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terrestrial space, "if we have not sinned against thy divine
commandments, if we have not offended the Church, not yet the king,

we, who are one and the same being, in whom love shines with the light
that thou hast given to the pearl of the sea, be merciful unto us, and

let us not be parted either in this world or in that which is to
come."

"Mother!" added Etienne, "who art in heaven, obtain from the Virgin
that if we cannot--Gabrielle and I--be happy here below we may at

least die together, and without suffering. Call us, and we will go to
thee."

Then, having recited their evening prayers, Gabrielle related her
interview with Baron d'Artagnon.

"Gabrielle," said the young man, gathering strength from his despair,
"I shall know how to resist my father."

He kissed her on the forehead, but not again upon the lips. Then he
returned to the castle, resolved to face the terrible man who had

weighed so fearfully on his life. He did not know that Gabrielle's
house would be surrounded and guarded by soldiers the moment that he

quitted it.
The next day he was struck down with grief when, on going to see her,

he found her a prisoner. But Gabrielle sent her nurse to tell him she
would die sooner than be false to him; and, moreover, that she knew a

way to deceive the guards, and would soon take refuge in the
cardinal's library, where no one would suspect her presence, though

she did not as yet know when she could accomplish it. Etienne on that
returned to his room, where all the forces of his heart were spent in

the dreadfulsuspense of waiting.
At three o'clock on the afternoon of that day the equipages of the

duke and suite entered the courtyard of the castle. Madame la Comtesse
de Grandlieu, leaning on the arm of her daughter, the duke and

Marquise de Noirmoutier mounted the grand staircase in silence, for
the stern brow of the master had awed the servants. Though Baron

d'Artagnon now knew that Gabrielle had evaded his guards, he assured
the duke she was a prisoner, for he trembled lest his own private

scheme should fail if the duke were angered by this flight. Those two
terrible faces--his and the duke's--wore a fierce expression that was

ill-disguised by an air of gallantry imposed by the occasion. The duke
had already sent to his son, ordering him to be present in the salon.

When the company entered it, d'Artagnon saw by the downcast look on
Etienne's face that as yet he did not know of Gabrielle's escape.

"This is my son," said the old duke, taking Etienne by the hand and
presenting him to the ladies.

Etienne bowed without uttering a word. The countess and Mademoiselle
de Grandlieu exchanged a look which the old man intercepted.

"Your daughter will be ill-matched--is that your thought?" he said in
a low voice.

"I think quite the contrary, my dear duke," replied the mother,
smiling.

The Marquise de Noirmoutier, who accompanied her sister, laughed
significantly. That laugh stabbed Etienne to the heart; already the

sight of the tall lady had terrified him.
"Well, Monsieur le duc," said the duke in a low voice and assuming a

lively air, "have I not found you a handsome wife? What do you say to
that slip of a girl, my cherub?"

The old duke never doubted his son's obedience; Etienne, to him, was
the son of his mother, of the same dough, docile to his kneading.

"Let him have a child and die," thought the old man; "little I care."
"Father," said the young man, in a gentle voice, "I do not understand

you."
"Come into your own room, I have a few words to say to you," replied

the duke, leading the way into the state bedroom.
Etienne followed his father. The three ladies, stirred with a

curiosity that was shared by Baron d'Artagnon, walked about the great
salon in a manner to group themselves finally near the door of the

bedroom, which the duke had left partially open.
"Dear Benjamin," said the duke, softening his voice, "I have selected

that tall and handsome young lady as your wife; she is heiress to the
estates of the younger branch of the house of Grandlieu, a fine old

family of Bretagne. Therefore make yourself agreeable; remember all
the love-making you have read of in your books, and learn to make

pretty speeches."
"Father, is it not the first duty of a nobleman to keep his word?"

"Yes."
"Well, then, on the day when I forgave you the death of my mother,

dying here through her marriage with you, did you not promise me never
to thwart my wishes? 'I will obey you as the family god,' were the

words you said to me. I ask nothing of you, I simply demand my freedom
in a matter which concerns my life and myself only,--namely, my

marriage."
"I understood," replied the old man, all the blood in his body rushing

into his face, "that you would not oppose the continuation of our
noble race."

"You made no condition," said Etienne. "I do not know what love has to
do with race; but this I know, I love the daughter of your old friend

Beauvouloir, and the granddaughter of your friend La Belle Romaine."
"She is dead," replied the old colossus, with an air both savage and

jeering, which told only too plainly his intention of making away with
her.

A moment of deep silence followed.
The duke saw, through the half-opened door, the three ladies and

d'Artagnon. At that crucial moment Etienne, whose sense of hearing was
acute, heard in the cardinal's library poor Gabrielle's voice,

singing, to let her lover know she was there,--
"Ermine hath not

Her pureness;
The lily not her whiteness."

The hated son, whom his father's horrible speech had flung into a gulf
of death, returned to the surface of life at the sound of that voice.

Though the emotion of terror thus rapidly cast off had already in that
instant, broken his heart, he gathered up his strength, looked his

father in the face for the first time in his life, gave scorn for
scorn, and said, in tones of hatred:--

"A nobleman ought not to lie."
Then with one bound he sprang to the door of the library and cried:--

"Gabrielle!"
Suddenly the gentle creature appeared among the shadows, like the lily

among its leaves, trembling before those mocking women thus informed
of Etienne's love. As the clouds that bear the thunderproject upon

the heavens, so the old duke, reaching a degree of anger that defies
description, stood out upon the brilliantbackground produced by the

rich clothing of those courtly dames. Between the destruction of his
son and a mesalliance, every other father would have hesitated, but in

this uncontrollable old man ferocity was the power which had so far
solved the difficulties of life for him; he drew his sword in all

cases, as the only remedy that he knew for the gordian knots of life.
Under present circumstances, when the convulsion of his ideas had

reached its height, the nature of the man came uppermost. Twice
detected in flagrant falsehood by the being he abhorred, the son he

cursed, cursing him more than ever in this supreme moment when that
son's despised, and to him most despicable, weakness triumphed over

his own omnipotence, infallible till then, the father and the man
ceased to exist, the tiger issued from its lair. Casting at the angels

before him--the sweetest pair that ever set their feet on earth--a
murderous look of hatred,--

"Die, then, both of you!" he cried. "You, vile abortion, the proof of
my shame--and you," he said to Gabrielle, "miserable strumpet with the

viper tongue, who has poisoned my house."
These words struck home to the hearts of the two children the terror

that already surcharged them. At the moment when Etienne saw the huge
hand of his father raising a weapon upon Gabrielle he died, and

Gabrielle fell dead in striving to retain him.
The old man left them, and closed the door violently, saying to

Mademoiselle de Grandlieu:--
"I will marry you myself!"

"You are young and gallant enough to have a fine new lineage,"
whispered the countess in the ear of the old man, who had served under

seven kings of France.
End


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