Arthur O'Leary Part 27

'The baron gave his willing consent; Marguerite accepted; and the only delay was now caused by the respect for an old Dutch custom--the bride should be at least eighteen, and Marguerite yet wanted three months of that age. This interval Norvins obtained leave to pa.s.s at Frankfort; and now they went about to all public places together as betrothed; paid visits in company, and were recognised by all their acquaintances as engaged to each other.

'Just at this time a French cuira.s.sier regiment marched into garrison in the town; they were on their way to the south of Germany, and only detained in Frankfort to make up their full complement of horses. In this regiment was a young Dutch officer, who once belonged to the same regiment as Van Halsdt, and who was broke by the court-martial for the same quarrel They had fought twice with swords, and only parted with the dire resolve to finish the affair at the next opportunity. This officer was a man of an inferior cla.s.s, his family being an obscure one of North Holland; and thus, when dismissed the service, he had no other resource than to enter the French army, at that time at war with Austria. He was said to be a man of overbearing temper and pa.s.sion, and it was not likely that the circ.u.mstance of his expatriation and disgrace had improved him. However, some pledge Van Halsdt had made to his father decided him in keeping out of the way. The report ran that he had given a solemn promise never to challenge nor accept any challenge from the other on any pretext whatsoever. Whatever the promise, certain it was he left Frankfort the same day the regiment marched into town, and retired to Wiesbaden.

'The circ.u.mstance soon became the subject of town gossip, and plenty there were most willing to attribute Van Halsdt's departure to prudential motives, rather than to give so wild a character any credit for filial ones. Several who felt offended at his haughty, supercilious manner now exulted in this, as it seemed, fall to his pride; and Norvins, unfortunately, fell into the same track, and by many a sly innuendo and half allusion to his absence gave greater currency to the report that his absence was dictated by other considerations than those of parental respect.

'Through all the chit-chat of the time, Marguerite showed herself highly indignant at Van Halsdt's conduct. The quiet timid girl, who detested violence and hated crime in any shape, felt disgusted at the thought of his poltroonery, and could not hear his name mentioned without an expression of contempt. All this delighted Edward; it seemed to be the just retribution on the former insolence of the other, and he longed for his return to Frankfort to witness the thousand slights that awaited him.

'Such a strange and unaccountable thing is our triumph over others for the want of those qualities in which we see ourselves deficient. No one is so loud in decrying dishonesty and fraud as the man who feels the knave m his own heart. Who can censure female frailty like her who has felt its sting in her own conscience? You remember the great traveller, Mungo Park, used to calculate the depths of rivers in Africa by rolling heavy stones over their banks and watching the air-bubbles that mounted to the surface; so, oftentimes, may you measure the innate sense of a vice by the execration some censor of morals bestows upon it. Believe me, these heavy chastis.e.m.e.nts of crime are many times but the cries of awakened conscience. I speak strongly, but I feel deeply on this subject.

'But to my story. It was the custom for Marguerite and her lover each evening to visit the theatre, where the minister had a box; and as they were stepping into the carriage one night as usual, Van Halsdt drove up to the door and asked if he might accompany them. Of course, a refusal was out of the question; he was a member of the mission; he had done nothing to forfeit his position there, however much he had lost in the estimation of society generally; and they acceded to his request, still with a species of cold courtesy that would, by any other man, have been construed into a refusal.

'As they drove along in silence, the constraint increased at every moment, and had it not been for the long-suppressed feeling of hated rivalry, Norvins could have pitied Van Halsdt as he sat, no longer with his easy smile of self-satisfied indifference, but with a clouded, heavy brow, mute and pale. As for Marguerite, her features expressed a species of quiet, cold disdain whenever she looked towards him, far more terrible to bear than anything like an open reproach. Twice or thrice he made an effort to start some topic of conversation, but in vain; his observations were either unreplied to, or met a cold, distant a.s.sent more chilling still. At length, as if resolved to break through their icy reserve towards him, he asked in a tone of affected indifference--

'"Any changes in Frankfort, mademoiselle, since I had the pleasure of seeing you last?"

'"None, sir, that I know of, save that the French cuira.s.sier regiment marched this morning for Baden, _of which, however, it is more than probable you are aware already_."

'On each of these latter words she laid an undue stress, fixing her eyes steadfastly on him, and speaking in a slow, measured tone. He grew deeply red, almost black for a moment or two; his moustache seemed almost to bristle with the tremulous convulsion that shook his upper lip; then as suddenly he became lividly pale, while the great drops of perspiration stood on his brow, and fell upon his cheek. Not another word was spoken. They soon reached the theatre, when Norvins offered Marguerite his arm, Van Halsdt slowly following them upstairs.

'The play was one of Lessing's and well acted; but somehow Norvins could pay no attention to the performance, his whole soul being occupied by other thoughts. Marguerite appeared to him in a different light from what he had ever seen her--not less to be loved, but altogether different. The staid, placid girl, whose quiet thoughts seemed never to rest on topics of violent pa.s.sion or excitement, who fled from the very approach of anything bordering on overwrought feeling, now appeared carried away by her abhorrence of a man to the very extreme of hatred for conduct which Norvins scarcely thought she should have considered even faulty. If, then, his triumph over Van Halsdt brought any pleasure to his heart, a secret sense of his own deficiency in the very quality for which she condemned him made him shudder.

'While he reflected thus, his ear was struck with a conversation in the box next his, in which were seated a large party of young men, with two or three ladies, whose air, dress, and manners were at least somewhat equivocal. '"And so, Alphonse, you succeeded after all?" said a youth to a large, powerful, dark-moustached man, whose plain blue frock could not conceal the soldier.

'"Yes," replied he, in a deep sonorous voice; "our doctor managed the matter for me. He p.r.o.nounced me unable to march before to-morrow; he said that my old wound in the arm gave symptoms of uneasiness, and required a little more rest. But, by Saint Denis, I see little benefit in the plan, after all. This 'white feather' has not ventured back, and I must leave in the morning without meeting him."

'These words, which were spoken somewhat loudly, could be easily heard in any part of the adjoining box; and scarcely were they uttered when Van Halsdt, who sat the entire evening far back, and entirely concealed from view, covered his face with both hands, and remained in that posture for several minutes. When he withdrew them, the alteration in his countenance was actually fearful. Though his cheeks were pale as death, his eyes were bloodshot, and the lids swelled and congested; his lips, too, were protruded, and trembled like one in an ague, and his clasped hands shook against the chair.

'Norvins would have asked him if he were ill, but was afraid even to speak to him, while again his attention was drawn off by the voices near him.

'"Not got a bouquet?" said the large man to a lady beside him; "_pardi_, that's too bad. Let me a.s.sist you. I perceive that this pretty damsel, who turns her shoulder so disdainfully towards us, makes little use of hers, and so _avec permission_, mademoiselle!" With that he stood up, and leaning across the division into their box, stretched over his hand and took the bouquet that lay before Marguerite, and handed it to the lady at his side.

'Marguerite started back, as her eyes flashed with offended pride, and then turned them on her lover. He stood up, not to resent the insult, but to offer her his arm to leave the box. She gave him a look: never in a glance was there read such an expression of withering contempt; and drawing her shawl around her, she said in a low voice, "The carriage."

Before Edward could open the box door to permit her to pa.s.s out, Van Halsdt sprang to the front of the box, and stretched over. Then came a crash, a cry, a confused shout of many voices together, and the word _polisson_ above all; but hurrying Marguerite along, Norvins hastened down the stairs and a.s.sisted her into the carriage. As she took her place, he made a gesture as if to follow, but she drew the door towards her, and with a shuddering expression, "No!" leaned back, and closed the door. The _caleche_ moved on, and Norvins was alone in the street.

'I shall not attempt to describe the terrific rush of sensations that came crowding on his brain. Coward as he was, he would have braved a hundred deaths rather than endure such agony. He turned towards the theatre, but his craven spirit seemed to paralyse his very limbs; he felt as if were his antagonist before him, he would not have had energy to speak to him. Marguerite's look was ever before him; it sank into his inmost soul; it was burning there like a fire, that no memory nor after sorrow should ever quench.

'As he stood thus, an arm was pa.s.sed hastily through his, and he was led along. It was Van Halsdt, his hat drawn over his brows, and a slight mark of blood upon his cheek. He seemed so overwhelmed with his own sensations as not to be cognisant of his companion's.

'"I struck him," said he, in a thick guttural voice, the very breathings of vengeance--"I struck him to my feet. It is now _a la mort_ between us, and better it should be _so_ at once." As he spoke thus he turned towards the boulevard, instead of the usual way towards the emba.s.sy.

'"We are going wrong," said Norvins--"this leads to the Breiten ga.s.se."

'"I know it," was the brief reply; "we must make for the country; the thing was too public not to excite measures of precaution. We are to rendezvous at Katznach." '"With swords?"

'"No; pistols, _this time_." said he, with a fiendish emphasis on the last words.

'They walked on for above an hour, pa.s.sing through the gate of the town, and reaching the open country, each silent and lost in his own thoughts.

'At a small cabaret they procured horses and a guide to Katznach, which was about eleven miles up the mountain. The way was so steep that they were obliged to walk their horses, and frequently to get down and lead them; yet not a word was spoken on either side. Once, only, Norvins asked how he was to get his pistols from Frankfort; to which the other answered merely, "They provide the weapons!" and they were again silent.

'Norvins was somewhat surprised, and offended also, that his companion should have given him so little of his confidence at such a moment; gladly, indeed, would he have exchanged his own thoughts for those of any one else, but he left him to ruminate in silence on his unhappy position, and to brood over miseries that every minute seemed to aggravate.

'"They're coming up the road yonder; I see them now," said Van Halsdt suddenly, as he aroused the other from a deep train of melancholy thoughts. "Ha! how lame he walks!" cried he, with savage exultation.

'In a few minutes the party, consisting of four persons, dismounted from their horses, and entered the little burial-ground beside the chapel.

One of them advancing hastily towards Van Halsdt, shook him warmly by the hand, and whispered something in his ear. The other replied; when the first speaker turned towards Norvins with a look of ineffable scorn and then pa.s.sed over to the opposite group. Edward soon perceived that this man was to act as Halsdt's friend; and though really glad that such an office fell not to his share, he was deeply offended on being thus, as it were, pa.s.sed over. In this state of dogged anger he sat down on a tombstone, and, as if having no interest whatever in the whole proceedings, never once looked towards them.

'Norvins did not notice that the party now took the path towards the wood, nor was he conscious of the flight of time, when suddenly the loud report of two pistols, so close together as to be almost blended, rang through his ears. Then he sprang up, a dreadful pang piercing his bosom, some terrible sense of guilt he could neither fathom nor explain flas.h.i.+ng across him. At the same instant the brushwood crashed behind him, and Van Halsdt and his companion came out; the former with his eyes glistening and his cheek flushed, the other pale and dreadfully agitated. He nodded towards Edward significantly, and Van Halsdt said, "Yes."

'Before Norvins could conjecture what this meant, the stranger approached him, and said--

'"I am sorry, sir, the sad work of this morning cannot end here; but of course you are prepared to afford my friend the only reparation in your power."

'"Me! reparation! what do you mean? Afford whom?"

'"Monsieur van Halsdt," said he coolly, and with a slight emphasis of contempt as he spoke.

'"Monsieur van Halsdt! he never offended _me_; I never insulted, never injured _him_," said Edward, trembling at every word.

'"Never injured me!" cried Van Halsdt. "Is it nothing that you have ruined me for ever; that your cowardice to resent an affront offered to one who should have been dearer than your life, a hundred times told, should have involved me in a duel with a man I swore never to meet, never to cross swords nor exchange a shot with? Is it nothing that I am to be disgraced by my king, disinherited by my father--a beggar and an exile at once? Is it nothing, sir, that the oldest name of Friesland is to be blotted from the n.o.bles of his nation? Is it nothing that for you I should be _what I now am?_"

'The last words were uttered in a voice that made Norvins, very blood run cold; but he could not speak, he could not mutter a word in answer.

'"What!" said Van Halsdt, in an accent of cutting sarcasm, "I thought that perhaps in the suddenness of the moment your courage, unprepared for an unexpected call, might not have stood your part; but can it be true that you are a coward? Is this the case?"

'Norvins hung down his head; the sickness of death was on him. The dreadful pause was broken at last; it was Van Halsdt who spoke--

'"Adieu, sir; I grieve for you. I hope we may never meet again; yet let me give you a counsel ere we part. There is but one coat men can wear with impunity when they carry a malevolent and a craven spirit; you can he a------"'

'Monsieur l'Abbe, the dinner is on the table,' said a servant, entering at this moment of the story.

'_Ma foi_, and so it is,' said he, looking gaily at his watch, as he rose from his chair.

'But mademoiselle,' said I, 'what became of her?'

'Ah, Marguerite: she was married to Van Halsdt in less than three months. The cuira.s.sier fortunately recovered from his wounds; the duel was shown to be a thing forced by the stress of consequences. As for Van Halsdt, the king forgave him, and he is now amba.s.sador at Naples.'

'And the other, Norvins?--though I scarcely feel any interest in him.'

'I'm sorry for it,' said he, laughing; 'but won't you move forward?'

With that he made me a polite bow to precede him towards the dinner-room, and followed me with the jaunty step and the light gesture of an easy and contented nature.

I need scarcely say that I did not sit next the abbe that day at dinner; on the contrary, I selected the most stupid-looking old man I could find for my neighbour, hugging myself in the thought, that, where there is little agreeability, Nature may kindly have given in recompense some traits of honesty and some vestiges of honour. Indeed, such a disgust did I feel for the amusing features of the pleasantest part of the company, and so inextricably did I connect repartee with rascality, that I trembled at every good thing I heard, and stole away early to bed, resolving never to take sudden fancies to agreeable people as long as I lived--an oath which a long residence in a certain country that shall be nameless happily permits me to keep, with little temptation to transgress.

The next morning was indeed a brilliant one--the earth refreshed by rain, the verdure more brilliant, the mountain streams grown fuller; all the landscape seemed to s.h.i.+ne forth in its gladdest features. I was up and stirring soon after sunrise; and with all my prejudices against such a means of 'lengthening one's days,' I sat at my window, actually entranced with the beauty of the scene. Beyond the river there rose a heath-clad mountain, along which misty ma.s.ses of vapour swept hurriedly, disclosing as they pa.s.sed some tiny patch of cultivation struggling for life amid granite rocks and abrupt precipices. As the sun grew stronger, the grey tints became brown and the brown grew purple, while certain dark lines that tracked their way from summit to base began to s.h.i.+ne like silver, and showed the course of many a mountain torrent tumbling and splas.h.i.+ng towards that little lake that lay calm as a mirror below. Immediately beneath my window was the garden of the chateau-- a succession of terraces descending to the very river. The quaint yew hedges carved into many a strange device, the bal.u.s.trades half hidden by flowering shrubs and creepers, the marble statues peeping out here and there, trim and orderly as they looked, were a pleasant feature of the picture, and heightened the effect of the desolate grandeur of the distant view. The very swans that sailed about on the oval pond told of habitation and life, just as the broad expanded wing that soared above the mountain peak spoke of the wild region where the eagle was king.

My musings were suddenly brought to a close by a voice on the terrace beneath. It was that of a man who was evidently, from his pace, enjoying his morning's promenade under the piazza of the chateau, while he hummed a tune to pa.s.s away the time:--