pictures have harps in their hands. He is mad, upon my word!" she said
to herself, as she saw Castanier's attitude; he looked like an
opium-eater in a blissful trance.
They reached the house. Castanier, absorbed by the thought of all that
he had just heard and seen, knew not whether to believe it or not; he
was like a
drunken man, and utterly
unable to think connectedly. He
came to himself in Aquilina's room, whither he had been supported by
the united efforts of his
mistress, the
porter, and Jenny; for he had
fainted as he stepped from the
carriage.
"HE will be here directly! Oh, my friends, my friends," he cried, and
he flung himself despairingly into the depths of a low chair beside
the fire.
Jenny heard the bell as he spoke, and admitted the Englishman. She
announced that "a gentleman had come who had made an appointment with
the master," when Melmoth suddenly appeared, and deep silence
followed. He looked at the
porter--the
porter went; he looked at
Jenny--and Jenny went likewise.
"Madame," said Melmoth, turning to Aquilina, "with your
permission, we
will conclude a piece of
urgent business."
He took Castanier's hand, and Castanier rose, and the two men went
into the
drawing-room. There was no light in the room, but Melmoth's
eyes lit up the thickest darkness. The gaze of those strange eyes had
left Aquilina like one spellbound; she was
helpless,
unable to take
any thought for her lover;
moreover, she believed him to be safe in
Jenny's room,
whereas their early return had taken the
waiting-woman
by surprise, and she had
hidden the officer in the dressing-room. It
had all happened exactly as in the drama that Melmoth had displayed
for his
victim. Presently the house-door was slammed
violently, and
Castanier reappeared.
"What ails you?" cried the
horror-struck Aquilina.
There was a change in the
cashier's appearance. A strange pallor
overspread his once rubicund
countenance; it wore the peculiarly
sinister and stony look of the
mysteriousvisitor. The
sullen glare of
his eyes was
intolerable, the
fierce light in them seemed to scorch.
The man who had looked so good-humored and
good-natured had suddenly
grown tyrannical and proud. The courtesan thought that Castanier had
grown thinner; there was a terrible
majesty in his brow; it was as if
a
dragon breathed forth a
malignant influence that weighed upon the
others like a close, heavy
atmosphere. For a moment Aquilina knew not
what to do.
"What has passed between you and that diabolical-looking man in those
few minutes?" she asked at length.
"I have sold my soul to him. I feel it; I am no longer the same. He
has taken my SELF, and given me his soul in exchange."
"What?"
"You would not understand it at all. . . . Ah! he was right,"
Castanier went on, "the fiend was right! I see everything and know all
things.--You have been deceiving me!"
Aquilina turned cold with
terror. Castanier lighted a candle and went
into the dressing-room. The
unhappy girl followed him with dazed
bewilderment, and great was her
astonishment when Castanier drew the
dresses that hung there aside and disclosed the
sergeant.
"Come out, my boy," said the
cashier; and,
taking Leon by a
button of
his
overcoat, he drew the officer into his room.
The Piedmontese,
haggard and
desperate, had flung herself into her
easy-chair. Castanier seated himself on a sofa by the fire, and left
Aquilina's lover in a
standing position.
"You have been in the army," said Leon; "I am ready to give you
satisfaction."
"You are a fool," said Castanier drily. "I have no occasion to fight.
I could kill you by a look if I had any mind to do it. I will tell you
what it is,
youngster; why should I kill you? I can see a red line
round your neck--the guillotine is
waiting for you. Yes, you will end
in the Place de Greve. You are the headsman's property! there is no
escape for you. You belong to a vendita, of the Carbonari. You are
plotting against the Government."
"You did not tell me that," cried the Piedmontese, turning to Leon.
"So you do not know that the Minister
decided this morning to put down
your Society?" the
cashier continued. "The Procureur-General has a
list of your names. You have been betrayed. They are busy
drawing up
the
indictment at this moment."
"Then was it you who betrayed him?" cried Aquilina, and with a hoarse
sound in her
throat like the growl of a tigress she rose to her feet;
she seemed as if she would tear Castanier in pieces.