Part 28 (1/2)

”And I thank G.o.d for that,” said the Countess Laure. ”I have never forgot what you did for me, and----”

”Nor has the memory of your interposition which twice saved my life escaped from my mind for a single instant, mademoiselle.”

”Yes, it was very fine, no doubt, on the part of both of you,” said Captain Yeovil, a little impatiently, because he did not quite see the cause of all this perturbation on the part of his betrothed; ”but you are quits now, and for my part----”

”What I did for mademoiselle is nothing, monsieur. I shall always be in her debt,” replied the Frenchman.

”Monsieur St. Laurent,” said the Marquis, turning to the other occupant of the room, ”my new adjutant, Monsieur Marteau,” he added in explanation, ”was there not a Marteau borne on the rolls of the regiment? I think I saw the name when I looked yesterday, and it attracted me because I knew it.”

”Yes, your Excellency,” said St. Laurent, ”he was a Captain when he was detached.”

”You were on service elsewhere, _Monsieur mon Capitaine_?” asked the Marquis.

”I was a Lieutenant-Colonel, your Excellency.”

”And where and when?”

”On the day at Arcis. Made so by”--he threw up his head--”by him who cannot be named.”

”Ah! Quite so,” said the Marquis, helping himself to a pinch of snuff from a jeweled box, quite after the fas.h.i.+on of the old regime. He shut the box and tapped it gently. ”There is, I believe, a vacancy in the regiment, a Captaincy. My gracious King, whom G.o.d and the saints preserve, leaves the appointment to me. It is at your service. I regret that I can offer you no higher rank. I shall be glad to have you in my command,” he went on. ”It is meet and right that you should be there. I and my house have been well served for generations by your house.”

”I regret that I cannot accept your offer.”

”Why not?” asked the Marquis haughtily. ”It is not to every wandering officer that I would have made it.”

”I should have to swear allegiance to your King, monsieur, and that I----”

”Enough,” said the Marquis imperiously. ”The offer is withdrawn. You may go, sir.”

”I have a duty to discharge before I avail myself of your courteous permission,” said the young man firmly.

”My uncle,” said the girl, ”you cannot dismiss Monsieur Jean Marteau in that cavalier fas.h.i.+on. It is due to him that I am here.”

”No, curse me, Marquis,” burst out Sir Gervaise, wagging his big head at the tall, French n.o.ble, ”you don't know how much you owe to that young man. Why, even I would not have been here but for him.”

”I am deeply sensible to the obligations under which he has laid me, both through the Comtesse Laure, and through you, old friend. I have just endeavored to discharge them. If there be any other way---- Monsieur is recently from prison--perhaps the state of his finances--if he would permit me----” continued the Marquis, who was not without generous impulses, it seemed.

”Sir,” interrupted Marteau, ”I thank you, but I came here to confer, not to receive, benefits.”

”To confer, monsieur?”

”We Marteaux have been accustomed to render service, as the Marquis will recollect,” he said proudly.

He drew forth a soiled, worn packet of papers. Because they had represented nothing of value to his captors they had not been taken.

They had never left his person except during his long period of illness, when they had been preserved by a faithful official of the hospital and returned to him afterward.

”Allow me to return these to the Marquis,” he said, tendering them.

”And what are these?” asked the old man.

”The t.i.tle deeds to the Aumenier estates, monsieur.”