Tales Of Adventure. Robert Louis Stevenson

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СКАЧАТЬ to her feet and turned towards the new comers. She moved all of a piece; and shame and exhaustion were expressed in every line of her fresh young body; and she held her head down and kept her eyes upon the pavement, as she came slowly forward. In the course of her advance, her eyes fell upon Denis de Beaulieu’s feet – feet of which he was justly vain, be it remarked, and wore in the most elegant accoutrement even while travelling. She paused – started, as if his yellow boots had conveyed some shocking meaning – and glanced suddenly up into the wearer’s countenance. Their eyes met; shame gave place to horror and terror in her looks; the blood left her lips; with a piercing scream she covered her face with her hands and sank upon the chapel floor.

      ‘That is not the man!’ she cried. ‘My uncle, that is not the man!’

      The Sire de Malétroit chirped agreeably. ‘Of course not,’ he said; ‘I expected as much. It was so unfortunate you could not remember his name.’

      ‘Indeed,’ she cried, ‘indeed, I have never seen this person till this moment – I have never so much as set eyes upon him – I never wish to see him again. Sir,’ she said, turning to Denis, ‘if you are a gentleman, you will bear me out. Have I ever seen you – have you ever seen me – before this accursed hour?’

      ‘To speak for myself, I have never had that pleasure,’ answered the young man. ‘This is the first time, messire, that I have met with your engaging niece.’

      The old gentleman shrugged his shoulders.

      ‘I am distressed to hear it,’ he said. ‘But it is never too late to begin. I had little more acquaintance with my own late lady ere I married her; which proves,’ he added with a grimace, ‘that these impromptu marriages may often produce an excellent understanding in the long run. As the bridegroom is to have a voice in the matter, I will give him two hours to make up for lost time before we proceed with the ceremony.’ And he turned towards the door, followed by the clergyman.

      The girl was on her feet in a moment. ‘My uncle, you cannot be in earnest,’ she said. ‘I declare before God I will stab myself rather than be forced on that young man. The heart rises at it; God forbid such marriages; you dishonour your white hair. Oh, my uncle, pity me! There is not a woman in all the world but would prefer death to such a nuptial. Is it possible,’ she added, faltering, ‘is it possible that you do not believe me – that you still think this’ – and she pointed at Denis with a tremor of anger and contempt – ‘that you still think this to be the man?’

      ‘Frankly,’ said the old gentleman, pausing on the threshold, ‘I do. But let me explain to you once for all, Blanche de Malétroit, my way of thinking about this affair. When you took it into your head to dishonour my family and the name that I have borne, in peace and war, for more than three-score years, you forfeited, not only the right to question my designs, but that of looking me in the face. If your father had been alive, he would have spat on you and turned you out of doors. His was the hand of iron. You may bless your God you have only to deal with the hand of velvet, mademoiselle. It was my duty to get you married without delay. Out of pure goodwill, I have tried to find your own gallant for you. And I believe I have succeeded. But before God and all the holy angels, Blanche de Malétroit, if I have not, I care not one jackstraw. So let me recommend you to be polite to our young friend; for upon my word, your next groom may be less appetising.’

      And with that he went out, with the chaplain at his heels; and the arras fell behind the pair.

      The girl turned upon Denis with flashing eyes.

      ‘And what, sir,’ she demanded, ‘may be the meaning of all this?’

      ‘God knows,’ returned Denis gloomily. ‘I am a prisoner in this house, which seems full of mad people. More I know not; and nothing do I understand.’

      ‘And pray how came you here?’ she asked.

      He told her as briefly as he could. ‘For the rest,’ he added, ‘perhaps you will follow my example, and tell me the answer to all these riddles, and what, in God’s name, is like to be the end of it.’

      She stood silent for a little, and he could see her lips tremble and her tearless eyes burn with a feverish lustre. Then she pressed her forehead in both hands.

      ‘Alas, how my head aches!’ she said wearily – ‘to say nothing of my poor heart! But it is due to you to know my story, unmaidenly as it must seem. I am called Blanche de Malétroit; I have been without father or mother for – oh! for as long as I can recollect, and indeed I have been most unhappy all my life. Three months ago a young captain began to stand near me every day in church. I could see that I pleased him; I am much to blame, but I was so glad that anyone should love me; and when he passed me a letter, I took it home with me and read it with great pleasure. Since that time he has written many. He was so anxious to speak with me, poor fellow! and kept asking me to leave the door open some evening that we might have two words upon the stair. For he knew how much my uncle trusted me.’ She gave something like a sob at that, and it was a moment before she could go on. ‘My uncle is a hard man, but he is very shrewd,’ she said at last. ‘He has performed many feats in war, and was a great person at court, and much trusted by Queen Isabeau in old days. How he came to suspect me I cannot tell; but it is hard to keep anything from his knowledge; and this morning, as we came from mass, he took my hand in his, forced it open, and read my little billet, walking by my side all the while. When he had finished, he gave it back to me with great politeness. It contained another request to have the door left open; and this has been the ruin of us all. My uncle kept me strictly in my room until evening, and then ordered me to dress myself as you see me – a hard mockery for a young girl, do you not think so? I suppose, when he could not prevail with me to tell him the young captain’s name, he must have laid a trap for him: into which, alas! you have fallen in the anger of God. I looked for much confusion; for how could I tell whether he was willing to take me for his wife on these sharp terms? He might have been trifling with me from the first; or I might have made myself too cheap in his eyes. But truly I had not looked for such a shameful punishment as this! I could not think that God would let a girl be so disgraced before a young man. And now I have told you all; and I can scarcely hope that you will not despise me.’

      Denis made her a respectful inclination.

      ‘Madam,’ he said, ‘you have honoured me by your confidence. It remains for me to prove that I am not unworthy of the honour. Is Messire de Malétroit at hand?’

      ‘I believe he is writing in the salle without,’ she answered.

      ‘May I lead you thither, madam?’ asked Denis, offering his hand with his most courtly bearing.

      She accepted it; and the pair passed out of the chapel, Blanche in a very drooping and shamefast condition, but Denis strutting and ruffling in the consciousness of a mission, and the boyish certainty of accomplishing it with honour.

      The Sire de Malétroit rose to meet them with an ironical obeisance.

      ‘Sir,’ said Denis with the grandest possible air, ‘I believe I am to have some say in the matter of this marriage; and let me tell you at once, I will be no party to forcing the inclination of this young lady. Had it been freely offered to me, I should have been proud to accept her hand, for I perceive she is as good as she is beautiful; but as things are, I have now the honour, messire, of refusing.’

      Blanche looked at him with gratitude in her eyes; but the old gentleman only smiled and smiled, until his smile grew positively sickening to Denis.

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