Part 13 (2/2)

Marie turned abruptly; the young man followed her, and pressed her arm with little respect, but in a manner that expressed his imperious admiration. She hastened her steps. Seeing that she wished to escape an importune declaration, he became the more ardent; being determined to win a first favor from this woman, he risked all and said, looking at her meaningly:-

”Shall I tell you a secret?”

”Yes, quickly, if it concerns you.”

”I am not in the service of the Republic. Where are you going? I shall follow you.”

At the words Marie trembled violently. She withdrew her arm and covered her face with both hands to hide either the flush or the pallor of her cheeks; then she suddenly uncovered her face and said in a voice of deep emotion:-

”Then you began as you would have ended, by deceiving me?”

”Yes,” he said.

At this answer she turned again from the carriage, which was now overtaking them, and began to almost run along the road.

”I thought,” he said, following her, ”that the open air did not agree with you?”

”Oh! it has changed,” she replied in a grave tone, continuing to walk on, a prey to agitating thoughts.

”You do not answer me,” said the young man, his heart full of the soft expectation of coming pleasure.

”Oh!” she said, in a strained voice, ”the tragedy begins.”

”What tragedy?” he asked.

She stopped short, looked at the young student from head to foot with a mingled expression of fear and curiosity; then she concealed her feelings that were agitating her under the mask of an impenetrable calmness, showing that for a girl of her age she had great experience of life.

”Who are you?” she said,-”but I know already; when I first saw you I suspected it. You are the royalist leader whom they call the Gars. The ex-bishop of Autun was right in saying we should always believe in presentiments which give warning of evil.”

”What interest have you in knowing the Gars?”

”What interest has he in concealing himself from me who have already saved his life?” She began to laugh, but the merriment was forced. ”I have wisely prevented you from saying that you love me. Let me tell you, monsieur, that I abhor you. I am republican, you are royalist; I would deliver you up if you were not under my protection, and if I had not already saved your life, and if-” she stopped. These violent extremes of feeling and the inward struggle which she no longer attempted to conceal alarmed the young man, who tried, but in vain, to observe her calmly. ”Let us part here at once,-I insist upon it; farewell!” she said. She turned hastily back, made a few steps, and then returned to him. ”No, no,” she continued, ”I have too great an interest in knowing who you are. Hide nothing from me; tell me the truth. Who are you? for you are no more a pupil of the Ecole Polytechnique than you are eighteen years old.”

”I am a sailor, ready to leave the ocean and follow you wherever your imagination may lead you. If I have been so lucky as to rouse your curiosity in any particular I shall be very careful not to lessen it. Why mingle the serious affairs of real life with the life of the heart in which we are beginning to understand each other?”

”Our souls might have understood each other,” she said in a grave voice. ”But I have no right to exact your confidence. You will never know the extent of your obligations to me; I shall not explain them.”

They walked a few steps in silence.

”My life does interest you,” said the young man.

”Monsieur, I implore you, tell me your name or else be silent. You are a child,” she added, with an impatient movement of her shoulders, ”and I feel a pity for you.”

The obstinacy with which she insisted on knowing his name made the pretended sailor hesitate between prudence and love. The vexation of a desired woman is powerfully attractive; her anger, like her submission, is imperious; many are the fibres she touches in a man's heart, penetrating and subjugating it. Was this scene only another aspect of Mademoiselle de Verneuil's coquetry? In spite of his sudden pa.s.sion the unnamed lover had the strength to distrust a woman thus bent on forcing from him a secret of life and death.

”Why has my rash indiscretion, which sought to give a future to our present meeting, destroyed the happiness of it?” he said, taking her hand, which she left in his unconsciously.

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