That you wil take me for your choyce,
And my degree's so base."
Considerable as was the anxiety which Count Kora's rout1 caused the Marquis de Tricotrin, his state of mind as he was carried home was enviable compared to that of his daughter. He at least had the relief of active scheming to console him, but she could only lean back in her chair and confess herself utterly2 miserable3.
So deep was her melancholy4 that she found herself wondering if she were not really in love with the handsome, high-souled Prince. But the thought had no sooner framed itself than a bitter smile crossed her beautiful face, and she mocked away the only consolation5 that could lighten her sorrow.
"How I befool myself," she murmured, "to think I grieve for his love! It is for his power and his throne that I sigh. I know that well enough. It is all I care for."
Poor Mlle de Tricotrin! She had long[Pg 172] ceased to credit herself with one good thought, with one womanly motive6. Her education had been such that it would have been strange if she had had any self-respect left. Deprived in babyhood of a mother's love and care, she had been left entirely7 in the hands of her selfish and ambitious father. He was a man no better, and perhaps not much worse, than his fellows—a self-seeking courtier, who clung with the rest to the sickly heart of France, and sucked its blood till the Revolution came and swept them all away, like the noxious8 parasites9 they were. Till then their one idea was to get a better place, where they could suck a fuller draught10, and to that end they pushed and schemed and struggled, and thought no sacrifice too great.
It was the "Court of Petticoats" where M. de Tricotrin strove with the rest. Women ruled supreme11. Hitherto the Marquis had not been successful. He had learnt by bitter experience that the only path to wealth and fame lay in the track of a fascinating woman. But each of them had her crowd of jostling followers12; and time after time, as he had tried to grasp the flying skirts, he had been thrust out and left behind.
He was almost in despair when, after a long period of neglect, he chanced to visit his little motherless daughter at the convent where she was placed. She had grown from babyhood to be a lovely child since he had[Pg 173] seen her last, and he at once recognised the promise of extraordinary beauty that she showed. A few hours spent with her assured him of the brightness of her wit and the fascination13 of her manners, and he saw that a new career and a new interest was before him.
His determination was taken at once. She was removed from the convent and taken to Paris; for the Marquis had resolved to fit her for a position which was thoroughly14 understood in Paris alone. It was the position to which nothing was denied, to which all things were open. It was the throne before which the greatest, the most sagacious, the most upright, statesmen had to bow—before which even the proudest ecclesiastics15 would cringe like hounds. Who can wonder that when the brilliancy of the career was so dazzling, that the shame on which it rested could hardly be seen?
For this, then, was Mlle de Tricotrin brought up. For this she was taught to struggle, heedless of all but the end. The only duty which she learned was to be beautiful; her only books were the philosophic16 chatter17 which was the fashion of the hour; her only friends were the creatures which that rotten society engendered18, and which it seems profanity to call women.
We have seen how the system succeeded. As the child came to womanhood, the Marquis knew his triumph had been greater than he had ever hoped. He saw his[Pg 174] daughter courted and petted, and he laughed to see the skill and delight with which she played her part. For no one can blame the poor child that her head was turned. The extravagant19 admiration20 with which she was everywhere greeted told her that the most honoured and powerful position in France was almost within her grasp.
Then came the crash. The long-nursed hopes were shattered to the ground, and father and daughter had to fly the country before the rising storms of the Revolution. In England M. de Tricotrin hoped to find a new arena21 for his child; but poor émigrés were too plentiful22, and English ideas so unintelligible23, and he could nowhere find even a beginning. Broken in hopes and health, he was forced at last to the South, as we have seen.
It could hardly be that, to a girl of Mlle de Tricotrin's natural refinement24, moments of regret and repentance25 did not sometimes come; but they had always been stifled26 with the excitement of her personal triumphs. To win the power that belongs by nature to men, she had been trained to fling away the most precious treasures of women, and she did it with a light heart in the intoxication27 of the game. But when the lull28 came her self-reproach grew so constant as to be almost a pain, and so infected her as to become something she could not entirely throw off again.
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The pure presence and innocent talk of Penelophon had only served to make her trouble more distinct. The beggar-maid was the first real woman she had ever known, and for the first time her own womanliness was really aroused in sympathy. She could see clearly what she was, and felt she could never be otherwise now. She despised herself, and knew the only solace29 was to brazen30 out her base career bravely. So she rejoiced cynically31 over the influence she was winning with Kophetua, and despised herself in secret too much to allow there was anything good in her joy. In marrying him she would gain the queenly power for which she had struggled so hard, and for which everything had been sacrificed; and in marrying him she would also escape the path of shame, by which alone she thought the goal was to be reached.
Which thought was it that made her heart ache so as she reached her room that night, and saw how she was losing him? Who shall tell? Who can read aright the thoughts that vexed32 that lovely figure which had thrown itself in weary grace upon the soft divan33? How can a thing so beautiful know the ugliness of sorrow? Yet it is there, and tells her that Kophetua is slipping from her hands, that life will be unendurable without him, and worst of all—worst of all, the only voice to which she has ever been taught to listen is whispering the old things in her ears.
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It is whispering what it is that has come between her and her end. She looks down at herself where she sits and thinks; she sees the gleaming beauty of her restless breasts, and the soft white arms and the obedient folds that wrap so closely the voluptuous34 figure; but the voice only whispers it is all of no avail. There is something between her and him; something which draws his eyes from her; something she has in her power to sweep away at a word.
Even as she wondered what childish scruples35 or silly affection it was that made her hesitate, the door opened and her father broke into the midst of her temptation. For a while he held the door in his hand, and stood admiring her as she lay curled upon the divan. At last she looked up at him with a deep-drawn breath, as though to brace36 herself for the crisis she saw was at hand.
"My child," said the Marquis, as he caught her glance, "you did not look well to-night. Are you ill?"
"No, sir."
"Was not the King pleased with you, then?"
"No, sir."
"That is most unfortunate," said the Marquis, in a feigned37 tone of extreme anxiety. "He was in a very strange humour to-night."
"Yes, sir?" said Mlle de Tricotrin, assuming an air of complete indifference38.
"He spoke39 to me in a very extraordinary[Pg 177] manner," continued her father. "It causes me no inconsiderable anxiety."
"What did he say, sir?" said she, apparently40 as little concerned as ever.
M. de Tricotrin told his daughter all the opinions which the King had expressed to him, and which led him to believe that he had determined41 to remain a bachelor, and let things take their course; but he omitted all the arguments by which he considered he had so successfully opposed the King's intention. "So you see, my dear," he concluded, "that our Quixotic Kophetua is bent42 on abdication43 and a republic."
Mlle de Tricotrin had listened attentively44 as her father unfolded to her the King's indifference as to whether he reigned45 or not. It was the last blow on her already shattered resolution. She saw one more guarantee of her ultimate success disappearing. Though she could not own it to herself, the very loftiness and unselfishness of the King's ideas made her desire him more. It was more than she could bear, added to the load of temptation under which she already struggled. Suddenly laying aside her indifference, she started up in her seat, and, with a violent gesture, cried out, "He shall not abdicate46!"
"How will you prevent it?" asked the Marquis, unmoved.
"I cannot prevent it; but Turbo can, and he shall!"
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"But you forget there is a price to pay first, my child."
"No, I do not, sir. I remember it very well. It is not a thing to forget so soon. Bad as you have made me, I have not yet been guilty of so many sins that this one should be lost in the throng47."
"Well, well, my child, we need not go into ethics48 now. Do I understand that you mean to pay the Chancellor49 his price."
"I do."
"I congratulate you on your good sense."
"I want no congratulations. I only want a throne; and for that I am ready to disgrace myself, as you have taught me, sir. So if you will tell me how this business is to be arranged, it shall be done."
"Turbo will be in the street on which the little garden door opens. You can send her to him with a note, and he will manage the rest. See, here is a letter that I have already prepared."
"What is in it, sir?"
"Nothing; it is a mere50 pretence51."
"Does he really mean to come in person?"
"Yes; it is more than he can afford to intrust his secret to another."
"When will he be here?"
"In a quarter of an hour."
"Then pray leave me, sir, and I will see that she is there too."
"My child," said the Marquis, laying his hand with awkward affection on the warm[Pg 179] brown hair, "I am very pleased with you. I have never seen you more sensible."
She shook his hand off with a gesture of disgust, and with a shrug52 he left the room. It was some time before she could gather her cruelty sufficiently53 to summon Penelophon. She knew well enough that the indignation with which she had at first repudiated54 her father's suggestion was due to the beneficent influence which the purity and innocence55 of her handmaid had upon her. She had been talking to her then, and the charming sweetness of her presence had expelled the devil she had taken to herself. That influence away, the sight of what she longed for still receding56, had brought the evil spirit back, and she had resolved that this thing should cease. Whether Penelophon appeared to her as an actual obstacle in the path of her ambition, or as a siren who beckoned57 her away from the worldly road in which alone she had faith, it was clear that the girl must be cast away.
And, after all, where was the crime? Penelophon would only go to a lot which she herself had lived for. It was only the child's silly prudery that frightened her. But that would soon pass. Yet, how the poor thing loathed58 the man to whom she was sold, and how she adored him who had saved her from his embraces! And no wonder, when he had dared so much to make the rescue. That was it. He, her own King, had dared too[Pg 180] much for the girl. She could not forgive her for that; and, resolved at last, she clapped her hands.
Penelophon answered to the call immediately; and the sight of her delicate form in the doorway59 disturbed her mistress strangely. She looked so tender and fragile a thing to be flung out, as it were, to the beasts; and the iniquity60 of Mlle de Tricotrin's resolve grew very distinct to her. To add to her mistress's distress61, the girl came forward with the same glad smile with which she always greeted the summons of her idolised protector; and Mlle de Tricotrin's heart beat faster at the sight of her devotion.
"Will you undress now?" asked Penelophon, as her mistress only looked at her and did not speak.
"Not yet, Penelophon," was the answer. "I have something I want you to do. It is a little thing, and yet my happiness depends upon it."
"Will it bring Trecenito nearer to you, then?" asked Penelophon.
"Yes, it will bring him nearer—very near indeed, Penelophon."
"And you will let me do this little thing?" said the maid.
"Yes," answered Mlle de Tricotrin; "it is you I ask to do it, because I know how you love me."
"Ah!" cried Penelophon, clasping her hands before her mistress, in an attitude of[Pg 181] glad devotion; "but I wish it were a great thing you asked of me, and then I could show you indeed how I love you and him."
"Nay62, there is no need," said Mlle de Tricotrin, feeling that a choking sensation was coming in her throat. "I know how you love us, and long to see us one; and now I have but a little thing for you to do."
"What must it be, then?"
"Only to take a note to a man who is waiting in the street by the little garden door."
"What, now? to-night? in the dark?" exclaimed Penelophon, her great dark eyes dilating63 with sudden fear.
"Yes, now. You are not afraid of the dark?"
"No; but I dread64 what is in the dark," the girl answered, shuddering65.
"Why, what is it you fear?"
"It is a terrible thing. You cannot know how terrible. It is wrapped in a cloak, and it limps as it goes, and it glares at me. Even in my own soft bed at your feet it glares at me, so that I have to creep close to you before it will go away."
"Why, child, that is only a baby's fancy. You will not meet it," answered Mlle de Tricotrin, steadying her voice with difficulty; for her breath was coming thick, and her heart was beating fast, to see the poor girl's terror.
"Yes, I know," answered Penelophon, in an awe-hushed voice; "but as I looked at[Pg 182] the stars just now, and wondered which was yours, and which was Trecenito's, and which was my little one, I saw it pass under the window. It limped and glared, and was wrapped in its cloak. Oh, I saw it!" she cried, again covering her face in terror,—"I saw it, and it will be there to glare at me when I open the gate. Oh, I dare not go! Can you not send another?"
"No, Penelophon," said her mistress, after a pause; for she was hardly able to speak in her growing agitation66. "It is only you that will do. I promised you should take the letter, as a token that it came indeed from me. So be brave, child. On you it all depends. Be brave this once, and then Trecenito will be mine, and we shall both be always with him."
The iniquitous67 deceit of her words seemed to stab her like a knife, and for shame she dared not so much as look at her humble68 maid. She felt that one more of those devoted69, trusting looks from the girl's dog-like eyes would overcome her. So she did not see how Penelophon drew herself up and set her lips, and she was surprised to hear her speak quite calmly and cheerfully again.
"And will it really bring you and Trecenito together if I go?" she said.
"Yes," answered her mistress; "and it is the only thing that will."
"Then I will go," said Penelophon. "Where is the note I shall take?"
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"I will write it," said her mistress. The sight of the maid she loved so well—and yet, as she thought, had such cause to hate—and the devotion with which she overcame her terror, had softened70 Mlle de Tricotrin out of her former hard mood, although she knew it was only the girl's deep love for Kophetua that gave her the strength she showed. Still she was softened, and determined not to let her go without one little attempt to lighten the terrible lot to which she was condemning71 her. So she reached to the dwarf72 table beside the divan, and wrote on the blank paper which her father had given her this short note:—
"Here is the price you ask for your adhesion. Use her kindly73, as you value the love of
"Héloise de Tricotrin."
She folded the note and addressed it; but her heart beat so hard and her breath came so thick that she could not speak as she handed it to Penelophon. The girl took it, kissed the white hand that gave it, and then turned to go. It was well-nigh more than Mlle de Tricotrin could endure to see such simple faith and love in her victim, and a tear had fallen on the hand the maid had kissed. There came to her a sudden sense that she was looking for the last time on the child in whom she had found the only pure delight she could ever remember, who had shown her how holy is the unstained soul of a woman, who had made her almost feel[Pg 184] worthy74 to be a true wife to Kophetua. She could not let her part so to the sacrifice, where the poor lamb was to lose all that she might win her little end; and suddenly she started to her feet.
"Penelophon!" she cried, in a strange, unnatural75 voice, in spite of a great effort to control herself. The girl came back directly, looking anxiously into her mistress's troubled face. Then Mlle de Tricotrin saw how the dark eyes were brimming with tears, and in an uncontrollable impulse she threw her arms about the beggar-maid's neck, and kissed her passionately76 on either cheek.
"Now begone quickly," she said to the wondering girl; and Penelophon, in a transport of delight at her mistress's affection, tripped lightly away to the garden. For a moment Mlle de Tricotrin stood with hard-clenched hands, and stared at the door that had closed on her victim. Then a convulsive sob77 shook her lovely form, and she cast herself prostrate78 upon the divan in an agony of tears.
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