Part 6 (1/2)
”Rest.i.tution?”
Renine leant over the table and said:
”In one of those drawers is a deed awaiting your signature. It is a draft agreement between you and your niece Hortense Daniel, relating to her private fortune, which fortune was squandered and for which you are responsible. Sign the deed.”
M. d'Aigleroche gave a start:
”Do you know the amount?”
”I don't wish to know it.”
”And if I refuse?...”
”I shall ask to see the Comtesse d'Aigleroche.”
Without further hesitation, the count opened a drawer, produced a doc.u.ment on stamped paper and quickly signed it:
”Here you are,” he said, ”and I hope....”
”You hope, as I do, that you and I may never have any future dealings? I'm convinced of it. I shall leave this evening; your niece, no doubt, tomorrow. Good-bye.”
In the drawing-room, which was still empty, while the guests at the house were dressing for dinner, Renine handed the deed to Hortense. She seemed dazed by all that she had heard; and the thing that bewildered her even more than the relentless light shed upon her uncle's past was the miraculous insight and amazing lucidity displayed by this man: the man who for some hours had controlled events and conjured up before her eyes the actual scenes of a tragedy which no one had beheld.
”Are you satisfied with me?” he asked.
She gave him both her hands:
”You have saved me from Rossigny. You have given me back my freedom and my independence. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.”
”Oh, that's not what I am asking you to say!” he answered. ”My first and main object was to amuse you. Your life seemed so humdrum and lacking in the unexpected. Has it been so to-day?”
”How can you ask such a question? I have had the strangest and most stirring experiences.”
”That is life,” he said. ”When one knows how to use one's eyes. Adventure exists everywhere, in the meanest hovel, under the mask of the wisest of men. Everywhere, if you are only willing, you will find an excuse for excitement, for doing good, for saving a victim, for ending an injustice.”
Impressed by his power and authority, she murmured:
”Who are you exactly?”
”An adventurer. Nothing more. A lover of adventures. Life is not worth living except in moments of adventure, the adventures of others or personal adventures. To-day's has upset you because it affected the innermost depths of your being. But those of others are no less stimulating. Would you like to make the experiment?”
”How?”
”Become the companion of my adventures. If any one calls on me for help, help him with me. If chance or instinct puts me on the track of a crime or the trace of a sorrow, let us both set out together. Do you consent?”
”Yes,” she said, ”but....”