She tried to rise and rush after him,but whether she was really overcome by her feelings,or whether she felt the one chance of prevailing left her was to faint,she uttered a heartrending cry,and the chevalier had no choice but to support her sinking form.
De Jars,on seeing his nephew staggering under this burden,gave a loud laugh,and hurried away.Two minutes later he was once more at the tavern in the rue Saint-Andre-des-Arts.
"How's this?Alone?"said Jeannin.
"Alone."
"What have you done with the chevalier?"
"I left him with our charmer,who was unconscious,overcome with grief,exhausted Ha!ha!ha!She fell fainting into his arms!Ha!
ha!ha!"
"It's quite possible that the young rogue,being left with her in such a condition,may cut me out.""Do you think so?--Ha!ha!ha!"
And de Jars laughed so heartily and so infectiously that his worthy friend was obliged to join in,and laughed till he choked.
In the short silence which followed the departure of the commander,Maitre Quennebert could hear the widow still murmuring something,but he was less disposed than ever to attend to her.
"On my word,"said he,"the scene now going on is more curious than all that went before.I don't think that a man has ever found himself in such a position as mine.Although my interests demand that I remain here and listen,yet my fingers are itching to box the ears of that Chevalier de Moranges.If there were only some way of getting at a proof of all this!Ah!now we shall hear something;the hussy is coming to herself."And indeed Angelique had opened her eyes and was casting wild looks around her;she put her hand to her brow several times,as if trying to recall clearly what had happened.
"Is he gone?"she exclaimed at last."Oh,why did you let him go?
You should not have minded me,but kept him here.""Be calm,"answered the chevalier,"be calm,for heaven's sake.Ishall speak to my uncle and prevent his ruining your prospects.Only don't weep any more,your tears break my heart.Ah,my God!how cruel it is to distress you so!I should never be able to withstand your tears;no matter what reason I had for anger,a look from you would make me forgive you everything.""Noble young man!"said Angelique.
"Idiot!"muttered Maitre Quennebert;"swallow the honey of his words,do But how the deuce is it going to end?Not Satan himself ever invented such a situation.""But then I could never believe you guilty without proof,irrefutable proof;and even then a word from you would fill my mind with doubt and uncertainty again.Yes,were the whole world to accuse you and swear to your guilt,I should still believe your simple word.I am young,madam,I have never known love as yet--until an instant ago Ihad no idea that more quickly than an image can excite the admiration of the eye,a thought can enter the heart and stir it to its depths,and features that one may never again behold leave a lifelong memory behind.But even if a woman of whom I knew absolutely nothing were to appeal to me,exclaiming,'I implore your help,your protection!'
