Part 9 (1/2)
A sound of steps interrupted them, a servant entered, announcing Monsieur Derues.
On hearing the name, Monsieur de Lamotte felt troubled in spite of himself, but, overcoming the impression, he rose to meet the visitor.
”You had better stay,” he said to the cure, who was also rising to take leave. ”Stay; we have probably nothing to say which cannot be said before you.”
Derues entered the room, and, after the usual compliments, sat down by the fire, opposite Monsieur de Lamotte.
”You did not expect me,” he said, ”and I ought to apologise for surprising you thus.”
”Give me some news of my wife,” asked Monsieur de Lamotte anxiously.
”She has never been better. Your son is also to perfect health.”
”But why are you alone? Why does not Marie accompany you? It is ten weeks since she went to Paris.”
”She has not yet quite finished the business with which you entrusted her. Perhaps I am partly the cause of this long absence, but one cannot transact business as quickly as one would wish. But, you have no doubt heard from her, that all is finished, or nearly so, between us. We have drawn up a second private contract, which annuls the former agreement, and I have paid over a sum of one hundred thousand livres.”
”I do not comprehend,” said Monsieur de Lamotte. ”What can induce my wife not to inform me of this?”
”You did not know?”
”I know nothing. I was wondering just now with Monsieur le cure why I did not hear from her.”
”Madame de Lamotte was going to write to you, and I do not know what can have hindered her.”
”When did you leave her?”
”Several days ago. I have not been at Paris; I am returning from Chartres. I believed you were informed of everything.”
Monsieur de Lamotte remained silent for some moments. Then, fixing his eyes upon Derues' immovable countenance, he said, with some emotion--
”You are a husband and father, sir; in the name of this double and sacred affection which is, not unknown to you, do not hide anything from me: I fear some misfortune has happened to my wife which you are concealing.”
Derues' physiognomy expressed nothing but a perfectly natural astonishment.
”What can have suggested such ideas to you; dear sir?” In saying this he glanced at the cure; wis.h.i.+ng to ascertain if this distrust was Monsieur de Lamotte's own idea, or had been suggested to him. The movement was so rapid that neither of the others observed it. Like all knaves, obliged by their actions to be continually on the watch, Derues possessed to a remarkable extent the art of seeing all round him without appearing to observe anything in particular. He decided that as yet he had only to combat a suspicion unfounded on proof, and he waited till he should be attacked more seriously.
”I do not know,” he said, ”what may have happened during my absence; pray explain yourself, for you are making me share your disquietude.”
”Yes, I am exceedingly anxious; I entreat you, tell me the whole truth.
Explain this silence, and this absence prolonged beyond all expectation.
You finished your business with Madame de Lamotte several days ago: once again, why did she not write? There is no letter, either from her or my son! To-morrow I shall send someone to Paris.”
”Good heavens!” answered Derues, ”is there nothing but an accident which could cause this delay?... Well, then,” he continued, with the embarra.s.sed look of a man compelled to betray a confidence,--”well, then, I see that in order to rea.s.sure you, I shall have to give up a secret entrusted to me.”
He then told Monsieur de Lamotte that his wife was no longer at Paris, but at Versailles, where she was endeavouring to obtain an important and lucrative appointment, and that, if she had left him in ignorance of her efforts in this direction; it was only to give him an agreeable surprise. He added that she had removed her son from the school, and hoped to place him either in the riding school or amongst the royal pages. To prove his words, he opened his paper-case, and produced the letter written by Edouard in answer to the one quoted above.
All this was related so simply, and with such an appearance of good faith, that the cure was quite convinced. And to Monsieur de Lamotte the plans attributed to his wife were not entirely improbably. Derues had learnt indirectly that such a career for Edouard had been actually under consideration. However, though Monsieur de Lamotte's entire ignorance prevented him from making any serious objection, his fears were not entirely at rest, but for the present he appeared satisfied with the explanation.
The cure resumed the conversation. ”What you tell us ought to drive away gloomy ideas. Just now, when you were announced, Monsieur de Lamotte was confiding his troubles to me. I was as concerned as he was, and I could say nothing to help him; never did visitor arrive more apropos. Well, my friend, what now remains of your vain terrors? What was it you were saying just as Monsieur Derues arrived?... Ah! we were discussing dreams, you asked if I believed in them.”