Part 31 (1/2)

”Is it so dark that my lord cannot recognize Mirette?” said the well-known voice of Blue Beard.

Croustillac was speechless with astonishment. Blue Beard also called him my lord, and a.s.sumed the name of Mirette! ”Zounds!” he said to himself, ”I understand nothing, nothing at all; all becomes more and more obscure; all the same, hold steady and play out the game.”

”Who is this woman?” said the colonel, in a low tone.

”She is the confidential maid of my wife,” responded the chevalier.

Angela spoke: ”My lord, I come to say to your grace that my lady retired not feeling very well; but she is asleep now.”

”All is in our favor, sir,” said the colonel, in a low voice to Croustillac. ”Madame the d.u.c.h.ess is asleep; you can depart without her knowing anything about it.”

Angela, who had approached, said with a frightened manner, and retreating a few steps, ”Heavens! your grace is not alone, then?”

”My lord,” said the colonel, ”if she gives a cry it is all over with you.”

”Do not be afraid, Mirette,” said the chevalier; ”while you were with my wife this gentleman arrived; he came from Fort Royal on pressing business; it is necessary that I should accompany him back.”

”So late, my lord, but you must not think of it! I will go and inform madame.”

”No! no! I forbid it; but I shall have need at once of the negro fishermen and their canoe; go and notify them.”

”But, my lord----”

”Obey.”

”That is not hard; to-morrow morning they fish in the open sea; the negroes must be nearly ready to go; in order to be before dawn at the Creek of Caymans, where their boat is moored.”

”My lord, all favors us; you see it; let us go,” said the colonel in a low voice.

”It is astonis.h.i.+ng how Blue Beard antic.i.p.ates my demands; and how she facilitates my departure,” said Croustillac to himself; ”there is something very strange under this. I was not, perhaps, altogether wrong in accusing her of magic or necromancy.” Then he continued aloud, ”You will go and open the outer gates, Mirette, and tell the blacks to prepare themselves at once. Well,” said Croustillac, seeing the woman remain motionless, ”did you not hear me?”

”Certainly, my lord, but then your grace is determined----”

”'My lord! your grace!' you have repeatedly called me this before a stranger,” said the Gascon with a threatening manner, thinking thus to make a master stroke. ”What would happen if this gentleman were not in the secret?”

”Oh, I know well that if this stranger is here at this time, it follows that one may speak before him as before your grace and before madame.

But is it possible, my lord, that you intend to go away?”

”The little fox wishes to have the air of detaining me in order to better play her part,” thought Croustillac. ”But who has informed her?

who has designed this role for her so well? Decidedly, there must be jugglery going on here.”

”But, my lord,” continued Mirette, ”what shall I say to madame?”

”You may say to her,” said poor Croustillac, with a tenderness which the colonel attributed to most natural regrets, ”you may say to this dear and good woman not to be afraid, do you hear, Mirette? not to be afraid; a.s.sure her that the short journey I am going to take is absolutely in her interest; tell her to think sometimes of me.”

”Sometimes, my lord! why madame thinks of you and will think of you always,” replied she, in an agitated voice, for she understood the hidden sense of Croustillac's words. ”Be easy, my lord, madame knows how you love her, and she never forgets. But you will be here to-morrow, before she awakens, will you not?”

”Yes,” said Croustillac, ”certainly, to-morrow morning. Come, Mirette, hurry and warn the negro fishermen and open the gates; it is necessary to leave without delay.”