"Go to your work," said he."Extinguish the lights, and see that all the doors and windows are carefully closed."He had made up his mind now, and taking out his watch, saw that it was just eight o'clock."I have time to reach Paris," muttered he, "by the appointed time." Then he called Jean to him again.There was no need to conceal anything from this trusty adherent of the house of Champdoce."I must start for Paris," said the Duke, "without an instant's delay.""On account of that letter?" asked the old man with an expression of the deepest sorrow upon his features.
"Yes, for that reason only."
"Some one has been ****** false charges against the Duchess.""How do you know that?"
"It was easy enough to guess."
"Have the carriage got ready, and tell the coachman to wait for me in front of the club.I myself will go on foot.""You must not do that," answered Jean gravely."The servants may have conceived the same suspicions as I have.You ought to creep away without any one being a bit the wiser.The other domestics need not even suppose that you have left the house.I can get you a horse out of the little stables without any one being the wiser.I will wait for you on the other side of the bridge.""Good; but remember that I have not a moment to lose."Jean left the room, and as he reached the passage Norbert heard him say to one of the servants, "Put some cold supper on the table; the Duke says that he is starving."Norbert went into his bedroom, put on a great coat and a pair of high boots, and slipped into his pocket a revolver, the charges of which he had examined with the greatest care.The night was exceedingly dark, a fine, icy rain was falling, and the roads were very heavy.Norbert found Jean with the horse at the appointed spot, and as he leaped into the saddle the Duke exclaimed, "Not a soul saw me leave the house.""Nor I either," returned the attached domestic."I shall go back and act as if you were at supper.At three in the morning I will be in the wine-shop on the left-hand side of the road.When you return, give a gentle tap on the window-pane with the handle of your whip." Norbert sprang into the saddle, and sped away through the darkness like a phantom of the night.Jean had made an excellent choice in the horse he had brought for his master's use, and the animal made its way rapidly through the mud and rain; but Norbert by this time was half mad with excitement, and spurred him madly on.As he neared home a new idea crossed his brain.Suppose it was a practical joke on the part of some of the members of the club? In that case, they would doubtless be watching for his arrival, and, after talking to him on indifferent subjects, would, when he betrayed any symptoms of impatience, overwhelm him with ridicule.The fear of this made him cautious.What should he do with the horse he was riding? The wine-shops were open, and perhaps he might pick up some man there who would take charge of it for him.As he was debating this point, his eyes fell upon a soldier, probably on his way to barracks.
"My man," asked the Duke, "would you like to earn twenty francs?""I should think so, if it is nothing contrary to the rules and regulations of the army.""It is only to take my horse and walk him up and down while I pay a visit close by.""I can stay out of the barracks a couple of hours longer, but no more," returned the soldier.
Norbert told the soldier where he was to wait for him, and then went on rapidly to his own house, and reached the side street along which ran the garden belonging to his magnificent residence.On the opposite side of the street the houses all had porticoes, and Norbert took up his position in one of these, and peered out carefully.He had studied the whole street, which was not a long one, from beginning to end, and was convinced that he was the only person in it.He made up his mind that he would wait until midnight; and if by that time no one appeared, he would feel confident that the Duchess was innocent, and return without any one but Jean having known of his expedition.From his position he could see that three windows on the second floor of his house were lighted up, and those windows were in his wife's sleeping apartment."She is the last woman in the world to permit a lover to visit her," thought he."No, no; the whole thing is a hoax."He began to think of the way in which he had treated his wife.Had he nothing to reproach himself with? Ten days after their marriage he had deserted her entirely; and if during the last few weeks he had paid her any attention, it was because he was acting in obedience to the whims of another woman.Suppose a lover was with her now, what right had he to interfere? The law gave him leave, but what did his conscience say? He leaned against the chill stone until he almost became as cold as it was.It seemed to him at that moment that life and hope were rapidly drifting away from him.He had lost all count of how long he had been on guard.He pulled out his watch, but it was too dark to distinguish the hands or the figures on the dial-plate.Aneighboring clock struck the half-hour, but this gave him no clue as to the time.He had almost made up his mind to leave, when he heard the sound of a quick step coming down the street.It was the light, quick step of a sportsman,--of a man more accustomed to the woods and fields than the pavement and asphalt of Paris.Then a shadow fell upon the opposite wall, and almost immediately disappeared.Then Norbert knew that the door had opened and closed, and that the man had entered the garden.There could be no doubt upon this point, and yet the Duke would have given worlds to be able to disbelieve the evidence of his senses.It might be a burglar, but burglars seldom work alone; or it might be a visitor to one of the servants, but all the servants were absent.He again raised his eyes to the windows of his wife's room.
All of a sudden the light grew brighter; either the lamp had been turned up, or fresh candles lighted.Yes, it was a candle, for he saw it borne across the room in the direction of the great staircase, and now he saw that the anonymous letter had spoken the truth, and that he was on the brink of a discovery.A lover had entered the garden, and the lighted candle was a signal to him.Norbert shuddered; the blood seemed to course through his veins like streams of molten fire, and the misty atmosphere that surrounded him appeared to stifle him.He ran across the street, forced the lock, and rushed wildly into the garden.
