Part 46 (2/2)
When they were almost level with the spot where Denyse was hiding, they pulled up to wait for a horse that they heard galloping quite near them.
”Whatever have you been doing?” asked Henry, as M. de Rueille appeared in sight. ”It is quite ten minutes ago since we saw you at the bottom of the Belles-Feuilles road.”
”Where is Bijou?” asked M. de Rueille anxiously, without replying to Henry's question.
”She left us in the lurch, and started with the carriages,” answered Pierrot contemptuously.
”Ah!” exclaimed Rueille, in a disappointed tone. And then, turning to his brother-in-law, he continued: ”What have I been doing? well, I stopped a minute or two to speak to Bernes, who was with his lady-love; she had come in a cab to a quiet spot, where no one would think of meeting her, just for the sake of seeing Bernes for two or three minutes; they cannot go a day without seeing each other. She's a very pretty girl.”
”Yes,” said Jean de Blaye, ”and a sweet little thing too; and she's been well brought up.”
”I had never seen her so near before.”
”Now that your horse has had a rest, Paul, we had better get on our way, or we shall miss the start.”
”Yes,” answered M. de Rueille, setting off again; ”but we have plenty of time. Bernes is behind me, you know.”
As soon as they had gone on some distance, Bijou came out of the brushwood again. Her complexion was wonderfully brilliant, and eyes shone with the deep blue flame which sometimes made their usually gentle expression disconcerting.
Hubert de Bernes stayed a few minutes, after M. de Rueille had left him, talking to Lisette Renaud.
”Well, then, it is settled?” asked the pretty actress. ”In spite of the dinner, you will come early to the theatre?”
”Yes.”
”You will stay in my _loge_?”
”No! I must appear in the theatre.”
”But you have a horror of _La Vivandiere_,--which I can quite understand--and yet you are going to see it again?”
When Bijou had invited Bernes to come into Madame de Bracieux's box, he had refused, knowing that it would grieve Lisette to see him there.
Mademoiselle de Courtaix was very well known in Pont-sur-Loire, and was greatly admired by society women and those who were not society women. Her costumes were imitated, and her wonderful beauty envied, for it was said that she was quite irresistible. The young lieutenant was perfectly aware that he, too, had been fascinated by her charms the last few days. His affection for Lisette had hitherto rendered him proof against all such fascination. He was pa.s.sionately fond of the faithful and devoted young actress, who, for the last two years, had loved him so truly, and who would never accept from him any presents but flowers or trifling souvenirs, which were of no pecuniary value.
Lisette earned some thirty pounds a month at the Pont-sur-Loire theatre, and she had declared that she would not receive from him any presents whatever of any value. He had not dared to insist, as he had feared to wound her feelings, or to cause an estrangement between them. She was very beautiful, but he loved her more for her qualities of mind and heart than for her beauty.
Since he had begun to pay attention to Bijou, whom, until now, he had scarcely ever noticed, he had felt greatly disturbed. It was all in vain that he had said to himself, over and over again, that Lisette, with her large expressive eyes, her delicate complexion, her dazzlingly white teeth, and her beautiful, elegant figure, was far prettier than Mademoiselle de Courtaix. In spite of all this, Bijou's violet eyes, her curly hair, and tempting lips, haunted him.
Lisette, although she had no idea that her happiness was in danger, felt a sort of uneasiness take possession of her, and a vague sadness come over her. She could not understand why Bernes should answer her question in such a harsh way.
”I shall have to see _La Vivandiere_ again because, in order to refuse a seat that was offered me in a box, I was obliged to say that I had promised to go with some of my brother-officers to the theatre.”
”Who was it who offered you a place?”
”An old lady whom you do not know--Madame de Bracieux--you are much wiser now, are you not?”
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