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"You shall not fight! You shall not fight!" she cried, and her voice was so laden with command that all others grew silent and all eyes were turned upon her.
"What affair is this of yours, little one?" quoth Eugene.
"'T is this," she answered, panting, "that you need fear no marriage 'twixt my sister and Andrea."
In her eagerness she had cast caution to the winds of heaven. Her father and brother stared askance at her; I gave an inward groan.
"Andrea!" echoed Eugene at last. "What is this man to you that you speak thus of him?"
The girl flung herself upon her father's breast.
"Father," she sobbed, "dear father, forgive!"
The Chevalier's brow grew dark; roughly he seized her by the arms and, holding her at arm's length, scanned her face.
"What must I forgive?" he inquired in a thick voice. "What is M. de Mancini to you?"
Some sinister note in her father's voice caused the girl to grow of a sudden calm and to a.s.sume a rigidity that reminded me of her sister.
"He is my husband!" she answered. And there was a note of pride--almost of triumph--in her voice.
An awful silence followed the launching of that thunderbolt. Eugene stood with open mouth, staring now at Genevieve, now at his father.
Andrea set his arm about his bride's waist, and her fair head was laid trustingly upon his shoulder. The Chevalier's eyes rolled ominously. At length he spoke in a dangerously calm voice.
"How long is it--how long have you been wed?"
"We were wed in Blois an hour ago," answered Genevieve.
Something that was like a grunt escaped the Chevalier, then his eye fastened upon me, and his anger boiled up.
"You knew of this?" he asked, coming towards me.
"I knew of it."
"Then you lied to me yesterday."
I drew myself up, stiff as a broomstick.
"I do not understand," I answered coldly.
"Did you not give me your a.s.surance that M. de Mancini would marry Yvonne?"
"I did not, Monsieur. I did but tell you that he would wed your daughter. And, ma foi! your daughter he has wed."
"You have fooled me, scelerat!" he blazed out. "You, who have been sheltered by--"
"Father!" Yvonne interrupted, taking his arm. "M. de Luynes has behaved no worse than have I, or any one of us, in this matter."
"No!" he cried, and pointed to Andrea. "'T is you who have wrought this infamy. Eugene," he exclaimed, turning of a sudden to his son, "you have a sword; wipe out this shame."
"Shame!" echoed Genevieve. "Oh, father, where is the shame? If it were no shame for Andrea to marry Yvonne, surely--"
"Silence!" he thundered. "Eugene--"
But Eugene answered him with a contemptuous laugh.
"You are quick enough to call upon my sword, now that things have not fallen out as you would have them. Where are your grooms now, Monsieur?"
"Insolent hound!" cried his father indignantly. Then, letting fall his arms with something that was near akin to a sob--"Is there no one left to do aught but mock me?" he groaned.
But this weakness was no more than momentary.
"Out of my house, sir!" he blazed, turning upon Andrea, and for a moment methought he would have struck him. "Out of my house--you and this wife of yours!"
"Father!" sobbed Genevieve, with hands outstretched in entreaty.
"Out of my house," he repeated, "and you also, M. de Luynes. Away with you! Go with the master you have served so well." And, turning on his heel, he strode towards the door.
"Father--dear father!" cried Genevieve, following him: he slammed the door in her face for answer.
With a moan she sank down upon her knees, her frail body shaken by convulsive sobs--Dieu! what a bridal morn was hers!
Andrea and Yvonne raised her and led her to a chair. Eugene watched them with a cynical eye, then laughed brutally, and, gathering up his hat and cloak, he moved towards the balcony door and vanished.
"Is M. de Luynes still there?" quoth Genevieve presently.
"I am here, Madame."
"You had best set out, Monsieur," she said. "We shall follow soon--very soon."
I took Andrea aside and asked him whither it was his intention to take his wife. He replied that they would go to Chambord, where they would remain for some weeks in the hope that the Chevalier might relent sufficiently to forgive them. Thereafter it was his purpose to take his bride home to his Sicilian demesne.
Our farewells were soon spoken; yet none the less warm, for all its brevity, was my leave-taking of Andrea, and our wishes for each other's happiness were as fervent as the human heart can shape. We little thought that we were not destined to meet again for years.
Yvonne's adieu was cold and formal--so cold and formal that it seemed to rob the suns.h.i.+ne of its glory for me as I stepped out into the open air.
After all, what mattered it? I was a fool to have entertained a single tender thought concerning her.
CHAPTER XIX. OF MY RETURN TO PARIS
Scant cause is there for me to tarry over the details of my return to Paris. A sad enough journey was it; as sad for my poor Michelot as for myself, since he rode with one so dejected as I.
Things had gone ill, and I feared that when the Cardinal heard the story things would go worse, for Mazarin was never a tolerant man, nor one to be led by the gospel of mercy and forgiveness. For myself I foresaw the rope--possibly even the wheel; and a hundred times a day I dubbed myself a fool for obeying the voice of honour with such punctiliousness when so grim a reward awaited me. What mood was on me--me, Gaston de Luynes, whose honour had been long since besmirched and tattered until no outward semblance of honour was left?