"Will you tell the Lieutenant-Colonel, the Marquis d'Aumenier, that an officer returned from the wars desires to see him?" said Marteau to the footman who answered the door at the Governor's palace.
"So many wandering officers want to see His Excellency," said the servant superciliously1, "that I have instructions to require further enlightenment before I admit any to his presence."
"Say to your master," replied the other, his face flushing at the insolence2 of the servant, "that one from the village of Aumenier craves3 an audience on matters of great importance."
"And even that will scarcely be sufficient," began the lackey4.
"Enough!" thundered Marteau. "Carry my message to him instantly," he said fiercely, "or I shall throw you aside and carry it myself."
The servant looked at him a moment, and not relishing5 what he saw, turned on his heel and disappeared.
"His Excellency will see you, sir," he said, in a manner considerably6 more respectful when he returned a few moments later. "This way, sir. His Excellency is in the drawing-room, having finished his dinner. What name shall I announce?" he asked, his hand on the door.
"Announce no one," was the curt7 reply. "Open the door. I will make myself known."
The lackey threw open the door. Marteau entered the room and closed the door behind him. The drawing-room of the Governor's palace was brilliantly illuminated8. The Governor was receiving the officers of the garrison9 and the principal inhabitants of the city that night, but it was yet early in the evening, and none of them had arrived. The young officer had purposely planned his visit at that hour, in order that he might have a few moments' conversation with the Marquis before the invited guests arrived.
There were five people gathered about the fireplace, all engrossed10 in pleasant conversation apparently11. It was the second of March, and the weather made the fire blazing on the hearth12 very welcome. Four of the five people in the room were men; the fifth person was a woman. It was she whose attention was first aroused by the sound of the closing of the door. She faced about, her glance fell upon the newcomer, a cup which she held in her hand fell to the floor, the precious china splintering into a thousand fragments, her face turned as white as the lace of her low evening gown.
"Marteau!" she exclaimed in almost an agonized13 whisper.
"Mademoiselle," answered the soldier, bowing profoundly.
He was beautifully dressed in the nearest approach to the latest fashion that the best tailor in Grenoble could offer—thanks to the Major's purse—and, although his most becoming attire14 was not a uniform, his every movement betrayed the soldier, as his every look bespoke15 the man.
"And who have we here?" asked the oldest man of the group, the Marquis d'Aumenier himself, the attention of all being attracted to the newcomer by the crash of the broken china and the low exclamation17 of the young woman which none had made out clearly.
"By gad18!" bellowed19 out with tremendous voice a stout20 old man, whose red face and heavy body contrasted surprisingly with the pale face, the lean, thin figure of the old Marquis, "I am damned if it isn't the young Frenchman that held the château with us. Lad," he cried, stepping forward and stretching out his hand, "I am glad to see you alive. I asked after you, as soon as I came back to France, but they told me you were dead."
"On the contrary, as you see, sir, I am very much alive, and at Sir Gervaise Yeovil's service as always," said Marteau, meeting the Englishman's hand with his own, touched by the other's hearty21 greeting, whose genuineness no one could doubt. "And this gentleman?" he went on, turning to a young replica22 of the older man, who had stepped to his father's side.
"Is my son, Captain Frank Yeovil, of King George's Fifty-second Light Infantry23. By gad, I am glad to have him make your acquaintance. He is going to marry the Marquis' niece here—your old friend—when they can settle on a day. You had thoughts in that direction yourself, I remember," he went on, in his bluff24 way, "but I suppose you have got bravely over them by now," he laughed.
"I have resigned myself to the inevitable25, monsieur," answered Marteau with a calmness that he did not feel.
He did not dare to look at the Countess Laure as he spoke16. He could not have commanded himself if he had done so. His lips were compressed and his face was paler than before. The girl saw it. She had watched him, fascinated. The Englishman, young, frank, sunny-haired, gallant26, stepped up to him, shook him by his unwilling27 hand.
"I am glad to know you," he said. "I have heard how you saved my betrothed28's life and honor, and held the château. I have longed to meet you, to thank you."
"And I you," said Marteau. "You English are frank. I shall be likewise," he added. "It was not thus I wanted to meet you, monsieur, not in a drawing-room, in this peaceful dress, but—on the field."
"I understand," said the Englishman, sobered a little by the other's seriousness. "And if the war had continued perhaps we might have settled the—er"—his eyes sought those of his fiancée, but she was not looking at him—"our differences," he added, "in the old knightly29 way, but now——"
"Now it is impossible," assented30 Marteau, "since my Emperor and I are both defeated."
"Monsieur," broke in the high, rather sharp voice of the old Marquis, "that is a title which is no longer current in France. As loyal subjects of, the King the word is banished—like the man."
"I am but new to France, Monsieur le Marquis, and have not yet learned to avoid the ancient habit."
"And yet you are a Frenchman," commented the Marquis dryly. "You said you came from Aumenier. I did not catch your name, sir?"
"Marteau, at your service."
"One of the loyal Marteaux?"
"The last one, sir."
"And pray why are you new to France?"
"I have but two months since been released from an Austrian prison and an Austrian hospital."
"I made inquiry," said the Countess suddenly, the tones of her voice bespeaking31 her deep agitation32, "I caused the records to be searched. They said you were dead, that you had been killed at the bridge of Arcis with the rest of your regiment33."
"I was unfortunate enough to survive my comrades as you see, mademoiselle," said Marteau.
"And I thank God for that," said the Countess Laure. "I have never forgot what you did for me, and——"
"Nor has the memory of your interposition which twice saved my life escaped from my mind for a single instant, mademoiselle."
"Yes, it was very fine, no doubt, on the part of both of you," said Captain Yeovil, a little impatiently, because he did not quite see the cause of all this perturbation on the part of his betrothed; "but you are quits now, and for my part——"
"What I did for mademoiselle is nothing, monsieur. I shall always be in her debt," replied the Frenchman.
"Monsieur St. Laurent," said the Marquis, turning to the other occupant of the room, "my new adjutant, Monsieur Marteau," he added in explanation, "was there not a Marteau borne on the rolls of the regiment? I think I saw the name when I looked yesterday, and it attracted me because I knew it."
"Yes, your Excellency," said St. Laurent, "he was a Captain when he was detached."
"You were on service elsewhere, Monsieur mon Capitaine?" asked the Marquis.
"I was a Lieutenant-Colonel, your Excellency."
"And where and when?"
"On the day at Arcis. Made so by"—he threw up his head—"by him who cannot be named."
"Ah! Quite so," said the Marquis, helping34 himself to a pinch of snuff from a jeweled box, quite after the fashion of the old régime. He shut the box and tapped it gently. "There is, I believe, a vacancy35 in the regiment, a Captaincy. My gracious King, whom God and the saints preserve, leaves the appointment to me. It is at your service. I regret that I can offer you no higher rank. I shall be glad to have you in my command," he went on. "It is meet and right that you should be there. I and my house have been well served for generations by your house."
"I regret that I cannot accept your offer."
"Why not?" asked the Marquis haughtily36. "It is not to every wandering officer that I would have made it."
"I should have to swear allegiance to your King, monsieur, and that I——"
"Enough," said the Marquis imperiously. "The offer is withdrawn37. You may go, sir."
"I have a duty to discharge before I avail myself of your courteous39 permission," said the young man firmly.
"My uncle," said the girl, "you cannot dismiss Monsieur Jean Marteau in that cavalier fashion. It is due to him that I am here."
"No, curse me, Marquis," burst out Sir Gervaise, wagging his big head at the tall, French noble, "you don't know how much you owe to that young man. Why, even I would not have been here but for him."
"I am deeply sensible to the obligations under which he has laid me, both through the Comtesse Laure, and through you, old friend. I have just endeavored to discharge them. If there be any other way—— Monsieur is recently from prison—perhaps the state of his finances—if he would permit me——" continued the Marquis, who was not without generous impulses, it seemed.
"Sir," interrupted Marteau, "I thank you, but I came here to confer, not to receive, benefits."
"To confer, monsieur?"
"We Marteaux have been accustomed to render service, as the Marquis will recollect," he said proudly.
He drew forth40 a soiled, worn packet of papers. Because they had represented nothing of value to his captors they had not been taken. They had never left his person except during his long period of illness, when they had been preserved by a faithful official of the hospital and returned to him afterward41.
"Allow me to return these to the Marquis," he said, tendering them.
"And what are these?" asked the old man.
"The title deeds to the Aumenier estates, monsieur."
"The grant is waste paper," said the Marquis contemptuously.
"Not so," was the quick answer. "I have learned that the acts of the late—of—those which were duly and properly registered before the—present king ascended42 the throne are valid43. The estates are legally mine. You reject them. I——" he hesitated, he stepped over to the young woman—"I return them to you, mademoiselle. Her dowry, monsieur," he added, facing the Englishman, as he laid the packet down on the table by the side of the Countess Laure.
"Well, that's handsome of you," said the latter heartily44.
"I cannot take them," ejaculated the young woman, just a touch of contempt for her obtuse45 English lover in her voice. "I—— They are legally his. We shall have no need——"
"Nonsense," burst out the young English officer. "They are rightfully yours. They were taken from you by an usurper46 who——"
"Monsieur!" cried Marteau sharply.
"Well, sir?"
"He who cannot be named by order of the king is not to be slandered47 by order of——"
"Whose order?"
"Mine," said Marteau.
"Indeed," answered the Englishman, his face flushing as he laid his hand on his sword—he was wearing his uniform.
"Steady, steady," cried the old Baronet, interposing between the two. "The lad's right. If we can't name Bonaparte, it is only fair that we shouldn't abuse him. And the girl's right, too. You have no need of any such dowry. Thank God I have got acres and pounds of my own for the two of you and all that may come after."
"It strikes me, gentlemen," said the Marquis coolly, "that the disposal of the affair is mine. Marteau is right and I was wrong. Perhaps he has some claim to the estate. But, however that may be, he does well to surrender it to its ancient overlord. I accept it as my due. I shall see that he does not suffer for his generosity48."
"And does monsieur think that he could compensate49 me if he should give me the whole of France for the loss of——"
"Good God!" said the keen witted, keen eyed old Marquis, seeing Marteau's glance toward the young woman. "Are you still presuming to——"
"As man looks toward the sun that gives him life," said the young Frenchman, "so I look toward mademoiselle. But have no fear, monsieur," he went on to the English dragoon, "you have won her heart. I envy you but——"
"Marteau!" protested the Countess, the anguish50 in her soul speaking in her voice again.
How different the appearance of this slender, pale, delicate young Frenchman from the coarser-grained English soldier to whom she had plighted51 her troth, but to whom she had not given her heart. There was no doubt in her mind as to where her affections pointed52. Some of the pride of race, of high birth and ancient lineage, had been blown away in the dust of the revolution. She had played too long with the plain people on the ancient estate. She had been left too much to herself. She had seen Marteau in splendid and heroic roles. She saw him so now. She had been his companion and associate in her youth. But of all this none knew, and she was fain not to admit it even to herself.
"Have you anything more to communicate, Marteau, or to surrender?" asked the Marquis coldly.
To do him justice, any service Marteau might render him was quite in accord with the old noble's idea of what was proper and with the ancient feudal53 custom by which the one family had served the other for so long.
"I have yet something else to give up."
"Another estate?"
"A title."
"Ah, and what title, pray, and what interest have I in it?" asked the Marquis sarcastically54.
"I have here," said the young Frenchman, drawing forth another legal document, "a patent of nobility duly signed and attested55. It was delivered to me by special courier the day after the battle of Montereau."
"And you were created what, sir?"
"Count d'Aumenier, at your service, monsieur."
"Is this an insult?" exclaimed the Marquis, his pale face reddening.
"Sir," said the young man proudly, "it was given me by a man who has made more men noble, and established them, than all the kings of France before him. No power on earth could better make me Count or Prince or King, even."
"Sir! Sir!" protested the Marquis furiously.
"I value this gift but I do not need it now. I surrender it into your hands. You may destroy it. I shall formally and before a notary56 renounce57 it. It shall be as if it had not been."
The Marquis took the paper, unfolded it deliberately58 amid a breathless silence and glanced rapidly over it.
"Even so," he admitted.
He looked up at the gallant, magnanimous young Frenchman with more interest and more care than before; he noticed how pale and haggard and weak he appeared. He appreciated it for the first time. A little change came over the hard, stern face of the old noble. He, too, had suffered; he, too, had been hungry and weak and weary; he, too, had eaten his heart out longing59 for what seemed impossible. After all, they had been friends and more than friends, these ancient houses, the high born and the peasant born, for many generations.
"St. Laurent," he said sharply, "we have been remiss60. Monsieur is ill, a chair for him. Laure, a glass of wine."
Indeed, the constraint61 that Marteau had put upon himself had drawn38 heavily upon his scanty62 reserve of nervous force. St. Laurent did not like the task, but there was that in the Marquis's voice which warned him not to hesitate. He offered a chair, into which the young man sank. From a decanter on the table the girl, her hand trembling, poured out a glass of wine. Swiftly she approached him, she bent63 over him, moved by a sudden impulse, she sank on her knees by his side and tendered him the glass.
"On your knees, Laure!" protested the young Englishman. "It is not meet that——"
"In gratitude64 to a man who has served me well and who has set us all a noble example of renunciation by his surrender of land and title here in this very room."
"Rise, mademoiselle," said Marteau, taking the glass from her still trembling hand. "The honor is too great for me. I cannot remain seated unless——"
"Very pretty," said the Marquis coolly as young Captain Yeovil helped his reluctant young betrothed to her feet. "Your health, monsieur," he continued, taking up his own glass. "By all the saints, sir," he added as he drained his glass, "you have acted quite like a gentleman."
"'Quite,' my uncle?" quoted the young woman with deep emphasis on the word.
"Well, what more could I say to a Marteau?"
"What more indeed," said the young officer, smiling in proud disdain65.
"Damme if I wouldn't have left the 'quite' out," muttered the elder Yeovil.
"I have your leave to withdraw now, monsieur?" asked the young officer. "You dismissed me a moment since."
"Now I ask you to stay. By the cross of St. Louis," said the old Marquis, fingering his order, "I am proud of you, young man. Take the commission. I should like them to see what sort of men we breed in Champagne66 and——"
"I feel I shall be unequal to it. I must withdraw."
"Where are you staying?" asked the young woman eagerly.
"With Major Lestoype, an old comrade."
"And I shall see you once more?"
"I cannot hope to see mademoiselle again. Our ways lie apart."
"Enough," said the Countess imperiously. "It rests with me and I will see you again. Meanwhile, au revoir."
She offered her hand to the young Frenchman. He seized it eagerly.
"Monsieur allows the privilege to an old and faithful servitor?" he said to the young Englishman, who stood jealously looking on, and then, not waiting for an answer, he bent low and pressed his lips upon it.
Did that hand tremble in his own? Was there an upward movement as if to press it against his lips? He could not tell. He did not dare to speculate. The Countess closed her eyes and when she opened them again he was gone.
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