be best for her and Robert’s happiness?
I compromised.
“You should do nothing yet, I think. Wait awhile. In time you and Robert will come to understand each other. Friendship, love, tolerance, all those will grow up between you and when the right times come to tell, perhaps you will know.”
“And Chariot?”
“He is well cared for. I am sure of that.”
“But how can I know? If only I could see him.”
“Well, that’s impossible.”
“You talk like Annette. Nothing is impossible. I shall go to Paris soon. Yes, I shall. I’m going to stay at Papa’s house there and we shall entertain the Grassevilles and then I shall come back here and we’ll be married. You will come to Paris with me. There could be an opportunity then.”
“What are you thinking of?”
“I mean an opportunity of finding Chariot. If I could be convinced that he is well and happy and people are kind to him it would be different.”
“But how could you? You don’t know where he is.”
“We could find out. You and I … we’ll do it, Minelle. Yes, we will.
We will go on a visit to someone . dear old Yvette who used to help Nou-Nou in the nursery. I could go and see her and you could come with me. “
“We should never be allowed to go alone.”
“I have a plan. I have been thinking of it. We could take my maid Mimi and Bessell the groom. Mimi and Bessell are lovers and plan to marry.
I have promised them that when I go to Grasseville, they shall come and they can marry then. They will be so absorbed in each other . that they won’t notice much. In any case they would do anything for me.”
I thought it was a wild plan, but as I had done before, I allowed Margot to go along with her dream. It was on occasions such as this that she could become hysterical and when she did I had noticed that it was almost always where Chariot was concerned.
I would never have suspected Margot of having deep maternal feelings, but she was always unpredictable; and I supposed that even those who would on the surface seem to make the most unlikely mothers, change once a child is born to them.
So eagerly did she discuss the plan that she scarcely mentioned the stone through the window.
“Oh that,” she said eventually.
“It’s happening all over the country.
People take little notice of it. “
At last she went. I felt tired but unable to sleep and when I did I dreamed vague and ugly dreams, but of which Leon’s face, distorted with hatred, kept coming towards me.
The household was now dominated by plans for Margot’s wedding. Annette declared herself to be distracted. She would never, never finish in time, she declared. Materials were not the right colours; nothing fitted as it should and Margot’s wardrobe would be a disaster.
Meanwhile beautiful garments continued to be turned out.
Margot was gleeful parading for me in them. She wanted to give me some of her old garments which Annette could ‘tone up’ as she called it. I bought a few and under Annette’s tuition made some alterations myself.
“You will need some clothes when we go to Paris,” said Margot, and whenever she mentioned the trip her eyes would sparkle and I knew she was thinking of what she called ‘the plan’.
We rode a good deal. She, Leon, Etienne and I. Sometimes the Comte joined us and when he did he always contrived to lose the others so that he and I were alone. They were aware of his intentions and as usual tried to please him. Against four of them I was helpless so I often found myself alone with him.
“And so we go on,” he said to me one day.
“We do not progress very fast, do we?”
“In what way?”
Towards the blissful end which awaits us both. “
“You are in a mocking mood, I see.”
“I am always in an excellent mood when I am with you. That is a good augury for the future.”
“It certainly shows that you can be good-humoured when you wish.”
“No, only when I am happy and that is not always for me to decide.”
“I should have thought a man such as you could control his moods.”
“It is something I have never learned to do. Perhaps you will teach me, because you control yours admirably. Were you disturbed on the night of the ball when the stone came through the window?”
“I was horrified.”
“Some wretched peasant.”
“Have you any idea who?”
“It could have been anyone from the neighbouring villages.”
“Your own vassals.”
“What an expression! Yes, it might well have been one of my own vassals. In fact, I’d wager that it was.”
“And it disturbs you.”
“A broken window is a bagatelle. It is the implication behind it which disturbs. Sometimes I feel as though the entire structure of society is slipping.”
“Can you not do something to make it steady?”
He shook his head.
“Something should have been done fifty years ago.
Perhaps we shall come through this. God knows my country has been buffeted enough over the centuries . yours too. You people are different. Less fiery. It may well be that they would pause long enough to ask themselves what the consequences of revolution would be.
We are more impulsive. You see the difference in our natures . reflected in you and me. You are calm; you hide the tumult within. You are adept at it. I’ll warrant your mother taught you that it was ill-bred to show your feelings. Oh, Minelle, I would give a great deal to go off with you . alone . to some remote spot. out of prance . perhaps to an island somewhere in the middle of a blue tropical sea where you and I would be together . alone. So much to do . so much to talk of . There we could live and love in peace. “
I was deeply touched by his serious mood, but he was right. I had been taught to hide my feelings when my judgement told me it would be wise to do so. I said: “I am sure you would be weary of your island in less than a week. In fact I hardly think you would give it as long.”
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�Let us try it and see if you are right. Shall we?”
“Such a question does not need an answer. You must know that I am going to leave here. I am staying only until Margot is happily settled. Then I shall go back to England.”
“And penury.”
“I may be fortunate. I am not without qualifications.”
“No. I am sure you would make a success of whatever you set your mind to. You would have continued with the school but for that stupid oaf Joel. What a fool! Perhaps one day he will realize what he has missed and come back to try again. There is one question I want to ask you, Minelle, and I want a. serious answer. I know that you disapprove of my way of life. Believe me, it is a matter of upbringing. I live as my ancestors have lived. It is the custom of the regime. You have been brought up differently. To you I seem excessively wicked … immoral and ruthless. Admit it.”
“I admit it,” I said.
“And yet, tell the truth, Minelle, you are not without some regard for me?”
I paused and he went on: “Come. You are not afraid to tell the truth, are you?”
“I believe,” I replied, ‘that when a man expresses admiration for a woman, he so appeals to her vanity that it is hard for her not to feel favourably towards one whom-if she is honest-she must admire for his good taste. For there is none who, in her heart, despises herself.”
He laughed again.
“Enchanting as ever, my dearest Minelle,” he said, “So in admiring you I have won a little of your approval. You know the extent of my ” admiration so I deserve a great deal of your esteem. “
“I could never trust you,” I said seriously.
“You have loved many women.”
“Experience is always valuable-no matter in what field and mine teaches me that I have never loved anyone as I love you.”
“The current one is always the most loved,” I said.
“You have become a cynic.”
“No. I am learning to be a realist.”
“Sometimes-life being what it is-it’s the same thing. But you still do not answer my question. I have a wife. I am not free to marry therefore. If I were …”
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