The Temptress Part 53

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On the Pont de la Concorde, if I remember aright, and on the morning you left Paris so suddenly without bidding us farewell, you--"

"How is Glanville?" interrupted the artist. "Have you met him since he forsook the Quartier Latin?"

"Forsook! Bah!" exclaimed the voluble Frenchwoman, shrugging her shoulders deprecatingly. Without answering the question, she continued: "At the time your departure caused some surprise among us, but we little dreamed that you had any connection with the affair of the Boulevard Haussmann. It was only afterwards that the reason of your flight was discovered--"

"By whom?" he asked anxiously.

"By me alone. Never fear, I shall act with circ.u.mspection," she added, noticing his look of anxiety and alarm. "My life has been as adventurous as yours, and since that occurrence I have learnt wisdom. I have sought you for two reasons."

"What are they?"

"Firstly, your friend here, M'sieur Trethowen, and yourself have both been the victims of Valerie Duvauchel. You drank of her love philtre, and succ.u.mbed to her beauty. You desire revenge--eh?"

Hugh bent his head in acquiescence.

"I, too, have been cruelly wronged by her. I have waited long in order to repay the debt I owe, and the hour of her retribution is now at hand."

"What has she done to you?" asked Hugh anxiously.

"I will explain everything when in your presence, I meet her face to face. Till then I keep my own secret, fully confident that after the revelations I shall make she will not dare to trouble you again with her presence."

"But you must not--you shall not--do this!" cried Egerton excitedly.

"She will wreak her vengeance upon me."

"Entertain no such gloomy apprehensions," urged Gabrielle, with a smile of a.s.surance. "Before I have done with `La Belle Hirondelle' she will implore for mercy upon her knees. But will I extend any to her? No.

_Grand Dieu_! She shall suffer for her crime, as I have done."

She spoke determinedly, her dark eyes emitting a fierce gleam of hatred.

"How do you propose to do that?" inquired Hugh breathlessly.

"Ask no questions at present, m'sieur. Your wife and her lover have obtained your fortune and are spending it recklessly. At present this-- what you call leader of the _demi-rnonde_--is entertaining a party at your chateau. My proposal is that we three go down there to-morrow and in the midst of the festivities, we will produce an interesting tableau.

Do you agree?"

"You spoke of my wife's lover," gasped Hugh. "Tell me, who is he?"

"Pierre Rouillier--the man you know as Adolphe Chavoix."

"Chavoix!"

"Yes. Accompany me to-morrow, and you shall see."

There was a brief silence, followed by some protests from Egerton, but after considerable argument it was eventually agreed that mademoiselle's suggestion should be carried out.

The artist produced some wine and gla.s.ses, and they drank together.

Soon afterwards Gabrielle, urging her old friend to be of good cheer, took her departure. As she opened the door to take her leave, she exclaimed, with an exultant laugh--

"La Belle little dreams how near is Nemesis. You do not antic.i.p.ate how complete my revenge will be. Her future is in my hands. _Mon Dieu_!

We shall triumph and crush her. Nevertheless she richly deserves her punishment, and she shall receive it, never fear."

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE.

LA PEt.i.tE HIRONDELLE.

The fine old banqueting hall at Coombe, with its dark oak panelling and polished floor, transformed for the nonce into a ballroom presented an animated and pleasing spectacle.

In the decorations, flags and palms had been used, and the ferns and evergreens ornamenting the walls contrasted well with the bright dresses of the dancers. The myriad lights in the magnificent chandeliers re fleeting in the mirrors multiplied and increased in effect; the air was heavy with the perfume of exotics; and the strains of tripping music from the band, now loud and fast, and again soft and low, resounded through the mansion. At the farther end of the hall a large square window stood open and gave exit to the garden, every bush and tree of which was illuminated by fairy lamps, notwithstanding that the night was frosty and moonlit.

Valerie's outward and visible signs of lamentation had been of brief duration. Within a year of her husband's reported demise she threw off the trammels of widowhood, cast aside her weeds, and at once set herself to lead the unconventional set into which she had entered during her former residence in London. With a Parisienne's love of admiration, her ambition for several years had been to outvie the other women who comprised her circle; and now, with wealth at her command and an establishment as fine as any in the county, she was enabled to indulge every whim and entertain her guests in a lavish manner which caused them envy.

For the most part her acquaintances were women who were shunned by the disciples of Mother Grundy; some cigarette-smoking Bohemians whose only offence against society's unwritten laws was that they exhibited their un-conventionalities openly; others pure adventuresses almost as fair and fascinating as herself. During the year she lived in England immediately before meeting Hugh, she had come into contact with these people, and after her sudden acquisition of fortune she had lost no time in renewing their acquaintance.

It is astonis.h.i.+ng what a large number of friends a wealthy women can command, even though she be placed beyond the pale of society and has never bowed before her august Sovereign. If she be handsome and fas.h.i.+onable, she can easily conquer the prejudices of the hypercritical followers of Dame Straightlace. Thus, although the magnates of North Cornwall and their wives and daughters were somewhat shocked and scandalised by her brief period of mourning, and the apparent levity with which she regarded her bereavement, nevertheless many retained a visiting intimacy with the widow of the once popular young owner of Coombe.

a.s.sessing the value of her personal charms correctly, her attempt to s.h.i.+ne as the leader of a smart set had not failed. Aware that should her connection with Pierre become known it would be to her detriment, she had arranged with him to keep apart from her as much as possible; therefore the direction of her affections was suspected only by one or two of her oldest friends. Her fetes were characterised by their extravagance and profuse display, for she spared no effort to ensure the enjoyment of those who accepted her hospitality; nevertheless, on this particular night she had eclipsed the _menu_ of pleasures previously provided.

An entertainment so novel could scarcely fail to be a success. Possibly it might have stirred feelings of pain and indignation within the b.r.e.a.s.t.s of the pharasaical, but as none of that order were included in the company, a satisfactory issue of the terpsich.o.r.ean novelty was a.s.sured.

It was nothing less than a reproduction of that strange spectacle which was originated at Ootacamund by the Governor and his select circle, and which caused so much excitement and comment in Madras, the Demon's Dance.

The ball had opened with two extras and two valses, after which came the feature of the evening.

As the first discordant crash of music was heard, eight men rushed into the room. The attire of these imitators of his Satanic majesty was in itself remarkable. Long black-forked tails, tufts of hair on either side of the head, gave the idea of pointed ears; black coats, with a kind of bat's wing under the arm and joined at the side; black bands of silk across the s.h.i.+rt front covering all gleams of white, knee-breeches, silk stockings, and pumps. Each in his rush along the room seized a reluctant angel, and dragged her to a place in the set. Their fair partners were most becomingly attired in soft flowing robes of white, with silver girdles, stars in their hair, flowing wing sleeves, and a big spray of lilies in their hands.

No one but the eight from above and the subterranean eight took part in this dance, the rest being content to watch the curious sight. They danced with wonderful fiendish grace and agility, dragging their partners, whirling them round and pirouetting around them. Some angels appeared to dance easily while others, feigning reluctance, unwillingly went through the set. Valerie, in the arms of a tall demoniacal partner, almost flew about, her feet scarcely touching the ground, and her face bearing an expression of intense satisfaction and enjoyment.

The bright spirits, with their sable lords, having finished the Lancers, concluded with a wild rapid waltz.

The radiant hostess, flushed by excitement, had been led to her seat, and was receiving the congratulations of her guests on the success of the entertainment, when Jacob crossed the room and deferentially accosted her.

"Well, what's the matter?" she inquired, scanning the servitor sharply.

"A gentleman in the library wishes to speak to you, madame. He will not give his card," said the old man.

"I can't be troubled now to see anyone," she replied petulantly.

"Excuse me, madame," he exclaimed, bowing. "But I think he desires to see you on very urgent business."

"Do you know what it is? Haven't I told you often to always ask strangers what they want to see me about?"

"I have asked him, madame, but he refused to tell me," said Jacob, undisturbed by her impatience. "He said he wished to see you at once and alone."

"Alone," she repeated, in surprise. "I wonder who it can be?"

Then reflecting that any business at that hour must be of importance, she directed the servant to take her to where the stranger was in waiting.

The library, a small, quaint old room, was situated in a wing of the building, at some distance from where the ball was in progress, and was virtually shut off from the rest of the house by baize doors placed halfway down the corridor.

Jacob led the way, and, ceremoniously throwing open the door of the apartment, announced the advent of his mistress. The two shaded candles which stood upon the writing-table threw such a dim light over the sombre room that when she entered she did not for the moment recognise her visitor.

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