Traitor and True: A RomanceBloundelle-Burton, John
History
Traitor and True: A Romance
Bloundelle-Burton, John
France -- History -- Louis XIV, 1643-1715 -- Fiction
He had decided all this some month or so before the night when now he
came back to Emérance to tell her what further services were required
of her above those she had already rendered, and, during that period,
he had had good opportunities of observing her unfailing fidelity to
him and his cause. One thing, however, that he had resolved to do had
not yet been carried out. The money with which he meant to reward her,
the money that should enable her to be decently housed, well fed and
properly clad and equipped, had not yet been forthcoming. Spain had
sent nothing until a few days before, and that only a trifle, since it
had been arranged that no money was to be paid until the signal was
given in the _Gazette de Bruxelles_, and then she had only sent this
small sum on the representation being made that the conspirators in
France would themselves do nothing until Spain led the way. As for De
Beaurepaire he had nothing; his years of extravagant living and the
expense which his appointments caused him necessitating his
continually asking money from his mother.
"Madame," he said, as now he entered the room, "I am here to speak
with you." Then, seeing that although Emérance turned away from the
window and faced him, she uttered no word, he continued, "My presence
is not irksome, I trust."
"There could be no presence less so," the woman answered, regaining
full command of her speech, of which some strange inward agitation had
momentarily deprived her. A moment later, forgetting that the room in
which she was belonged no more to her than to him, she motioned to De
Beaurepaire to be seated and, ere he could place a chair for her, had
seated herself.
"To-night," she went on, her calmness all returned, "you are
to tell me what farther part I can play in your--our, since I am
Norman--enterprise. Do so, therefore, I entreat of you. And, whatever
it may be, have no fear to name it. What there is to be done, I will
do."
"Madame is very brave," the Prince said, his voice soft and gentle and
his look--that was so often harsh and contemptuous--equally so. "Very
brave. Madame's heart is in this."
"It is," Emérance replied. "To the end. I fear nothing in this cause;
nothing. Speak freely."
"At present," De Beaurepaire said, "there is no danger to madame in
what she is asked to perform. Nay, she is but asked to perform that
which should bring safety to herself in place of danger. I ask her on
behalf of the Attempt and--well!--of myself, to quit France." Then,
seeing that the pallor on the face of Emérance had increased--if that
were possible: seeing, too, that her lips framed, though they did not
utter, the word "Never," he added, "only for a little while. A few
days at most."
"So!" the woman exclaimed, divining his meaning in a moment, "it is
not to quit France because I am no longer wanted, or am dangerous, or
no longer to be trusted, but because----"
"Madame, you have guessed aright, or perhaps you know the service I
would demand."
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