If she could only have been as sure of the heart of her chosen one as she had formerly3 been! But the cunning innuendoes4 of the countess, and the impudent5 asseverations of Sir Thorn, had done their work, and shaken her faith. Daniel had been absent for nearly a year now, and during all that time she had written to him every month; but she had received from him only two letters through M. de Brevan,—and what letters! Very polite, very cold, and almost without a word of hope.
If Daniel upon his return should abandon her!
And still, the more she reflected with all that lucidity6 with which the approach of a great crisis inspired her, the more she became impressed with the absolute necessity of flight. Yes, she must face unknown dangers, but only in order to escape from dangers which she knew but too well. She was relying upon a man who was almost a stranger to her; but was not this the only way to escape from the insults of a wretch7 who had become the boon8 companion, the friend, and the counsellor of her father? Finally, she sacrificed her reputation, that is, the appearance of honor; but she saved the reality, honor itself.
Ah, it was hard! As long as the day lasted on Wednesday, she was wandering about, pale as a ghost, all over the vast palace. She bade farewell to this beloved house, full of souvenirs of eighteen years in which she had played as a child, where Daniel’s voice had caused her heart to beat loud and fast, and where her sainted mother had died. And in the evening, at table, big tears were rolling down her cheeks as she watched the stupidly-triumphant serenity9 of her father.
The next day, however, Thursday, Henrietta complained, as was agreed upon, of a violent headache; and the doctor was sent for. He found her in a violent fever, and ordered her to keep her bed. He little knew that he was thus restoring the poor girl to liberty. As soon as he had left, she rose; and, like a dying person who makes all her last dispositions10, she hastened to put every thing in order in her drawers, putting together what she meant to keep, and burning what she wished to keep from the curiosity of the countess and her accomplices11.
M. de Brevan had recommended her not to take her jewels. She left them, therefore, with the exception of such as she wore every day, openly displayed on a chiffonnier. The manner of her escape forbade her taking much baggage; and still some linen12 was indispensable. Upon reflection it did not seem to her inexpedient to take a small carpet- bag, which her mother had given her, and which contained a dressing- case, all the articles in which were of solid gold and of marvellously fine workmanship. When her preparations were complete, she wrote to her father a long letter, in which she explained fully the motives13 of her desperate resolution.
Then she waited. Night had fallen long since; and the last preparations for a princely entertainment filled the palace with noise and movement. She could hear the hasty steps of busy servants, the loud orders of butlers and stewards14, the hammer of upholsterers who gave here and there a final touch.
Soon there came the rolling of wheels on the fine gravel15 in the court- yard, and the arrival of the first guests.
Henceforth it was for Henrietta only a question of minutes; and she counted them by her watch with a terrible beating of her heart. At last the hands marked a quarter before ten. Acting16 almost automatically, she rose, threw an immense cashmere shawl over her shoulders; and, taking her little bag in her hand, she escaped from her room, and slipped along the passages to the servants’ stairs.
She went on tiptoe, holding her breath, eye and ear on the watch, ready at the smallest noise to run back, or to rush into the first open room. Thus she got down without difficulty, reached the dark hall at the foot of the staircase; and there in the shade, seated on her little bag, she waited, out of breath, her hair moist with a cold perspiration18, her teeth clattering19 in her mouth from fear. At last it struck ten o’clock; and the vibration20 of the bell could still be heard, when M. de Brevan’s coupe stopped at the door.
His coachman was certainly a skilful21 driver. Pretending to have lost the control of his horse, he made it turn round, and forced it back with such admirable awkwardness, that the carriage came close up to the wall, and the right hand door was precisely22 in the face of the dark little hall in which Henrietta was standing23. As quick as lightning M. de Brevan jumped out. Henrietta rushed forward. Nobody saw any thing.
A moment later the carriage slowly drove out of the court-yard of the palace of Count Ville-Handry, and stopped at some little distance.
It was done. In leaving her father’s house, Miss Ville-Handry had broken with all the established laws of society. She was at the mercy now of what might follow; and, according as events might turn out favorable or unfavorable, she was saved or lost. But she did not think of that. As the danger of being surprised passed away, the feverish24 excitement that had kept her up so far, also subsided25, and she was lying, undone26, on the cushions, when the door suddenly opened, and a man appeared. It was M. de Brevan.
“Well, madam,” he cried with a strangely embarrassed voice, “we have conquered. I have just presented my respects to the Countess Sarah and her worthy27 companions; I have shaken hands with Count Ville-Handry; and no one has the shadow of a suspicion.” And, as Henrietta said nothing, he added,—
“Now I think we ought to lose no time; for I must show myself again at the ball as soon as possible. Your lodgings29 are ready for you, madam; and I am going, with your leave, to drive you there.”
She raised herself, and said, with a great effort,—
“Do so, sir!”
M. de Brevan had already jumped into the carriage, which started at full gallop30; and, while they were driving along, he explained to Henrietta how she would have to conduct herself in the house in which he had engaged a lodging28 for her. He had spoken of her, he said, as of one of his relatives from the provinces, who had suffered a reverse of fortune, and who had come to Paris in the hope of finding here some way to earn her living.
“Remember this romance, madam,” he begged her, “and let your words and actions be in conformity31 with it. And especially be careful never to utter my name or your father’s. Remember that you are still under age, that you will be searched for anxiously, and that the slightest indiscretion may put them upon your traces.”
Then, as she still kept silent, weeping, he wanted to take her hand, and thus noticed the little bag which she had taken.
“What is that?” he asked, in a tone, which, under its affected33 gentleness, betrayed no small dissatisfaction.
“Some indispensable articles.”
“Ah! you did not after all take your jewels, madam?”
“No, certainly not, sir!”
Still this persistency34 on the part of M. de Brevan began to strike her as odd; and she would have betrayed her surprise, if the carriage had not at that moment stopped suddenly before No. 23 Water Street.
“Here we are, madam,” said M. de Brevan.
And, lightly jumping down, he rang the bell at the door, which opened immediately. The room of the concierge35 was still light. M. de Brevan walked straight up to it, and opened the door like a man who is at home in a house.
“It is I,” he said.
A man and a woman, the concierge and his wife, who had been dozing36, her nose in a paper, started up suddenly.
“Monsieur Maxime!” they said with one voice.
“I bring,” said M. de Brevan, “my young kinswoman, of whom I told you, Miss Henrietta.”
If Henrietta had had the slightest knowledge of Parisian customs, she would have guessed from the bows of the concierge, and the courtesies of his wife, how liberally they had been rewarded in advance.
“The young lady’s room is quite ready,” said the man.
“My husband has arranged every thing himself,” broke in his wife; “it was no trifle, after the papering had been done. And I—I made a fine fire there as early as five o’clock, to take out the dampness.”
“Let us go up then,” said Brevan.
The concierge and his wife, however, were economical people; and the gas on the stairs had long since been put out.
“Give me a candlestick, Chevassat,” said the woman to her husband.
And with her lighted candle she went ahead, lighting37 M. de Brevan and Henrietta, and stopping at every landing to praise the neatness of the house. At last, in the fifth story, at the entrance to a dark passage, she opened a door, and said,—
“Here we are! The young lady will see how nice it is.”
It might possibly have been nice in her eyes; but Henrietta, accustomed to the splendor38 of her father’s palace, could not conceal39 a gesture of disgust. This more than modest chamber40 looked to her like a garret such as she would not have permitted the least of her maids to occupy at home.
But never mind! She went in bravely, putting her travelling-bag on a bureau, and taking off her shawl, as if to take possession of the lodging. But her first impression had not escaped M. de Brevan. He drew her into the passage while the woman was stirring the fire, and said in a low voice,—
“I like it as it is, sir.”
“You will want a great many things, no doubt; but we will see to that to-morrow. To-night I must leave you: you know it is all important that I should be seen again at your father’s house.”
“You are quite right; sir, go, make haste!”
Still he did not wish to go without having once more recommended his “young kinswoman” to Mrs. Chevassat. He only left when she had over and over again assured him that there was nothing more to be done; and then the woman also went down.
The terrible emotions which had shaken and undermined Henrietta during the last forty-eight hours were followed now by a feeling of intense astonishment42 at what she had done, at the irrevocable step she had taken. Her quiet life had been interrupted by an event which to her appeared more stupendous than if a mountain had been moved. Standing by the mantle-piece, she looked at her pale face in the little looking-glass, and said to herself,—
“Is that myself, my own self?”
Yes, it was she herself, the only daughter of the great Count Ville- Handry, here in a strange house, in a wretched garret-room, which she called her own. It was she, yesterday still surrounded by princely splendor, waited on by an army of servants, now in want of almost every thing, and having for her only servant the old woman to whom M. de Brevan had recommended her.
Was this possible? She could hardly believe it herself. Still she felt no repentance43 at what she had done. She could not remain any longer in her father’s house where she was exposed to the vilest44 insults from everybody. Could she have stayed any longer?
“But what is the use,” she said to herself, “of thinking of what is past? I must not allow myself to think of it; I must shake off this heaviness.”
And, to occupy her mind, she rose and went about to explore her new home, and to examine all it contained. It was one of those lodgings about which the owners of houses rarely trouble themselves, and where they never make the smallest repairs, because they are always sure of renting them out just as they are. The floor, laid in bricks, was going to pieces; and a number of bricks were loose, and shaking in their layers of cement. The ceiling was cracked, and fell off in scales; while all along the walls it was blackened by flaring45 tallow-candles. The papering, a greasy46, dirty gray paper, preserved the fingermarks of all the previous occupants of the room from the time it had first been hung. The furniture, also, was in keeping with the room,—a walnut47 bedstead with faded calico curtains, a chest of drawers, a table, two chairs, and a miserable48 arm-chair; that was all.
A short curtain hung before the window. By the side of the bed was a little strip of carpeting; and on the mantlepiece a zinc49 clock between two blue glass vases. Nothing else!
How could M. de Brevan ever have selected such a room, such a hole? Henrietta could not comprehend it. He had told her, and she had believed him, that they must use extreme caution. But would she have been any more compromised, or in greater danger of being discovered by the Countess Sarah, if they had papared the room anew, put a simple felt carpet on the floor, and furnished the room a little more decently?
Still she did not conceive any suspicion even yet. She thought it mattered very little where and how she was lodged50. She hoped it was, after all, only for a short time, and consoled herself with the thought that a cell in a convent would have been worse still. And any thing was better than her father’s house.
“At least,” she said, “I shall be quiet and undisturbed here.”
Perhaps she was to be morally quiet; for as to any other peace, she was soon to be taught differently. Accustomed to the profound stillness of the immense rooms in her father’s palace, Henrietta had no idea, of course, of the incessant51 movement that goes on in the upper stories of these Paris lodging-houses, which contain the population of a whole village, and where the tenants53, separated from each other by thin partition-walls, live, so to say, all in public.
Sleep, under such circumstances, becomes possible only after long experience; and the poor girl had to pay very dear for her apprenticeship54. It was past four o’clock before she could fall asleep, overcome by fatigue55; and then it was so heavy a sleep, that she was not aroused by the stir in the whole house as day broke. It was broad daylight, hence, when she awoke; and a pale sun-ray was gliding56 into the room through the torn curtain. The zinc clock pointed57 at twelve o’clock. She rose and dressed hastily.
Yesterday, when she rose, she rang her bell, and her maid came in promptly58, made a fire, brought her her slippers59, and threw over her shoulders a warm, wadded dressing-wrapper. But to-day!
This thought carried her back to her father’s house. What were they doing there at this hour? Her escape was certainly known by this time. No doubt they had sent the servants out in all directions. Her father, most probably, had gone to call in the aid of the police. She felt almost happy at the idea of being so safely concealed60; and looking around her chamber, which appeared even more wretched by daylight than last night, she said,—
“No, they will never think of looking for me here!”
In the meantime she had discovered a small supply of wood near the fireplace; and, as it was cold, she was busy making a fire, when somebody knocked at her door. She opened; and Mrs. Chevassat, the wife of the concierge appeared.
“It is I, my pretty young lady,” she said as she entered. “Not seeing you come down, I said to myself, ‘I must go up to look after her.’ And have you slept well?”
“Very well, madam, thank you!”
“Now, that’s right. And how is your appetite? For that was what I came up for. Don’t you think you might eat a little something?”
Henrietta not only thought of it; but she was very hungry. For there are no events and no adventures, no excitements and no sorrows, which prevent us from getting hungry; the tyranny of our physical wants is stronger than any thing else.
“I would be obliged to you, madam,” she said, “if you would bring me up some breakfast.”
“If I would! As often as you desire, my pretty young lady. Just give me the time to boil an egg, and to roast a cutlet, and I’ll be up again.”
Ordinarily sour-tempered, and as bitter as wormwood, Mrs. Chevassat had displayed all the amiability61 of which she was capable, hiding under a veil of tender sympathy the annoying eagerness of her eyes. Her hypocrisy62 was all wasted. The efforts she made were too manifest not to arouse the very worst suspicions.
“I am sure,” thought Henrietta, “she is a bad woman.”
Her suspicions were only increased when the worthy woman reappeared, bringing her breakfast, and setting it out on a little table before the fire, with all kinds of hideous63 compliments.
“You’ll see how very well every thing is cooked, miss,” she said.
Then, while Henrietta was eating, she sat down on a chair near the door, and commenced talking, without ever stopping. To hear her, the new tenant52 ought to thank her guardian64 angel who had brought her to this charming house, No. 23 Water Street, where there was such a concierge with such a wife!—he, the best of men; she, a real treasure of kindness, gentleness, and, above all, discretion32.
“Quite an exceptional house,” she added, “as far as the tenants are concerned. They are all people of notoriously high standing, from the wealthy old ladies in the best story to Papa Ravinet in the fourth story, and not excepting the young ladies who live in the small rooms in the back building.”
Then, having passed them all in review, she began praising M. de Brevan, whom she always called M. Maxime. She declared that he had won her heart from the beginning, when he had first come to the house, day before yesterday, to engage the room. She had never seen a more perfect gentleman, so kind, so polite, and so liberal! With her great experience, she had at once recognized in him one of those men who seem to be born expressly for the purpose of inspiring the most violent passions, and of securing the most lasting65 attachments66.
Besides, she added with a hideous smile, she was sure of his deep interest in her pretty new tenant; and she was so well convinced of this, that she would be happy to devote herself to her service, even without any prospect67 of payment.
This did not prevent her from saying to Henrietta, as soon as she had finished her breakfast,—
“You owe me two francs, miss; and, if you would like it, I can board you for five francs a day.”
Thereupon she went into a lively discussion to show that this would be on her part a mere17 act of kindness, because, considering how dear every thing was, she would most assuredly lose.
But Henrietta stopped her. Drawing from her purse a twenty-franc piece, she said,—
“Make yourself paid, madam.”
This was evidently not what the estimable woman expected; for she drew back with an air of offended dignity, and protested,—
“What do you take me to be, miss? Do you think me capable of asking for payment?”
And, shrugging her shoulders, she added,—
“Besides, does not all that regards your expenses concern M. Maxime?”
Thereupon she quickly folded the napkin, took the plates, and disappeared. Henrietta did not know what to think of it. She could not doubt that this Megsera pursued some mysterious aim with all her foolish talk; but she could not possibly guess what that aim could be. And still that was not all that kept her thoughts busy. What frightened her most of all was the feeling that she was evidently altogether at M. de Brevan’s mercy. All her possessions amounted to about two hundred francs. She was in want of every thing, of the most indispensable articles: she had not another dress, nor another petticoat. Why had not M. de Brevan thought of that beforehand? Was he waiting for her to tell him of her distress68, and to ask him for money? She could not think so, and she attributed his neglect to his excitement, thinking that he would no doubt come soon to ask how she was, and place himself at her service.
But the day passed away slowly, and night came; but he did not appear. What did this mean? What unforeseen event could have happened? what misfortune could have befallen him? Torn by a thousand wild apprehensions69, Henrietta was more than once on the point of going to his house.
It was not before two o’clock on the next day that he appeared at last, affecting an easy air, but evidently very much embarrassed. If he did not come the night before, he said, it was because he was sure the Countess Sarah had him watched. The flight of the daughter of Count Ville-Handry was known all over Paris, and he was suspected of having aided and abetted70 her: so they had told him, he said, at his club. He also added that it would be imprudent in him to stay longer; and he left again, without having said a word to Henrietta, and without having apparently71 noticed her destitution72.
And thus, for three days, he only came, to disappear almost instantly.
He always came painfully embarrassed, as if he had something very important to tell her; then his brow clouded over; and he went away suddenly, without having said any thing.
Henrietta, tortured by terrible doubts, felt unable to endure this atrocious uncertainty73 any longer. She determined74 to force an explanation when, on the fourth day, M. de Brevan came in, evidently under the influence of some terrible determination. As soon as he had entered, he locked the door, and said in a hoarse75 voice,—
“I must speak to you, madam, yes, I must!”
He was deadly pale; his white lips trembled; and his eyes shone with a fearful light, like those of a man who might have sought courage in strong drink.
“I am ready to listen,” replied the poor girl, all trembling.
He hesitated again for a moment; then overcoming his reluctance76, apparently by a great effort, he said,—
“Well, I wish to ask you if you have ever suspected what my real reasons were for assisting you to escape?”
“I think, sir, you have acted from kind pity for me, and also from friendship for M. Daniel Champcey.”
She drew back instinctively78, uttering only a low, “Ah!”
“Have you really noticed nothing? Are you really not aware that I love you?”
She could understand any thing but this, the unfortunate girl; any thing but such infamy80, such an incredible insult! M. de Brevan must be either drunk or mad.
“Leave me, sir!” she said peremptorily81, but with a voice trembling with indignation.
But he advanced towards her with open arms, and went on,—
“Yes, I love you madly, and for a long time,—ever since the first day I saw you.”
Henrietta, however, had swiftly moved aside, and opened the window.
“If you advance another step, I shall cry for help.”
He stopped, and, changing his tone, said to her,—
“Ah! You refuse? Well, what are you hoping for? For Daniel’s return? Don’t you know that he loves Sarah?”
“Ah! you abuse my forlorn condition infamously82!” broke in the young girl. And, as he still insisted, she added,—
“Why don’t you go, coward? Why don’t you go, wretched man? Must I call?”
He was frightened, backed to the door, and half opened it; then he said,—
“You refuse me to-day; but, before the month is over, you will beg me to come to you. You are ruined; and I alone can rescue you.”
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