Inside, the window was furnished with a broad bancal of brown stamped Spanish leather, where the family might recline and have an eye from behind the curtains on all that was going forward in the busy world beneath them. Two of them sat there now, a man and a woman, but their backs were turned to the spectacle, and their faces to the large and richly furnished room. From time to time they stole a glance at each other, and their eyes told that they needed no other sight to make them happy.
Nor was it to be wondered at, for they were a well-favoured pair. She was very young, twenty at the most, with a face which was pale, indeed, and yet of a brilliant pallor, which was so clear and fresh, and carried with it such a suggestion of purity and innocence11, that one would not wish its maiden12 grace to be marred13 by an intrusion of colour. Her features were delicate and sweet, and her blue-black hair and long dark eyelashes formed a piquant14 contrast to her dreamy gray eyes and her ivory skin. In her whole expression there was something quiet and subdued15, which was accentuated16 by her simple dress of black taffeta, and by the little jet brooch and bracelet17 which were her sole ornaments18. Such was Adele Catinat, the only daughter of the famous Huguenot cloth-merchant.
But if her dress was sombre, it was atoned19 for by the magnificence of her companion. He was a man who might have been ten years her senior, with a keen soldier face, small well-marked features, a carefully trimmed black moustache, and a dark hazel eye which might harden to command a man, or soften20 to supplicate21 a woman, and be successful at either. His coat was of sky-blue, slashed across with silver braidings, and with broad silver shoulder-straps on either side. A vest of white calamanca peeped out from beneath it, and knee-breeches of the same disappeared into high polished boots with gilt22 spurs upon the heels. A silver-hilted rapier and a plumed23 cap lying upon a settle beside him completed a costume which was a badge of honour to the wearer, for any Frenchman would have recognised it as being that of an officer in the famous Blue Guard of Louis the Fourteenth. A trim, dashing soldier he looked, with his curling black hair and well-poised head. Such he had proved himself before now in the field, too, until the name of Amory de Catinat had become conspicuous25 among the thousands of the valiant26 lesser27 noblesse who had flocked into the service of the king.
They were first cousins, these two, and there was just sufficient resemblance in the clear-cut features to recall the relationship. De Catinat was sprung from a noble Huguenot family, but having lost his parents early he had joined the army, and had worked his way without influence and against all odds28 to his present position. His father’s younger brother, however, finding every path to fortune barred to him through the persecution29 to which men of his faith were already subjected, had dropped the “de” which implied his noble descent, and he had taken to trade in the city of Paris, with such success that he was now one of the richest and most prominent citizens of the town. It was under his roof that the guardsman now sat, and it was his only daughter whose white hand he held in his own.
“Tell me, Adele,” said he, “why do you look troubled?”
“I am not troubled, Amory,”
“Come, there is just one little line between those curving brows. Ah, I can read you, you see, as a shepherd reads the sky.”
“It is nothing, Amory, but—”
“But what?”
“You leave me this evening.”
“But only to return tomorrow.”
“And must you really, really go to-night?”
“It would be as much as my commission is worth to be absent. Why, I am on duty tomorrow morning outside the king’s bedroom! After chapel-time Major de Brissac will take my place, and then I am free once more.”
“Ah, Amory, when you talk of the king and the court and the grand ladies, you fill me with wonder.”
“And why with wonder?”
“To think that you who live amid such splendour should stoop to the humble30 room of a mercer.”
“Ah, but what does the room contain?”
“There is the greatest wonder of all. That you who pass your days amid such people, so beautiful, so witty31, should think me worthy32 of your love, me, who am such a quiet little mouse, all alone in this great house, so shy and so backward! It is wonderful!”
“Every man has his own taste,” said her cousin, stroking the tiny hand. “It is with women as with flowers. Some may prefer the great brilliant sunflower, or the rose, which is so bright and large that it must ever catch the eye. But give me the little violet which hides among the mosses33, and yet is so sweet to look upon, and sheds its fragrance34 round it. But still that line upon your brow, dearest.”
“I was wishing that father would return.”
“And why? Are you so lonely, then?”
Her pale face lit up with a quick smile. “I shall not be lonely until to-night. But I am always uneasy when he is away. One hears so much now of the persecution of our poor brethren.”
“Tut! my uncle can defy them.”
“He has gone to the provost of the Mercer Guild35 about this notice of the quartering of the dragoons.”
“Ah, you have not told me of that.”
“Here it is.” She rose and took up a slip of blue paper with a red seal dangling36 from it which lay upon the table. His strong, black brows knitted together as he glanced at it.
“Take notice,” it ran, “that you, Theophile Catinat, cloth-mercer of the Rue St. Martin, are hereby required to give shelter and rations37 to twenty men of the Languedoc Blue Dragoons under Captain Dalbert, until such time as you receive a further notice. [Signed] De Beaupre (Commissioner of the King).”
De Catinat knew well how this method of annoying Huguenots had been practised all over France, but he had flattered himself that his own position at court would have insured his kinsman38 from such an outrage39. He threw the paper down with an exclamation40 of anger.
“When do they come?”
“Father said to-night.”
“Then they shall not be here long. To-morrow I shall have an order to remove them. But the sun has sunk behind St. Martin’s Church, and I should already be upon my way.”
“No, no; you must not go yet.”
“I would that I could give you into your father’s charge first, for I fear to leave you alone when these troopers may come. And yet no excuse will avail me if I am not at Versailles. But see, a horseman has stopped before the door. He is not in uniform. Perhaps he is a messenger from your father.”
The girl ran eagerly to the window, and peered out, with her hand resting upon her cousin’s silver-corded shoulder.
“Ah!” she cried, “I had forgotten. It is the man from America. Father said that he would come today.”
“The man from America!” repeated the soldier, in a tone of surprise, and they both craned their necks from the window. The horseman, a sturdy, broad-shouldered young man, clean-shaven and crop-haired, turned his long, swarthy face and his bold features in their direction as he ran his eyes over the front of the house. He had a soft-brimmed gray hat of a shape which was strange to Parisian eyes, but his sombre clothes and high boots were such as any citizen might have worn. Yet his general appearance was so unusual that a group of townsfolk had already assembled round him, staring with open mouth at his horse and himself. A battered41 gun with an extremely long barrel was fastened by the stock to his stirrup, while the muzzle42 stuck up into the air behind him. At each holster was a large dangling black bag, and a gaily43 coloured red-slashed blanket was rolled up at the back of his saddle. His horse, a strong-limbed dapple-gray, all shiny with sweat above, and all caked with mud beneath, bent44 its fore24 knees as it stood, as though it were overspent. The rider, however, having satisfied himself as to the house, sprang lightly out of his saddle, and disengaging his gun, his blanket, and his bags, pushed his way unconcernedly through the gaping45 crowd and knocked loudly at the door.
“Who is he, then?” asked De Catinat. “A Canadian? I am almost one myself. I had as many friends on one side of the sea as on the other. Perchance I know him. There are not so many white faces yonder, and in two years there was scarce one from the Saguenay to Nipissing that I had not seen.”
“Nay, he is from the English provinces, Amory. But he speaks our tongue. His mother was of our blood.”
“And his name?”
“Is Amos—Amos—ah, those names! Yes, Green, that was it—Amos Green. His father and mine have done much trade together, and now his son, who, as I understand, has lived ever in the woods, is sent here to see something of men and cities. Ah, my God! what can have happened now?”
A sudden chorus of screams and cries had broken out from the passage beneath, with the shouting of a man and the sound of rushing steps. In an instant De Catinat was half-way down the stairs, and was staring in amazement46 at the scene in the hall beneath.
Two maids stood, screaming at the pitch of their lungs, at either side. In the centre the aged47 man-servant Pierre, a stern old Calvinist, whose dignity had never before been shaken, was spinning round, waving his arms, and roaring so that he might have been heard at the Louvre. Attached to the gray worsted stocking which covered his fleshless calf48 was a fluffy49 black hairy ball, with one little red eye glancing up, and the gleam of two white teeth where it held its grip. At the shrieks50, the young stranger, who had gone out to his horse, came rushing back, and plucking the creature off, he slapped it twice across the snout, and plunged51 it head-foremost back into the leather bag from which it had emerged.
“It is nothing,” said he, speaking in excellent French; “it is only a bear.”
“Ah, my God!” cried Pierre, wiping the drops from his brow. “Ah, it has aged me five years! I was at the door, bowing to monsieur, and in a moment it had me from behind.”
“It was my fault for leaving the bag loose. The creature was but pupped the day we left New York, six weeks come Tuesday. Do I speak with my father’s friend, Monsieur Catinat?”
“No, monsieur,” said the guardsman, from the staircase. “My uncle is out, but I am Captain de Catinat, at your service, and here is Mademoiselle Catinat, who is your hostess.”
The stranger ascended52 the stair, and paid his greetings to them both with the air of a man who was as shy as a wild deer, and yet who had steeled himself to carry a thing through. He walked with them to the sitting-room53, and then in an instant was gone again, and they heard his feet thudding upon the stairs. Presently he was back, with a lovely glossy54 skin in his hands. “The bear is for your father, mademoiselle,” said he. “This little skin I have brought from America for you. It is but a trifle, and yet it may serve to make a pair of mocassins or a pouch55.”
Adele gave a cry of delight as her hands sank into the depths of its softness. She might well admire it, for no king in the world could have had a finer skin. “Ah, it is beautiful, monsieur,” she cried; “and what creature is it? and where did it come from?”
“It is a black fox. I shot it myself last fall up near the Iroquois villages at Lake Oneida.”
She pressed it to her cheek, her white face showing up like marble against its absolute blackness. “I am sorry my father is not here to welcome you, monsieur,” she said; “but I do so very heartily56 in his place. Your room is above. Pierre will show you to it, if you wish.”
“My room? For what?”
“Why, monsieur, to sleep in!”
“And must I sleep in a room?”
De Catinat laughed at the gloomy face of the American.
“You shall not sleep there if you do not wish,” said he.
The other brightened at once and stepped across to the further window, which looked down upon the court-yard. “Ah,” he cried. “There is a beech-tree there, mademoiselle, and if I might take my blanket out yonder, I should like it better than any room. In winter, indeed, one must do it, but in summer I am smothered57 with a ceiling pressing down upon me.”
“You are not from a town then?” said De Catinat.
“My father lives in New York—two doors from the house of Peter Stuyvesant, of whom you must have heard. He is a very hardy58 man, and he can do it, but I—even a few days of Albany or of Schenectady are enough for me. My life has been in the woods.”
“I am sure my father would wish you to sleep where you like and to do what you like, as long as it makes you happy.”
“I thank you, mademoiselle. Then I shall take my things out there, and I shall groom59 my horse.”
“Nay, there is Pierre.”
“I am used to doing it myself.”
“Then I will come with you,” said De Catinat, “for I would have a word with you. Until tomorrow, then, Adele, farewell!”
“Until tomorrow, Amory.”
The two young men passed downstairs together, and the guardsman followed the American out into the yard.
“You have had a long journey,” he said.
“Yes; from Rouen.”
“Are you tired?”
“No; I am seldom tired.”
“Remain with the lady, then, until her father comes back.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I have to go, and she might need a protector.”
The stranger said nothing, but he nodded, and throwing off his black coat, set to work vigorously rubbing down his travel-stained horse.
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