Volume Ii Part 14 (2/2)
”Enough?” I repeated, ”more than enough--a thousand thanks.”
”And being thus in her confidence, I am clearly her friend; and being a friend would it be friendly to use her dear name so; and all for sake of practising a vulgar trick upon you--a stranger?”
”Mademoiselle will forgive me. Remember how very precious is the hope of seeing, and speaking to the Countess. Is it wonderful, then, that I should falter in my belief? You have convinced me, however, and will forgive my hesitation.”
”You will be at the place I have described, then, at two o'clock?”
”a.s.suredly,” I answered.
”And Monsieur, I know, will not fail, through fear. No, he need not a.s.sure me; his courage is already proved.”
”No danger, in such a case, will be unwelcome to me.”
”Had you not better go now, Monsieur, and rejoin your friend?”
”I promised to wait here for my friend's return. The Count de St.
Alyre said that he intended to introduce me to the Countess.”
”And Monsieur is so simple as to believe him?”
”Why should I not?”
”Because he is jealous and cunning. You will see. He will never introduce you to his wife. He will come here and say he cannot find her, and promise another time.”
”I think I see him approaching, with my friend. No--there is no lady with him.”
”I told you so. You will wait a long time for that happiness, if it is never to reach you except through his hands. In the meantime, you had better not let him see you so near me. He will suspect that we have been talking of his wife; and that will whet his jealousy and his vigilance.”
I thanked my unknown friend in the mask, and withdrawing a few steps, came, by a little ”circ.u.mbendibus,” upon the flank of the Count.
I smiled under my mask, as he a.s.sured me that the d.u.c.h.esse de la Roqueme had changed her place, and taken the Countess with her; but he hoped, at some very early time, to have an opportunity of enabling her to make my acquaintance.
I avoided the Marquis d'Harmonville, who was following the Count.
I was afraid he might propose accompanying me home, and had no wish to be forced to make an explanation.
I lost myself quickly, therefore, in the crowd, and moved, as rapidly as it would allow me, toward the Galerie des Glaces, which lay in the direction opposite to that in which I saw the Count and my friend the Marquis moving.
CHAPTER XV.
STRANGE STORY OF THE DRAGON VOLANT.
These _fetes_ were earlier in those days, and in France, than our modern b.a.l.l.s are in London. I consulted my watch. It was a little past twelve.
It was a still and sultry night; the magnificent suite of rooms, vast as some of them were, could not be kept at a temperature less than oppressive, especially to people with masks on. In some places the crowd was inconvenient, and the profusion of lights added to the heat. I removed my mask, therefore, as I saw some other people do, who were as careless of mystery as I. I had hardly done so, and began to breathe more comfortably, when I heard a friendly English voice call me by my name. It was Tom Whistlewick, of the --th Dragoons. He had unmasked, with a very flushed face, as I did. He was one of those Waterloo heroes, new from the mint of glory, whom, as a body, all the world, except France, revered; and the only thing I knew against him, was a habit of allaying his thirst, which was excessive, at b.a.l.l.s, _fetes_, musical parties, and all gatherings, where it was to be had, with champagne; and, as he introduced me to his friend, Monsieur Carmaignac, I observed that he spoke a little thick.
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