I wish always to find favour in your eyes."
Never woman better understood the art of putting charm into
insolence, and does not the charm double the effect? is it not
enough to infuriate the coolest of men? There was a sort of
untrammelled freedom about Mme de Langeais; a something in her
eyes, her voice, her attitude, which is never seen in a woman who
loves when she stands face to face with him at the mere sight of
whom her heart must needs begin to beat. The Marquis de
Ronquerolles's counsels had cured Armand of sheepishness; and
further, there came to his aid that rapid power of intuition
which
passion will develop at moments in the least wise among
mortals, while a great man at such a time possesses it to the
full. He guessed the terrible truth revealed by the Duchess's
nonchalance, and his heart swelled with the storm like a lake
rising in flood.
"If you told me the truth
yesterday, be mine, dear Antoinette,"
he cried; "you shall----"
"In the first place," said she composedly, thrusting him back
as he came nearer--"in the first place, you are not to
compromise me. My woman might
overhear you. Respect me, I beg
of you. Your
familiarity is all very well in my boudoir in an
evening; here it is quite different. Besides, what may your `you
shall' mean? `You shall.' No one as yet has ever used that word
to me. It is quite
ridiculous, it seems to me, absolutely
ridiculous.
"Will you
surrender nothing to me on this point?"
"Oh! do you call a woman's right to
dispose of herself a
`point?' A capital point indeed; you will permit me to be
entirely my own
mistress on that `point.' "
"And how if, believing in your promises to me, I should
absolutely require it?"
"Oh! then you would prove that I made the greatest possible
mistake when I made you a promise of any kind; and I should beg
you to leave me in peace."
The General's face grew white; he was about to spring to her
side, when Mme de Langeais rang the bell, the maid appeared, and,
smiling with a mocking grace, the Duchess added, "Be so good as
to return when I am visible."
Then Montriveau felt the
hardness of a woman as cold and keen as
a steel blade; she was crushing in her scorn. In one moment she
had snapped the bonds which held firm only for her lover. She
had read Armand's
intention in his face, and held that the moment
had come for teaching the Imperial soldier his lesson. He was to
be made to feel that though
duchesses may lend themselves to
love, they do not give themselves, and that the
conquest of one
of them would prove a harder matter than the
conquest of Europe.
"Madame," returned Armand, "I have not time to wait. I am a
spoilt child, as you told me yourself. When I
seriously resolve
to have that of which we have been
speaking, I shall have it."
"You will have it?" queried she, and there was a trace of
surprise in her loftiness.
"I shall have it."
"Oh! you would do me a great pleasure by `resolving' to have it.
For curiosity's sake, I should be
delighted to know how you would
set about it----"
"I am
delighted to put a new interest into your life,"
interrupted Montriveau, breaking into a laugh which dismayed the
Duchess. "Will you permit me to take you to the ball tonight?"
"A thousand thanks. M. de Marsay has been
beforehand with you.
I gave him my promise."
Montriveau bowed
gravely and went.
"So Ronquerolles was right," thought he, "and now for a game
of chess."
Thenceforward he hid his
agitation by complete
composure. No man
is strong enough to bear such sudden alternations from the height
of happiness to the depths of wretchedness. So he had caught a
glimpse of happy life the better to feel the emptiness of his
previous
existence? There was a terrible storm within him; but
he had
learned to
endure, and bore the shock of tumultuous
thoughts as a
granite cliff stands out against the surge of an
angry sea.
"I could say nothing. When I am with her my wits desert me.
She does not know how vile and
contemptible she is. Nobody has