Part 12 (1/2)
”No one,” she answered, ”and there is nothing to prevent you from keeping your post as long as you like, even if you become infirm and have to appoint a deputy--but if there were any serious cause of complaint, like this extraordinary behaviour of Dolores--why, perhaps--”
She paused to give her words weight, for she knew their value.
”Madam,” said Mendoza, ”the matter I keep from you does not touch my honour, and you may know it, so far as that is concerned. But it is one of which I entreat you not to force me to speak.”
Dona Ana softly pa.s.sed her arm through his.
”I am not used to walking so fast,” she said, by way of explanation.
”But, my dear Mendoza,” she went on, pressing his arm a little, ”you do not think that I shall let what you tell me go further and reach any one else--do you? How can I be of any use to you, if you have no confidence in me? Are we not relatives? You must treat me as I treat you.”
Mendoza wished that he could.
”Madam,” he said almost roughly, ”I have shut my daughter up in her own room and bolted the door, and to-morrow I intend to send her to a convent, and there she shall stay until she changes her mind, for I will not change mine”
”Oh!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Dona Ana, with a long intonation, as if grasping the position of affairs by degrees. ”I understand,” she said, after a long time. ”But then you and I are of the same opinion, my dear friend. Let us talk about this.”
Mendoza did not wish to talk of the matter at all, and said nothing, as they slowly advanced. They had at last reached the pa.s.sage that ended at his door, and he slackened his pace still more, obliging his companion, whose arm was still in his, to keep pace with him. The moonlight no longer shone in straight through the open embrasures, and there was a dim twilight in the corridor.
”You do not wish Dolores to marry Don John of Austria, then,” said the Princess presently, in very low tones. ”Then the King is on your side, and so am I. But I should like to know your reason for objecting to such a very great marriage.”
”Simple enough, Madam. Whenever it should please his Majesty's policy to marry his brother to a royal personage, such as Queen Mary of Scotland, the first marriage would be proved null and void, because the King would command that it should be so, and my daughter would be a dishonoured woman, fit for nothing but a convent.”
”Do you call that dishonour?” asked the Princess thoughtfully. ”Even if that happened, you know that Don John would probably not abandon Dolores. He would keep her near him--and provide for her generously--”
”Madam!” cried the brave old soldier, interrupting her in sudden and generous anger, ”neither man nor woman shall tell me that my daughter could ever fall to that!”
She saw that she had made a mistake, and pressed his arm soothingly.
”Pray, do not be angry with me, my dear friend. I was thinking what the world would say--no, let me speak! I am quite of your opinion that Dolores should be kept from seeing Don John, even by quiet force if necessary, for they will certainly be married at the very first opportunity they can find. But you cannot do such things violently, you know. You will make a scandal. You cannot take your daughter away from court suddenly and shut her up in a convent without doing her a great injury. Do you not see that? People will not understand that you will not let her marry Don John--I mean that most people would find it hard to believe. Yes, the world is bad, I know; what can one do? The world would say--promise me that you will not be angry, dear General! You can guess what the world would say.”'
”I see--I see!” exclaimed the old man, in sudden terror for his daughter's good name. ”How wise you are!”
”Yes,” answered Dona Ana, stopping at ten paces from the door, ”I am wise, for I am obliged to be. Now, if instead of locking Dolores into her room two or three hours ago, you had come to me, and told me the truth, and put her under my protection, for our common good, I would have made it quite impossible for her to exchange a word with Don John, and I would have taken such good care of her that instead of gossiping about her, the world would have said that she was high in favour, and would have begun to pay court to her. You know that I have the power to do that.”
”How very wise you are!” exclaimed Mendoza again, with more emphasis.
”Very well. Will you let me take her with me now, my dear friend? I will console her a little, for I daresay she has been crying all alone in her room, poor girl, and I can keep her with me till Don John goes to Villagarcia. Then we shall see.”
Old Mendoza was a very simple-hearted man, as brave men often are, and a singularly spotless life spent chiefly in war and austere devotion had left him more than ignorant of the ways of the world. He had few friends, chiefly old comrades of his own age who did not live in the palace, and he detested gossip. Had he known what the woman was with whom he was speaking, he would have risked Dolores' life rather than give her into the keeping of Dona Ana. But to him, the latter was simply the wife of old Don Ruy Gomez de Silva, the Minister of State, and she was the head of the Queen's household. No one would have thought of repeating the story of a court intrigue to Mendoza, but it was also true that every one feared Dona Ana, whose power was boundless, and no one wished to be heard speaking ill of her. To him, therefore, her proposition seemed both wise and kind.
”I am very grateful,” he said, with some emotion, for he believed that she was helping him to save his fortune and his honour, as was perhaps really the case, though she would have helped him to lose both with equally persuasive skill could his ruin have served her. ”Will you come in with me, Princess?” he asked, beginning to move towards the door.
”Yes. Take me to her room and leave me with her.”
”Indeed, I would rather not see her myself this evening,” said Mendoza, feeling his anger still not very far from the surface. ”You will be able to speak more wisely than I should.”
”I daresay,” answered Dona Ana thoughtfully. ”If you went with me to her, there might be angry words again, and that would make it much harder for me. If you will leave me at the door of her rooms, and then go away, I will promise to manage the rest. You are not sorry that you have told me, now, are you, my dear friend?”
”I am most grateful to you. I shall do all I can to be of service to you, even though you said that it was not in my power to serve you.”
”I was annoyed,” said Dona Ana sweetly. ”I did not mean it--please forgive me.”