The Indiscretion of the Duchess: Being a Story Concerning Two Ladies, a Nobleman, and a NecklaceHope, Anthony
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The Indiscretion of the Duchess: Being a Story Concerning Two Ladies, a Nobleman, and a Necklace
Hope, Anthony
British -- France -- Fiction; Conduct of life -- Fiction; Jewelry -- Fiction
And I could not tell her when I had come to love her, for I did not know
then--nor can I recollect now; nor have I any opinion about it, save that
it speaks ill for me that it was not when first I set my eyes upon her.
But she doubted, remembering that I had seemed fancy-struck with the
little duchess, and cold, maybe stern, to her; and because, I think, she
knew that I had seen her tempted. And to silence her doubts, I kissed her
lips. She did not return my kiss, but stood with wondering eyes. Then in
an instant a change came over her face. I felt her press my hand, and for
an instant or two her lips moved, but I heard no words, nor do I think
that the unheard words were for my ear; and I bowed my head.
Yet time pressed. Again I collected my thoughts from this sweet
reverie--wherein what gave me not least joy was the perfect trust she
showed in me, for that is perhaps the one thing in this world that a man
may be proud to win--and said to her:
"Marie, you must listen. I have something to tell you."
"Oh, you'll take me away from them?" she cried, clutching my hand in both
of hers.
"I can't now," I answered. "You must be brave. Listen: if I try to take
you away now, it may be that I should be killed and you left defenseless.
But this evening you can be safe, whatever befalls me."
"Why, what should befall you?" she asked, with a swift movement that
brought her closer to me.
I had to tell her the truth, or my plan for her salvation would not be
carried out.
"To-night I fight the duke. Hush! hush! Yes, I must fight with the
duke--yes, wounded arm, my darling, notwithstanding. We shall leave here
about five and go down to the bay toward the Mount, and there on the sands
we shall fight. And--listen now--you must follow us, about half an hour
after we have gone."
"But they will not let me go."
"Go you must. Marie, here is a pistol. Take it; and if anyone stops you,
use it. But I think none will; for the duke will be with me, and I do not
think Bontet will interfere."
"But my mother?"
"You are as strong as she."
"Yes, yes, I'll come. You'll be on the sands; I'll come!" The help she had
found in me made her brave now.
"You will get there as we are fighting or soon after. Do not look for me
or for the duke, but look for two gentlemen whom you do not know, they
will be there--French officers--and to their honor you must trust."
"But why not to you?"
"If I am alive and well, I shall not fail you; but if I come not, go to
them and demand their protection from the duke, telling them how he has
snared you here. And they will not suffer him to carry you off against
your will. Do you see? Do you understand?"
"Yes, I see. But must you fight?"
"Yes, dear, I must fight. The duke will not trouble you again, I think,
before the evening; and if you remember what I have told you, all will be
well."
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