And Nicolette lay all the evening, and half the night, wide-eyed and silent between the sheets; quite quiescent2 and obedient whenever Margaï brought her something warm to drink. But she would not eat, and when early the next morning Margaï brought her some warm milk, she looked as if she had not slept. She had a little fever during the night, but by the morning this had gone, only her face looked white and pinched, and her eyes looked preternaturally large with great dark rings around them.
Later on in the morning her father came and stood for a second or two silently beside her bed. Her eyes were closed when he came, but
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presently, as if drawn3 by the magnetism4 of his tender gaze, the heavy lids slowly opened, and she looked at him. She looked so pale and so small in the big bed, and there was such a look of sorrow around her drooping5 mouth, that Deydier’s heart ached almost to the point of breaking, and great tears gathered in his eyes and rolled slowly down his rough cheeks.
The child drew a long sigh of tenderness, almost of pity, and put out her arms. He gathered her to his breast, pillowing the dear head against his heart, while he could scarcely control the heavy sobs6 that shook his powerful shoulders, or stay the tears that wetted her curls.
“My Nicolette!” he murmured somewhat incoherently. “My little Nicolette, thou’lt not do it, my little girl, not that—not that—I could not bear it.”
Then he laid her down again upon the pillows, and kissed away the tears upon her cheeks.
“Father,” she murmured, and fondled his hand which she had captured, “you must try and forgive me, I was stupid and thoughtless. I ought to have explained better. But I was unhappy, very unhappy. Then I don’t know how it all happened—I did not look where I
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was going, I suppose—and I stumbled and fell—it was stupid of me,” she reiterated8 with loving humility9; “but I forgot the time, the weather—everything—I was so unhappy——”
“So unhappy that you forgot your poor old father,” he said, trying to smile, “whose only treasure you are in this world.”
“No, dear,” she replied earnestly. “I did not forget you. On the contrary, I thought and thought about you, and wondered how you could be so unkind.”
He gave a quick, weary sigh.
“We won’t speak about that now, my child,” he said gently, “all you have to do is to get well.”
“I am well, dear,” she rejoined, and as he tried to withdraw his hand she grasped it closer and held it tightly against her bosom10:
“When Bertrand comes,” she entreated11, “will you see him?”
But he only shook his head, whereupon she let go his hand and turned her face away. And he went dejectedly out of the room.
Bertrand came over to the mas in the early part of the forenoon. Vague hints dropped by Pérone had already alarmed him, and he spent
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a miserable12 evening and a sleepless13 night marvelling14 what had happened.
As soon as he returned from the marvellous walk which had changed the whole course of his existence, he had told his mother and Micheline first, then grandmama, what had happened. Marcelle de Ventadour, who, during the past four and twenty hours had been in a state of prostration15, due partly to sorrow and anxiety for her son, and partly to the reaction following on excitement, felt very much like one who has been at death’s door and finds himself unaccountably alive again. She was fond of Nicolette in a gentle, unemotional way: she knew that Deydier was very rich and his daughter his sole heiress, and she had none of those violent caste prejudices which swayed old Madame’s entire life; moreover, she had never been able to endure Rixende’s petulant16 tempers and supercilious17 ways. All these facts conduced to make her contented18, almost happy, in this new turn of events.
Not so old Madame! Bertrand’s news at first appeared to her unworthy of consideration: the boy, she argued, partly to herself, partly to him, had been inveigled20 at a moment when he was too weak and too wretched to defend himself, by a designing minx who had a
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coronet and a fine social position in her mind’s eye. The matter was not worth talking about. It just would not be: that was all. When she found that not only did Bertrand mean to go through with this preposterous21 marriage, but that he defended Nicolette and sang her praises with passionate22 warmth, she fell from contempt into amazement23 and thence into wrath24.
It should not be! It was preposterous! Impossible! A Comte de Ventadour marry the descendant of a lacquey! the daughter of a peasant! It should not be! not whilst she was alive. Thank God, she still had a few influential25 friends in Paris, she would petition the King to forbid the marriage.
“You would not dare——” Bertrand protested vehemently26.
But old Madame only laughed.
“Dare?” she said tartly27. “Of course I should dare. I have dared more than that before now, let me tell you, in order to save the honour of the Ventadours. That marriage can not be,” she went on determinedly28, “and if you are too foolish or too blind to perceive the disgrace of such a mésalliance, then I will apply to the King. And you know as well as I do that His Majesty29 has before now intervened on
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the side of the family when such questions have been on the tapis, and that no officer of the King’s bodyguard30 may marry without the consent of his sovereign.”
This Bertrand knew. That archaic31 law was one of those petty tyrannies in which the heart of a Bourbon delighted, and was one of the first in connection with his army that Louis XVIII replaced upon the statute32 book of his reconquered country.
Bertrand tried to argue with old Madame, and sharp words flew between these two, who usually were so entirely33 at one in their thoughts and their ideals. But he felt that he had been like a drowning man, and the loving, gentle hand that had been held out to him at the hour of his greatest peril34 had become very dear. Perhaps it would be too much to say that Bertrand loved Nicolette now as passionately35 as he had loved Rixende in the past, or that the image of one woman had wholly obliterated36 that of the other: but he was immensely grateful to her, and whenever his memory dwelt on the thought of that sweet, trusting young body clinging to him, of those soft, delicate hands fondling his hair, of that crooning voice murmuring sweet words of love and surrender, he felt a warmth within his heart, a longing37 for
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Nicolette, different, yes! sweeter than anything he had experienced for Rixende.
“When you find yourself face to face with the alternative of giving up your career or that peasant wench, you’ll not hesitate, I presume; you, a Comte de Ventadour!”
These were old Madame’s parting words, when, wearied with an argument that tended nowhere, Bertrand finally kissed her hand and bade her good night.
“Come, come,” she added more gently, “confess that you have been weak and foolish. You loved Rixende de Peyron-Bompar until a week ago. You cannot have fallen out of love and in again in so short a time. Have no fear, my dear Bertrand, an officer in the King’s bodyguard, a young man as accomplished38 as yourself and with a name like yours, has never yet failed to make a brilliant marriage. There are as good fish in the sea as ever come out of it. A little patience, and I’ll warrant that within three months you’ll be thanking Heaven on your knees that Rixende de Peyron-Bompar was such a fool, for you will be leading to the altar a far richer heiress than she.”
But Bertrand now was too tired to say more. He just kissed his grandmother’s hand, and
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with a sigh and a weary smile, said enigmatically:
“Perhaps!”
Then he went out of the room.
Jaume Deydier met Bertrand de Ventadour on the threshold of the mas.
“Enter, Monsieur le Comte,” he said curtly39.
Bertrand followed him into the parlour, and took the chair that Deydier offered him beside the hearth40. He inquired anxiously after Nicolette, and the old man told him briefly41 all that had happened.
“And it were best, Monsieur le Comte,” he concluded abruptly42, “if you went back to Paris after this. It is not fair to the child.”
“Not fair to Nicolette!” Bertrand exclaimed. “Then she has told you?”
“Yes, she told me,” he rejoined coldly, “that you and your family have thought of a way of paying your debts.”
An angry flush rose to Bertrand’s forehead. “Monsieur Deydier!” he protested, and jumped to his feet.
“Eh! what?” the father retorted loudly. “What else had you in mind, when, fresh from the smart which one woman dealt you, you sought another whose wealth would satisfy the
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creditors43 who were snapping like dogs at your heels?”
“I swear that this is false! I love Nicolette——”
“Bah! you loved Rixende a week ago——”
“I love Nicolette,” he reiterated firmly, “and she loves me.”
“Nicolette is a child who has mistaken pity for love, as many wenches do. You were her friend, her playmate; she saw you floundering in a morass44 of debt and disgrace, and instinctively45 she put out her hand to save you. She will get over that love. I’ll see to it that she forgets you.”
“I don’t think you will be able to do that, Monsieur Deydier,” Bertrand put in more quietly. “Nicolette is as true as steel.”
“Pity you did not find that out sooner, before you ran after that vixen who has thrown you over.”
“Better men than I have gone blindly past their happiness. Not many have had the luck to turn back.”
“Too late, M. le Comte,” Deydier riposted coldly. “I told Nicolette yesterday that never, with my consent, will she be your wife.”
“You will kill her, Monsieur Deydier.”
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“Not I. She is proud and soon she will understand.”
“We love one another, Nicolette will understand nothing save that I love her. You may forbid the marriage,” Bertrand went on vehemently, “but you cannot forbid Nicolette to love me. We love one another; we’ll belong to one another, whatever you may do or say.”
“Whatever Madame, your grandmother, may say?” retorted Deydier with a sneer46. Then as Bertrand made no reply to that taunt47, he added more kindly48:
“Come, my dear Bertrand, look on the affair as a man. I have known you ever since you were in your cradle: would I speak to you like this if I had not the happiness of my child to defend?”
Bertrand drew a quick, impatient sigh.
“That is where you are wrong, Monsieur Deydier,” he said, “Nicolette’s happiness is bound up in me.”
“As your mother’s was bound up in your father, what?” Deydier retorted hotly. “She too was a loving, trusting girl once: she too was rich; and when her fortune was sunk into the bottomless morass of family debts, your father went out of the world leaving her to starve or not according as her friends were generous
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or her creditors rapacious49. Look at her now, M. le Comte, and tell me if any father could find it in his heart to see his child go the way of the Comtesse Marcelle?”
“You are hard, Monsieur Deydier.”
“You would find me harder still if you brought Nicolette to unhappiness.”
“I love her——”
“You never thought of her until your creditors were at your heels and you saw no other way before you to satisfy them, save a rich marriage.”
“It is false!”
“False is it?” Deydier riposted roughly, “How else do you hope to satisfy your creditors, M. le Comte de Ventadour? If you married Nicolette without a dowry how would you satisfy them? How would you live? how would you support your wife and your coming family?
“These may be sordid50 questions, ugly to face beside the fine sounding assertions and protestations of selfless love. But I am not an aristocrat51. I am a peasant and speak as I think. And I ask you this one more question, M. le Comte: in exchange for all the love, the security, the wealth, which a marriage with my daughter would bring you, what have you to
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offer her? An ancient name? It is tarnished52. A château? ’Tis in ruins. Position? ’Tis one of shame. Nay53! M. le Comte go and offer these treasures elsewhere. My daughter is too good for you.”
“You are both cruel and hard, Monsieur Deydier,” Bertrand protested, with a cry of indignation that came straight from the heart. “On my honour the thought of Nicolette’s fortune never once entered my mind.”
To this Deydier made no reply. A look of determination, stronger even than before, made his face look hard and almost repellent. He pressed his lips tightly together, his eyes narrowed till they appeared like mere54 slits55 beneath his bushy brows; he buried his hands in the pockets of his breeches and paced up and down the room, seeming with each step to strengthen his resolve. Then he came to a sudden halt in front of Bertrand, the hardness partly vanished from his face, and he placed a hand, the touch of which was not altogether unkind, on the young man’s shoulder.
“Suppose, my dear Bertrand,” he said slowly, “suppose I were to take you at your word. On your honour you have assured me that Nicolette’s fortune never once entered your head. Very well! Go back now and tell
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Madame your grandmother that you love my daughter, that your life’s happiness is bound up in hers and hers in yours, but that I am not in a position to give her a dowry. I am reputed rich, but I have no capital to dispose of and I have certain engagements which I must fulfil before I can afford the luxury of paying your debts. I may give Nicolette a few hundred louis a year, pin money, but that is all. One moment, I pray you,” Deydier added, seeing that hot words of protest had already risen to Bertrand’s lips. “I am not giving you a supposition. I am telling you a fact. If you love Nicolette sufficiently56 to lead a life of usefulness and simplicity57 with her, here in her old home, you shall have her. Let old Madame come and ask me for my daughter’s hand, on your behalf, you shall have her: but my money, no!”
For a long while after that there was silence between the two men. Jaume Deydier had once more resumed his fateful pacing up and down the room. There was a grim, set smile upon his face, but every time his eyes rested on Bertrand, a sullen58 fire seemed to blaze within them.
A pall59 of despair had descended60 once more on Bertrand, all the darker, all the more suffocating61
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for the brief ray of hope that lightened it yesterday. In his heart, he knew that the old man was right. When he had set out this morning to speak with Deydier, he had done so under the firm belief that Nicolette’s fortune expressed in so many words by her father would soon dispel62 grandmama’s objection to her lowly birth. He hoped that he would return from that interview bringing with him such dazzling financial prospects63 that old Madame herself would urge and approve of the marriage. Like all those who are very young, he was so convinced of the justice and importance of his cause, that it never entered his mind that his advocacy of it would result in failure.
Failure and humiliation65!
He, a Comte de Ventadour, had asked for the hand of a peasant wench and it had been refused. Only now did he realise quite how low his family had sunk, that in the eyes of this descendant of lacqueys, his name was worth less than nothing.
Failure, humiliation and sorrow! Sorrow because the briefest searching of his heart had at once revealed the fact that he was not prepared to take Nicolette without her fortune, that he was certainly not prepared to give up
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his career in order to live the life of usefulness at the mas, which Jaume Deydier dangled66 before him. Oh! he had no illusion on these points. Yesterday when old Madame threatened him with an appeal to the King, there was still the hope that in view of such hopeless financial difficulties as beset67 him, His Majesty might consent to a mésalliance with the wealthy daughter of a worthy19 manufacturer of Provence. But what Deydier demanded to-day meant that he would have to resign his commission and become an unpaid68 overseer on a farm, that he would have to renounce69 his career, his friends, every prospect64 of ever rising again to the position which his family had once occupied.
Poor little Nicolette! He loved her, yes! but not enough for that. To renounce anything for her sake had not formed a part of his affection. And love without sacrifice—what is it but the pale, sickly ghost of the exacting70 Master of us all?
Poor little Nicolette! he sighed, and right through the silence of the dull winter’s morning there came, faintly echoing, another sigh which was just like a sob7.
Both the men swung round simultaneously71 and gazed upon the doorway72. Nicolette stood
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there under the lintel. Unable to lie still in bed, while her life’s happiness was held in the balance, she had dressed herself and softly crept downstairs.
“Nicolette!” Bertrand exclaimed. And at sight of her all the tenderness of past years, the ideal love of Paul for Virginie surged up in his heart like a great wave of warmth and of pity. “When did you come down?” She came forward into the room, treading softly like a little mouse, her face pale and her lips slightly quivering.
“A moment or two ago,” she replied simply.
“Then you heard—” he asked involuntarily.
“I heard,” she said slowly. “I heard your silence.”
Bertrand raised his two hands and hid his face in them. Never in his life had he felt so ashamed. Deydier went to his daughter’s side: he wanted to take her in his arms, to comfort her for this humiliation, which he had been the means of putting upon her, but she turned away from her father and came near to Bertrand. She seized both his wrists with her tiny hands, and dragged them away from his face.
“Look at me, Bertrand,” she said gently.
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And when his eyes, shamed and passionately imploring73 met hers, she went on quietly.
“Listen, Bertrand, when yesterday, on our dear island, I confessed to you that I had loved you—all my life—I did it without any thought, any hope that you loved me in return—You could not love me yet—I myself should despise you if you could so easily forget one love for another—but I did it with the firm belief that in time you would learn to love me——”
“Nicolette!” Bertrand cried, and her sweetsounding name was choked in a sob.
“Listen, my dear,” she continued firmly. “Nothing that has passed between my father and you can alter that belief—I love you and I shall love you all my life—I know that it is foolish to suppose that your family would come here and humbly74 beg me to be your wife—it would also be mad folly75 to ask you to give up your career in order to bury yourself here out of the world with me. That is not my idea of love: that was not in my thoughts yesterday when I confessed my love to you.”
“Nicolette!”
This time it was her father who protested, but she paid no heed76 to him. She was standing77 beside Bertrand and she was pleading for her love.
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“Nay, father dear,” she said resolutely78, “you have had your say. Now you must let me have mine. Listen, Tan-tan, what I confessed to you yesterday, that I still confess now. I have loved you always. I love you still. If you will take me now from whatever motive79, I am content, for I know that in time you will love me too. Until then I can wait. But if father makes it impossible for you to take me, then we will part, but without bitterness, for I shall understand. And father will understand, too, that without you, I cannot live. I have lain against your breast, my dear, your lips have clung to mine; if they tear me away from you, they will tear my heart out of my body now.”
At one time while she spoke80 her voice had broken, but in the end it was quite steady, only the tears ran steadily81 down her cheeks. Bertrand looked at her with a sort of hungry longing. He could not speak. Any word would have choked him. What he felt was intense humiliation, and, towards her, worship. When she had finished and still stood there before him, with hands clasped and the great tears rolling down her cheeks, he sank slowly on his knees. He seized both her little hands and
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pressed them against his aching forehead, his eyes, his lips: then with a passionate sob that he tried vainly to suppress, he went quickly out of the room.
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