“I think not. She is merely depressed3, as we all are, by the melancholy4 death of poor Le Croix.”
“I can well believe it,” returned Lewis. “Nevertheless, it seems to me that her careworn5 expression and deep despondency cannot be accounted for by that event.”
“You know that her father left last week very suddenly,” said Emma. “Perhaps there may be domestic affairs that weigh heavily on her. I know not, for she never refers to her family or kindred. The only time I ventured to do so she appeared unhappy, and quickly changed the subject.”
The cousins were sauntering near their hotel and observed Dr Lawrence hurry from the front door.
“Hallo! Lawrence,” called out Lewis.
“Ah! the very man I want,” exclaimed the Doctor, hastening to join them, “do you know that Miss Horetzki is ill?”
“How strange that we should just this moment have referred to her looking ill! Not seriously ill, I trust,” said Emma, with a troubled look in her sympathetic eyes.
“I hope not, but her case puzzles me more than any that I have yet met with. I fancy it may be the result of an overstrained nervous system, but there appears no present cause for that. She evidently possesses a vigorous constitution, and every one here is kind to her—her father particularly so. Even if she were in love, which she doesn’t seem to be (a faint twinkle in the Doctor’s eye here), that would not account for her condition.”
“I can’t help thinking,” observed Lewis, with a troubled look, “that her father is somehow the cause of her careworn looks. No doubt he is very kind to her in public, but may there not be a very different state of things behind the scenes?”
“I think not. The Count’s temper is gentle, and his sentiments are good. If he were irascible there might be something behind the scenes, for when restraint is removed and temper gets headway, good principles may check but cannot always prevent unkindness. Now, Emma, I have sought you and Lewis to ask for counsel. I do not say that Nita is seriously ill, but she is ill enough to cause those who love her—as I know you do—some anxiety. It is very evident to me, from what she says, that she eagerly desires her father to be with her, and yet when I suggest that he should be sent for, she nervously6 declines to entertain the proposal. If this strange state of mind is allowed to go on, it will aggravate7 the feverish8 attack from which she now suffers. I wish, therefore, to send for the Count without letting her know. Do you think this a wise step?”
“Undoubtedly; but why ask such a question of me?” said Emma, with a look of surprise.
“First, because you are Nita’s friend—not perhaps, a friend of long standing9, but, if I mistake not, a very loving one; and, secondly10, as well as chiefly, because I want you to find out from her where her father is at present, and let me know.”
“There is something disagreeably underhand in such a proceeding,” objected Emma.
“You know that a doctor is, or ought to be, considered a sort of pope,” returned Lawrence. “I absolve11 you from all guilt12 by assuring you that there is urgent need for pursuing the course I suggest.”
“Well, I will at all events do what I can to help you,” said Emma. “Shall I find her in her own room?”
“Yes, in bed, attended, with Mrs Stoutley’s permission, by Susan Quick. Get rid of the maid before entering on the subject.”
In a few minutes Emma returned to the Doctor, who still walked up and down in earnest conversation with Lewis. She had succeeded, she said, in persuading Nita to let her father be sent for, and the place to which he had gone for a few days was Saxon, in the Rhone valley. The Count’s address had also been obtained, but Nita had stipulated13 that the messenger should on no account disturb her father by entering the house, but should send for him and wait outside.
“Strange prohibition14!” exclaimed Lawrence. “However, we must send off a messenger without delay.”
“Stay,” said Lewis, detaining his friend; “there seems to be delicacy15 as well as mystery connected with this matter, you must therefore allow me to be the messenger.”
Lawrence had no objection to the proposal, and in less than an hour Lewis, guided by Antoine Grennon, was on the road to Martigny by way of the celebrated17 pass of the Tête-Noire.
The guide was one of Nature’s gentlemen. Although low in the social scale, and trained in a rugged18 school, he possessed19 that innate20 refinement21 of sentiment and feeling—a gift of God sometimes transmitted through a gentle mother—which makes a true gentleman. Among men of the upper ranks this refinement of soul may be counterfeited22 by the superficial polish of manners; among those who stand lower in the social scale it cannot be counterfeited at all, but still less can it be concealed23. As broadcloth can neither make nor mar16 a true gentleman, so fustian24 cannot hide one. If Antoine Grennon had been bred “at Court,” and arrayed in sumptuous25 apparel, he could not have been more considerate than he was of the feelings and wishes of others, or more gentle, yet manly26, in his demeanour.
If, on an excursion, you wished to proceed in a certain direction, Antoine never suggested that you should go in another, unless there were insurmountable difficulties in the way. If you chanced to grow weary, you could not have asked Antoine to carry your top-coat, because he would have observed your condition and anticipated your wishes. If you had been inclined to talk he would have chatted away by the hour on every subject that came within the range of his knowledge, and if you had taken him beyond his depth, he would have listened by the hour with profound respect, obviously pleased, and attempting to understand you. Yet he would not have “bored” you. He possessed great tact27. He would have allowed you to lead the conversation, and when you ceased to do so he would have stopped. He never looked sulky or displeased28. He never said unkind things, though he often said and did kind ones, and, with all that, was as independent in his opinions as the whistling wind among his native glaciers29. In fact he was a prince among guides, and a pre-eminently unselfish man.
Heigho! if all the world—you and I, reader, included—bore a stronger resemblance to Antoine Grennon, we should have happy times of it. Well, well, don’t let us sigh despairingly because of our inability to come up to the mark. It is some comfort that there are not a few such men about us to look up to as exemplars. We know several such, both men and women, among our own friends. Let’s be thankful for them. It does us good to think of them!
From what we have said, the reader will not be surprised to hear that, after the first words of morning salutation, Lewis Stoutley walked smartly along the high road leading up the valley of Chamouni in perfect silence, with Antoine trudging31 like a mute by his side.
Lewis was too busy with his thoughts to speak at first. Nita’s illness, and the mystery connected somehow with the Count, afforded food not only for meditation32, but anxiety, and it was not until the town lay far behind them that he looked at his guide, and said:—
“The route over the Tête-Noire is very grand, I am told?”
“Very grand, Monsieur—magnificent!”
“You are well acquainted with it, doubtless?”
“Yes; I have passed over it hundreds of times. Does Monsieur intend to make a divergence33 to the Col de Balme?”
“No; I have urgent business on hand, and must push on to catch the railway. Would the divergence you speak of take up much time? Is the Col de Balme worth going out of one’s way to see?”
“It is well worthy34 of a visit,” said the guide, replying to the last query35 first, “as you can there have a completely uninterrupted view—one of the very finest views of Mont Blanc, and all its surroundings. The time required for the divergence is little more than two hours; with Monsieur’s walking powers perhaps not so much; besides, there is plenty of time, as we shall reach Martigny much too soon for the train.”
“In that case we shall make the détour,” said Lewis. “Are the roads difficult?”
“No; quite easy. It is well that Monsieur dispensed36 with a mule37, as we shall be more independent; and a mule is not so quick in its progress as an active man.”
While they chatted thus, walking at a quick pace up the valley, Antoine, observing that his young charge was now in a conversational38 frame of mind, commented on the magnificent scenery, and drew attention to points of interest as they came into view.
Their route at first lay in the low ground by the banks of the river Arve, which rushed along, wild and muddy, as if rejoicing in its escape from the superincumbent glaciers that gave it birth. The great peaks of the Mont Blanc range hemmed39 them in on the right, the slopes of the Brévent on the left. Passing the village of Argentière with rapid strides, and pausing but a few moments to look at the vast glacier30 of the same name which pours into the valley the ice-floods gendered among the heights around the Aiguille Verte and the Aiguille du Chardonnet, which rise respectively to a height of above 13,400 and 12,500 feet they reached the point where the Tête-Noire route diverged40 to the left at that time, in the form of a mere2 bridle-path, and pushed forward towards the Col, or pass.
On the way, Antoine pointed41 out heaps of slabs42 of black slate43. These, he said, were collected by the peasants, who, in spring, covered their snow-clad fields with them; the sun, heating the slabs, caused the snow beneath to melt rapidly; and thus, by a very simple touch of art, they managed to wrest44 from Nature several weeks that would otherwise have been lost!
As they rose into the higher grounds, heaps and rude pillars of stone were observed. These were the landmarks45 which guided travellers through that region when it was clad in its wintry robe of deep snow, and all paths obliterated46.
At last they stood on the Col de Balme. There was a solitary47 inn there, but Antoine turned aside from it and led his companion a mile or so to one side, to a white stone, which marked the boundary between Switzerland and France.
It is vain to attempt in words a description of scenes of grandeur48. Ink, at the best, is impotent in such matters; even paint fails to give an adequate idea. We can do no more than run over a list of names. From this commanding point of view Mont Blanc is visible in all his majesty—vast, boundless49, solemn, incomprehensible—with his Aiguilles de Tour, d’Argentière, Verte, du Dru, de Charmoz, du Midi, etcetera, around him; his white head in the clouds, his glacial drapery rolling into the vale of Chamouni, his rocks and his pine-clad slopes toned down by distance into fine shadows. On the other side of the vale rise the steeps of the Aiguilles Rouges50 and the Brévent. To the north towers the Croix de Fer, and to the north-east is seen the entire chain of the Bernese Alps, rising like a mighty51 white leviathan, with a bristling52 back of pinnacles53.
Splendid though the view was, however, Lewis did not for a moment forget his mission. Allowing himself only a few minutes to drink it in, he hastened back to the Tête-Noire path, and soon found himself traversing a widely different scene. On the Col he had, as it were, stood aloof54, and looked abroad on a vast and glorious region; now, he was involved in its rocky, ridgy55, woody details. Here and there long vistas56 opened up to view, but, for the most part, his vision was circumscribed57 by towering cliffs and deep ravines. Sometimes he was down in the bottom of mountain valleys, at other times walking on ledges58 so high on the precipice-faces, that cottages in the vales below seemed little bigger than sheep. Now the country was wooded and soft; anon it was barren and rocky, but never tame or uninteresting.
At one place, where the narrow gorge59 was strewn with huge boulders60, Antoine pointed out a spot where two Swiss youths had been overwhelmed by an avalanche61. It had come down from the red gorges62 of the Aiguilles Rouges, at a spot where the vale, or pass, was comparatively wide. Perhaps its width had induced the hapless lads to believe themselves quite safe from anything descending63 on the other side of the valley. If so, they were mistaken; the dreadful rush of rock and wrack64 swept the entire plain, and buried them in the ruin.
Towards evening the travellers reached Martigny in good time for the train, which speedily conveyed them to Saxon.
This town is the only one in Switzerland—the only one, indeed, in Europe with the exception of Monaco—which possesses that great blight65 on civilisation66, a public gambling-table. That the blight is an unusually terrible one may be assumed from the fact that every civilised European nation has found it absolutely necessary to put such places down with a strong hand.
At the time Lewis Stoutley visited the town, however, it was not so singular in its infamy67 as it now is. He was ignorant of everything about the place save its name. Going straight to the first hotel that presented itself, he inquired for the Count Horetzki. The Count he was told, did not reside there; perhaps he was at the Casino.
To the Casino Lewis went at once. It was an elegant Swiss building, the promenade68 of which was crowded with visitors. The strains of music fell sweetly on the youth’s ear as he approached.
Leaving Antoine outside, he entered, and repeated his inquiries69 for the Count.
They did not know the Count, was the reply, but if Monsieur would enter the rooms perhaps he might find him.
Lewis, remembering the expressed desire of Nita, hesitated, but as no one seemed inclined to attend to his inquiries, beyond a civil reply that nothing was known about the Count he entered, not a little surprised at the difficulty thrown in his way.
The appearance of the salon70 into which he was ushered71 at once explained the difficulty, and at the same time sent a sudden gleam of light into his mind. Crowds of ladies and gentlemen—some eager, some anxious, others flippant or dogged, and a good many quite calm and cool—surrounded the brilliantly-lighted gaming tables. Every one seemed to mind only his own business, and each man’s business may be said to have been the fleecing of his neighbour to the utmost of his power—not by means of skill or wisdom, but by means of mere chance, and through the medium of professional gamblers and rouge-et-noir.
With a strange fluttering at his heart, for he remembered his own weakness, Lewis hurried forward and glanced quickly at the players. Almost the first face he saw was that of the Count. But what a changed countenance72! Instead of the usual placid73 smile, and good-humoured though sad expression about the eyes, there was a terrible look of intense fixed74 anxiety, with deep-knotted lines on his brow, and a horribly drawn75 look about the mouth.
“Make your play, gentlemen,” said the presiding genius of the tables, as he spun76 round the board on the action of which so much depended.
The Count had already laid his stake on the table, and clutched his rake with such violence as almost to snap the handle.
Other players had also placed their stakes, some with cool calculating precision, a few with nervous uncertainty77, many with apparent indifference78. With the exception of the Count and a lady near him, however, there was little of what might indicate very strong feeling on any countenance. One young and pretty girl, after placing her little pile of silver, stood awaiting the result with calm indifference—possibly assumed. Whatever might be the thoughts or feelings of the players, there was nothing but business-like gravity stamped on the countenances79 of the four men who presided over the revolving80 board, each with neatly-arranged rows of silver five-franc pieces in front of him, and a wooden rake lying ready to hand. Each player also had a rake, with which he or she pushed the coins staked upon a certain space of the table, or on one of the dividing lines, which gave at least a varied81, if not a better, chance.
The process of play was short and sharp. For a few seconds the board spun, the players continuing to place, or increase, or modify the arrangement of the stakes up to nearly the last moment. As the board revolved82 more slowly a pea fell into a hole—red or black—and upon this the fate of each hung. A notable event, truly, on which untold83 millions of money have changed hands, innumerable lives have been sacrificed, and unspeakable misery84 and crime produced in days gone by!
The decision of the pea—if we may so express it—was quietly stated, and to an ignorant spectator it seemed as if the guardians85 of the table raked all the stakes into their own maws. But here and there, like white rocks in a dark sea, several little piles were left untouched. To the owners of these a number of silver pieces were tossed—tossed so deftly86 that we might almost say it rained silver on those regions of the table. No wizard of legerdemain87 ever equalled the sleight88 of hand with which these men pitched, reckoned, manipulated, and raked in silver pieces!
The Count’s pile remained untouched, and a bright flush suffused89 his hitherto pale cheeks while the silver rain was falling on his square, but to the surprise of Lewis, he did not rake it towards him as did the others. He left the increased amount on exactly the same spot, merely drawing it gently together with his rake. As he did so the knotted haggard look returned to his once again bloodless brow and face. Not less precise and silent were his companions. The board again spun round; the inexorable pea fell; the raking and raining were repeated, and again the Count’s stake lay glittering before him. His eyes glittered even more brightly than the silver. Lewis concluded that he must have been brought down to desperate poverty, and meant to recover himself by desperate means, for he left the whole stake again on the same spot.
This time the pea fell into black. The colour was symbolic90 of the Count’s feelings, for next moment the silver heap was raked from before him, along with other heaps, as if nothing unusual had happened; and, in truth, nothing had. Wholesale91 ruin and robbery was the daily occupation there!
For a few seconds the Count gazed at the blank space before him with an expression of stony92 unbelief; then springing suddenly to his feet, he spurned93 his chair from him and rushed from the room. So quick was the movement, that he had reached the door and passed out before Lewis could stop him.
Springing after him with a feeling of great alarm, the youth dashed across the entrance-hall, but turned in the wrong direction. Being put right by a porter, he leaped through the doorway94 and looked for Antoine, who, he knew, must have seen the Count pass, but Antoine was not there.
As he quickly questioned one who stood near, he thought he saw a man running among the adjacent shrubbery. He could not be sure, the night being dark, but he promptly95 ran after him. On dashing round a turn in the gravel-walk, he found two men engaged in what appeared to be a deadly struggle. Suddenly the place was illumined by a red flash, a loud report followed, and one of the two fell.
“Ah! Monsieur,” exclaimed Antoine, as Lewis came forward, “aid me here; he is not hurt, I think.”
“Hurt! Do you mean that he tried to shoot himself?”
“He had not time to try, but I’m quite sure that he meant to,” said Antoine; “so I ran after him and caught his hand. The pistol exploded in the struggle.”
As the guide spoke96, the Count rose slowly. The star-light was faint, but it sufficed to show that the stony look of despair was gone, and that the gentle expression, natural to him, had returned. He was deadly pale, and bowed his head as one overwhelmed with shame.
“Oh pardon, Monsieur!” exclaimed poor Antoine, as he thought of the roughness with which he had been compelled to treat him. “I did not mean to throw you.”
“You did not throw me, friend. I tripped and fell,” replied the Count, in a low, husky voice. “Mr Stoutley,” he added, turning to Lewis, “by what mischance you came here I know not but I trust that you were not—were not—present. I mean—do you know the cause of my conduct—this—”
He stopped abruptly97.
“My dear sir,” said Lewis, in a low, kind voice, at the same time grasping the Count’s hand, and leading him aside, “I was in the rooms; I saw you there; but believe me when I assure you, that no feeling but that of sympathy can touch the heart of one who has been involved in the meshes98 of the same net.”
The Count’s manner changed instantly. He returned the grasp of the young man, and looked eagerly in his face, as he repeated—
“Has been involved! How, then, did you escape?”
“I’m not sure that I have escaped,” answered Lewis, sadly.
“Not sure! Oh, young man, make sure. Give no rest to your soul till you are quite sure. It is a dreadful net—terrible! When once wrapped tightly round one there is no escape—no escape. In this it resembles its sister passion—the love of strong drink.”
The Count spoke with such deep pathos99, and in tones so utterly100 hopeless, that Lewis’s ready sympathies were touched, and he would have given anything to be able to comfort his friend, but never before having been called upon to act as a comforter, he felt sorely perplexed101.
“Call it not a passion,” he said. “The love of gaming, as of drink, is a disease; and a disease may be cured—has been cured, even when desperate.”
The Count shook his head.
“You speak in ignorance, Mr Stoutley. You know nothing of the struggles I have made. It is impossible.”
“With God all things are possible,” replied Lewis, quoting, almost to his own surprise, a text of Scripture102. “But forgive my delay,” he added; “I came here on purpose to look for you. Your daughter Nita is ill—not seriously ill, I believe,” he said, on observing the Count’s startled look, “but ill enough to warrant your being sent for.”
“I know—I know,” cried the Count, with a troubled look, as he passed his hand across his brow. “I might have expected it. She cannot sustain the misery I have brought on her. Oh! why was I prevented from freeing her from such a father. Is she very ill? Did she send for me? Did she tell you what I am?”
The excited manner and wild aspect of the gambler, more than the words, told of a mind almost, if not altogether, unhinged. Observing this with some anxiety, Lewis tried to soothe103 him. While leading him to an hotel, he explained the nature of Nita’s attack as well as he could, and said that she had not only refrained from saying anything about her father, but that she seemed excessively unwilling104 to reveal the name of the place to which he had gone, or to send for him.
“No one knows anything unfavourable about Count Horetzki,” said Lewis, in a gentle tone, “save his fellow-sinner, who now assures him of his sincere regard. As for Antoine Grennon, he is a wise, and can be a silent, man. No brother could be more tender of the feelings of others than he. Come, you will consent to be my guest to-night. You are unwell; I shall be your amateur physician. My treatment and a night of rest will put you all right, and to-morrow, by break of day, we will hie back to Chamouni over the Tête-Noire.”
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uncertainty
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