to be
polite, my niece."
The girl rose to her feet and turned towards the new comers. She
moved all of a piece; and shame and
exhaustion were expressed in
every line of her fresh young body; and she held her head down and
kept her eyes upon the
pavement, as she came slowly forward. In
the course of her advance, her eyes fell upon Denis de Beaulieu's
feet - feet of which he was
justly vain, be it remarked, and wore
in the most
elegant accoutrement even while travelling. She paused
- started, as if his yellow boots had conveyed some shocking
meaning - and glanced suddenly up into the wearer's
countenance.
Their eyes met; shame gave place to
horror and
terror in her looks;
the blood left her lips; with a
piercingscream she covered her
face with her hands and sank upon the
chapel floor.
"That is not the man!" she cried. "My uncle, that in not the man!"
The Sire de Maletroit chirped agreeably. "Of course not," he said;
"I expected as much. It was so
unfortunate you could not remember
his name."
"Indeed," she cried, "indeed, I have never seen this person till
this moment - I have never so much as set eyes upon him - I never
wish to see him again. Sir," she said, turning to Denis, "if you
are a gentleman, you will bear me out. Have I ever seen you - have
you ever seen me - before this
accursed hour?"
"To speak for myself, I have never had that pleasure," answered the
young man. "This is the first time, messire, that I have met with
your engaging niece."
The old gentleman shrugged his shoulders.
"I am distressed to hear it," he said. "But it is never too late
to begin. I had little more
acquaintance with my own late lady ere
I married her; which proves," he added with a grimace, "that these
impromptu marriages may often produce an excellent understanding in
the long-run. As the
bridegroom is to have a voice in the matter,
I will give him two hours to make up for lost time before we
proceed with the ceremony." And he turned towards the door,
followed by the clergyman.
The girl was on her feet in a moment. "My uncle, you cannot be in
earnest," she said. "I declare before God I will stab myself
rather than be forced on that young man. The heart rises at it;
God forbids such marriages; you dishonour your white hair. Oh, my
uncle, pity me! There is not a woman in all the world but would
prefer death to such a
nuptial. Is it possible," she added,
faltering - "is it possible that you do not believe me - that you
still think this" - and she
pointed at Denis with a tremor of anger
and
contempt - "that you still think THIS to be the man?"
"Frankly," said the old gentleman, pausing on the
threshold, "I do.
But let me explain to you once for all, Blanche de Maletroit, my
way of thinking about this affair. When you took it into your head
to dishonour my family and the name that I have borne, in peace and
war, for more than three-score years, you forfeited, not only the
right to question my designs, but that of looking me in the face.
If your father had been alive, he would have spat on you and turned
you out of doors. His was the hand of iron. You may bless your
God you have only to deal with the hand of
velvet, mademoiselle.
It was my duty to get you married without delay. Out of pure
goodwill, I have tried to find your own
gallant for you. And I
believe I have succeeded. But before God and all the holy angels,
Blanche de Maletroit, if I have not, I care not one jack-straw. So
let me
recommend you to be
polite to our young friend; for upon my
word, your next groom may be less appetising."
And with that he went out, with the
chaplain at his heels; and the
arras fell behind the pair.
The girl turned upon Denis with flashing eyes.
"And what, sir," she demanded, "may be the meaning of all this?"
"God knows," returned Denis
gloomily. "I am a prisoner in this
house, which seems full of mad people. More I know not; and
nothing do I understand."
"And pray how came you here?" she asked.
He told her as
briefly as he could. "For the rest," he added,
"perhaps you will follow my example, and tell me the answer to all
these riddles, and what, in God's name, is like to be the end of
it."