Part 41 (1/2)

And the crowd scattered, making many comments on the way. Albert was soon surrounded, as everybody wanted to shake hands with him. The Duke had stepped back behind the booth. Esperance came out with Genevieve and Mlle. Frahender. He stopped beside her a moment.

”I love you.”

”Oh, thank you.”

”Forever, I hope!”

Then, as he saw that the Count was still surrounded and that Esperance would not be able to make her way to him, he offered her his arm.

”Let me take you to Count Styvens, who cannot extricate himself!”

With the help of Jean and Maurice, he dispersed the guests and led Esperance to her fiancee. At that moment anyone who had suspected the Duke of intentions to flirt with the plighted girl, must have abandoned their idea; and the motive of the duel, which was to bring one of these two perfect gentlemen to his death, became more and more obscure.

Count Styvens saw the girl coming to him on the Duke's arm, and he did not suffer from the sight; his suffering for the last two days had been too extreme to feel upset by any increase. He took Esperance to the door of the Tower.

”You were lovelier than ever before.”

He kissed her fingers devotedly. The young girl felt a tiny tear fall like a terrible weight on her hand. He lifted his head quickly, looked fixedly at Esperance with a look of such goodness and faith, that she felt suddenly guilty and bent her head. The Count shook hands cordially with the philosopher.

”Do not forget,” the elder man said to him, ”that I want to have a little talk with you; it is more than a wish, it is a duty.”

”I also have a serious duty to attend to,” replied the young Count.

”Excuse me if I have to keep you waiting.”

CHAPTER XXVIII

Albert went immediately to his mother, who was taking tea with the Princess. He embraced her with such tenderness that she was astonished at his ardour. The Princess held out her hand.

”Do not wait too long to realize your happiness, Albert. You know how all your friends will rejoice with you.”

He kissed her hand again, and went to join his two seconds at the gate of the kitchen garden.

The crowd had all dispersed to catch the last train.

The meeting at the ”Three Roads” was for seven. They saw the Duke de Castel-Montjoie from a distance. He had had some difficulty in making his escape, having had to help his mother, the d.u.c.h.ess, with the last farewells. He bowed to the Count and led the way by a little door to the inn stable. He was carrying two sets of swords, done up in two cases of green cloth.

The Duke and his seconds were already there. Only the Doctor had not arrived. Morlay-La-Branche and Albert bowed to each other and got ready.

The little bowers, where the _habitues_ of the inn often ate their midday meals, served them as dressing-rooms. The Doctor arrived out of breath, with the information that he had not been able to get a _confrere_ and would have to serve both sides. The umpire, in company with the seconds, chose an alley of proper dimensions.

The adversaries were placed opposite, sword in hand. The Duke de Castel-Montjoie touched the points of their swords and said, ”Go!”

The conditions of the duel were very strict. The first round should last three minutes, should neither of the adversaries be touched.

”Halt!” cried the Duke de Castel-Montjoie.

One minute was allowed them to breathe.