The Café of the Ambassadeurs in the Calle de la Montera was at this time the fashionable resort of visitors to the city of Madrid. Its tone was neither political nor urban, but savoured rather of the cosmopolitan2. The waiters at the first-class hotels recommended the Café of the Ambassadeurs, and stepped round to the manager’s office at the time of the New Year to mention the fact.
Sir John Pleydell had been rather nonplussed3 by his encounter with Conyngham, and, being a man of the world as well as a lawyer, sat down, as it were, to think. He had come to Spain in the first heat of a great revenge, and such men as he take, like the greater volcanoes, a long time to cool down. He had been prepossessed in the favour of the man who subsequently owned to being Frederick Conyngham. And the very manner in which this admission was made redounded4 in some degree to the honour of the young Englishman. Here, at least, was one who had no fear, and fearlessness appeals to the heart of every Briton from the peer to the navvy.
Sir John took a certain cold interest in his surroundings, and in due course was recommended to spend an evening at the Café des Ambassadeurs, as it styled itself, for the habit of preferring French to Spanish designations for places of refreshment5 had come in since the great revolution. Sir John went, therefore, to the café, and with characteristic scorn of elemental disturbance6 chose to resort thither7 on the evening of the great gale8. The few other occupants of the gorgeous room eyed his half-bottle of claret with a grave and decorous wonder, but made no attempt to converse9 with this chill-looking Englishman. At length, about ten o’clock or a few minutes later, entered one who bowed to Sir John with an air full of affable promise. This was Larralde, who called a waiter and bade him fetch a coat-brush.
‘Would you believe it, sir?’ he said, addressing Sir John in broken English, ‘but I have just escaped a terrible death.’
He shrugged10 his shoulders, spread out his hands, and laughed good-humouredly, after the manner of one who has no foes11.
‘The fall of a chimney—so—within a metre of my shoulder.’ He threw back his cloak with a graceful13 swing of the arm and handed it to the waiter. Then he drew forward a chair to the table occupied by Sir John, who sipped14 his claret and bowed coldly.
‘You must not think that Madrid is always like this,’ said Larralde. ‘But perhaps you know the city—’
‘No—this is my first visit.’
Larralde turned aside to give his order to the waiter. His movements were always picturesque15, and in the presence of Englishmen he had a habit of accentuating16 those characteristics of speech and manner which are held by our countrymen to be native to the Peninsula. There is nothing so disarming17 as conventionality—and nothing less suspicious. Larralde seemed ever to be a typical Spaniard—indolently polite, gravely indifferent—a cigarette-smoking nonentity18.
They talked of topics of the day, and chiefly of that great event, the hurricane, which was still raging. Larralde, whose habit it was to turn his neighbour to account—a seed of greatness this!—had almost concluded that the Englishman was useless when the conversation turned, as it was almost bound to turn between these two, upon Conyngham.
‘There are but few of your countrymen in Madrid at the moment,’ Larralde had said.
‘I know but one,’ was the guarded reply.
‘And I also,’ said Larralde, flicking19 the ash from his cigarette. ‘A young fellow who has made himself somewhat notorious in the Royalist cause—a cause in which I admit I have no sympathy. His name is Conyngham.’
Then a silence fell upon the two men, and over raised glasses they glanced surreptitiously at each other.
‘I know him,’ said Sir John at length, and the tone of his voice made Larralde glance up with a sudden gleam in his eyes. There thus sprang into existence between them the closest of all bonds—a common foe12.
‘The man has done me more than one ill-turn,’ said Larralde after a pause, and he drummed on the table with his cigarette-stained fingers.
Sir John, looking at him, coldly gauged20 the Spaniard with the deadly skill of his calling. He noted21 that Larralde was poor and ambitious—qualities that often raise the devil in a human heart when fate brings them there together. He was not deceived by the picturesque manner of Julia’s lover, but knew exactly how much was assumed of that air of simple vanity to which Larralde usually treated strangers. He probably gauged at one glance the depth of the man’s power for good or ill, his sincerity22, his possible usefulness. In the hands of Sir John Pleydell, Larralde was the merest tool.
They sat until long after midnight, and before they parted Sir John Pleydell handed to his companion a roll of notes, which he counted carefully and Larralde accepted with a grand air of condescension23 and indifference24.
‘You know my address,’ said Sir John, with a slight suggestion of masterfulness which had not been noticeable before the money changed hands. ‘I shall remain at the same hotel.’
Larralde nodded his head.
‘I shall remember it,’ he said. ‘And now I go to take a few hours’ rest. I have had a hard day, and am as tired as a shepherd’s dog.’
And indeed the day had been busy enough. Se?or Larralde hummed an air between his teeth as he struggled against the fierce wind.
Before dawn the gale subsided25, and daylight broke with a clear, calm freshness over the city, where sleep had been almost unknown during the night. The sun had not yet risen when Larralde took the road on his poor, thin black horse. He rode through the streets, still littered with the débris of fallen chimneys, slates26, and shutters27, with his head up and his mind so full of the great schemes which gave him no rest, that he never saw Concep?ion Vara going to market with a basket on his arm and a cigarette, unlighted, between his lips. Concep?ion turned and watched the horseman, shrugged his shoulders, and quietly followed until the streets were left behind and there could no longer be any doubt that Larralde was bound for Toledo.
Thither, indeed, he journeyed throughout the day with a leisureliness28 begotten29 of the desire to enter the ancient city after nightfall only. Toledo was at this time the smouldering hotbed of those political intrigues31 which some years later burst into flame, and resulted finally in the expulsion of the Bourbons from the throne of Spain. Larralde was sufficiently32 dangerous to require watching, and, like many of his kind, considered himself of a greater importance than his enemies were pleased to attach to him. The city of Toledo is, as many know, almost surrounded by the rapid Tagus, and entrance to its narrow confine is only to be gained by two gates. To pass either of these barriers in open day would be to court a publicity33 singularly undesirable34 at this time, for Esteban Larralde was slipping down the social slope, which gradual progress is the hardest to arrest. If one is mounting there are plenty to help him—those from above seeking to make unto themselves friends of the mammon of unrighteousness; those from below hoping to tread in the footsteps he may leave. Each step, however, of the upward progress has to be gained at the expense of another. But on the descent there are none to stay and many to push behind, while those in front make room readily enough. Larralde had for the first time accepted a direct monetary35 reward for his services. That this had been offered and accepted in a polite Spanish manner as an advance of expenses to be incurred36 was, of course, only natural under the circumstances, but the fact remained that Esteban Larralde was no longer a picturesque conspirator37, serving a failing cause with that devotion which can only be repaid later by high honours, and a post carrying with it emoluments38 of proportionate value. He had, in fact, been paid in advance; which is the surest sign of distrust upon one side or the other.
The Barennas had been established at their house in Toledo some weeks, and, for Julia, life had been dull enough. She had hastened northward39, knowing well that her lover’s intrigues must necessarily bring him to the neighbourhood of the capital—perhaps to Toledo itself. Larralde had, however, hitherto failed to come near her, and the news of the day reported an increasing depression in the ranks of the Carlists. Indeed, that cause seemed now at such a low ebb40 that the franker mercenaries were daily drifting away to more promising41 scenes of warfare42, while some cynically43 accepted commissions in the army of Espartero.
‘I always said that Don Carlos would fail if he employed such men—as—well, as he does,’ Madame Barenna took more than one opportunity of observing at this time, and her emphatic44 fan rapped the personal application home.
She had just made this remark for perhaps the sixth time one evening when the door of the patio45 where she and Julia sat was thrown open, and Larralde—the person indirectly46 referred to—came towards the ladies. He was not afraid of Madame Barenna, and his tired face lightened visibly at the sight of Julia. Concha was right. According to his lights Larralde loved Julia. She, who knew every expression, noted the look in his face, and her heart leapt within her breast. She had long secretly rejoiced over the failure of the Carlist cause. Such, messieurs, is the ambition of a woman for the man she really loves.
Se?ora Barenna rose and held out her hand with a beaming smile. She was rather bored that evening, and it was pleasant to imagine herself in the midst of great political intrigues.
‘We were wondering if you would come,’ she said.
‘You look tired,’ said Julia quietly. ‘Where are you from?’
‘At the moment I am from Madrid. The city has been wrecked48 by a tornado—I myself almost perished.’
He paused, shrugged his shoulders.
‘What will you?’ he added carelessly. ‘What is life—a single life—in Spain to-day?’
Julia winced49. It is marvellous how an intelligent woman may blind herself into absolute belief in one man. Se?ora Barenna shuddered50.
‘Blessed Heaven!’ she whispered. ‘Why does not someone do something?’
‘One does one’s best,’ answered Larralde, with his hand at his moustache.
‘But yes!’ said Madame eagerly. She had a shrewd common sense, as many apparently51 foolish women have, and probably put the right value on Se?or Larralde’s endeavours. Father Concha and the General were, however, far away, and all women are time-servers.
Larralde spoke52 of general news, and when he at length proposed to Julia that they should take a ‘paseo’ in the garden the elder lady made no objection. For some moments Julia was quite happy. She had schooled herself into a sort of contentment in the hope that her turn would come when ambition failed. Perhaps this moment had arrived. At all events, Larralde acquitted53 himself well, and seemed sincere enough in his joy at seeing her again.
‘Do you love me?’ he asked suddenly.
Julia gave a little laugh. Heaven has been opened by such a laugh ere now, and men have seen for a moment the brightness of it.
‘Enough to leave Spain for ever and live in another country?’
‘Yes.’
‘Enough to risk something now for my sake?’
‘Enough to risk everything,’ she answered.
‘I have tried to gain a great position for you,’ went on Larralde, ‘and fortune has been against me. I have failed. The Carlist cause is dead, Julia. Our chief has failed us—that is the truth of it. We set him up as a king, but unless we hold him upright he falls. He is a man of straw. We are making one last effort, as you know, but it is a dangerous one, and we have had misfortunes. This pestilential Englishman! No one may say how much he knows. He has had the letter too long in his possession for our safety. But I have outwitted him this time.’
Larralde paused, and drew from his pocket the letter in the pink envelope—somewhat soiled by its passage through the hands of Colonel Monreal’s servant.
‘It requires two more signatures and will then be complete,’ said the upholder of Don Carlos. ‘We shall then make our “coup,” but we cannot move while Conyngham remains54 in Spain. It would never do for me to—well, to get shot at this moment.’
Julia breathed hard.
‘And that is what Mr. Conyngham is endeavouring to bring about. In the first place he wants this letter to show to Estella Vincente—some foolish romance. In the second place he hates me, and seeks promotion55 in the Royalist ranks. These Englishmen are unscrupulous. He tried to take my life—only last night. I bear him no ill-feeling. A la guerre comme à la guerre. My only intention is to get him quietly out of Spain. It can be managed easily enough. Will you help me—to save my own life?’
‘Yes,’ answered Julia.
‘Heaven knows that would be true enough,’ put in Julia.
‘And that you will give him the letter he desires on the condition that he promises to show it to no one but Estella Vincente and return it to you. That you will also swear that it is the identical letter that he handed to you in the General’s garden at Ronda. If Conyngham agrees, he must meet you at the back of the Church of Santo Tome in the Calle Pedro Martir here, in Toledo, next Monday evening at seven o’clock. Will you write this letter, Julia?’
‘And Estella Vincente?’ inquired Julia.
‘She will forget him in a week,’ laughed Larralde.
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