Part 10 (2/2)
”I never thought anything about it, Major. A woman screamed for help, and it seemed to me that help should be given. I did not think of the risk, either from armed men inside--for I had no reason to believe that there were such--or of civil indictment for breaking in. We heard the cry, made straight for the house, and, as it turned out, all went well.”
”Well, indeed,” the colonel said. ”You have rescued a wealthy heiress from a pitiable fate. You have fleshed your maiden sword in the bodies of two villains. You have earned the grat.i.tude of the young lady and her father, and have received the approval of His Majesty--a very good night's work, altogether. Now, tell us a little more about it.”
Desmond was compelled to tell the story in much further detail than before. The colonel ordered in a dozen of champagne, and it was late before the party broke up.
”You see, we were pretty nearly right in our guess,” O'Neil said, as he and O'Sullivan walked across with Desmond to their quarters.
”We said that we thought it likely she might have been carried off by one of the court gallants, who felt tolerably confident that, if successful, the king would overlook the offence. This fellow, thanks to your interference, did not succeed; and the king has let him off, lightly enough, by only banis.h.i.+ng him from court. If it had been anyone but one of his favourites, he would, by this time, have been a tenant of the Bastille.
”I do not think, myself, that his punishment was adequate; but then, I am not a courtier, and should be rather glad than not, to be sent away to any estates I might have.”
”But,” Desmond remarked, ”I suppose the punishment is a severe one to these men, accustomed to a round of pleasure and dissipation, and who consider it the highest of earthly honours to be in favour with the king. However, no one could be kinder than His Majesty has been, on the subject. At the reception last night, at which he ordered the baron and his daughter to appear, he showed her the most marked favour, and particularly put a stop to all scandals, by saying loudly that de Tulle had never seen her, after the first morning of her capture.”
Six days later, when Desmond was engaged in the fencing room, Callaghan came in, and told him that a gentleman was at his quarters, wis.h.i.+ng particularly to see him.
”What is his name?”
”Sure, and I don't know, your honour. He did not mention it, and it was not for the likes of me to ask him.”
”Ridiculous, Mike! In future, when anyone comes and wishes to see me, you will say, 'What name shall I tell Mr. Kennedy?'”
He put on his uniform coat reluctantly, for he was engaged in an interesting bout with a professor, who was an old friend of the maitre d'armes. As he entered his room, a young man, who had been staring out of the window, and drumming impatiently with his fingers, turned. He was a stranger to Desmond.
”I am Desmond Kennedy, sir,” the young officer said. ”To what do I owe the honour of this visit?”
The other did not reply, but stood looking at him, in so strange and earnest a way, that Desmond felt almost uneasy.
”Sir,” his visitor said at last, advancing to him and holding out both hands, ”when I tell you that my name is Philip de la Vallee, you will understand what must strike you as my singular behaviour.
I arrived last night at Versailles, and heard all that had happened. You can imagine, therefore, that my heart is almost too full for words, with grat.i.tude and thankfulness.”
Desmond was moved by the emotion of his visitor, and their hands met in a hearty clasp. Monsieur de la Vallee was a young man, of four or five and twenty, well proportioned, and active and sinewy from his devotion to field sports. He was about the same height as Desmond himself, but the latter, who had not yet finished growing, was larger boned, and would broaden into a much bigger and more powerful man.
”Henceforth, Monsieur Kennedy,” de la Vallee went on, ”I hope that we shall be as brothers, and more. Had it not been for you, my life would have been a ruined one. What agony have I been saved!
It makes me mad, to think that I was idling at home, ignorant that my beloved had been carried away. I do not blame the baron for not informing me, and I acknowledge that the reasons he gave me were good ones. I could have done nothing, and should but have added to his troubles by my anxiety and anger. Still, he told me that, in another day or two, he would have felt that I ought no longer to be kept in the dark, and would have summoned me to Paris. I am thankful now that he did not do so, for I believe that my impotence to do anything would have driven me almost to distraction.”
”I agree with you that the baron acted wisely,” Kennedy said. ”Had not chance, or Providence, taken me past the house where she was imprisoned, at the very moment when Mademoiselle Pointdexter cried for help, she might, for aught I can say, have remained a captive there for months, or even years.”
”It was Providence, indeed, Monsieur Kennedy. Providence, not only that she should have cried at that moment, but that her cries should have reached the ears of one so ready and able to save her.
And now, I pray you, call me Philip, and allow me to call you Desmond, as a pledge of our close friends.h.i.+p.”
”With pleasure,” Kennedy replied; and the compact was sealed with another close grasp of the hand.
”It is strange, Desmond, that while the king, who had but little interest in the matter, could present you, as I am told he did, with a diamond ring, the baron and I, who owe you so much, can do nothing to show our grat.i.tude.”
Desmond smiled.
”I can a.s.sure you that I need no such tokens,” he said. ”The thanks that I have received, from you both, are infinitely more grateful to me than any amount of rings and jewels.”
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