The Chaplet of Pearls eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 659 pages of information about The Chaplet of Pearls.

The Chaplet of Pearls eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 659 pages of information about The Chaplet of Pearls.

Berenger could only kiss her hand in token of earnest thanks before the repast was announced, and the King came to lead her to the table spread beneath the trees.  The whole party supped together, but Berenger could have only a distant view of his little wife, looking very demure and grave by the side of the Admiral.

But when the meal was ended, there was a loitering in the woodland paths, amid healthy openings or glades trimmed into discreet wildness fit for royal rusticity; the sun set in parting glory on one horizon, the moon rising in crimson majesty on the other.  A musician at intervals touched the guitar, and sang Spanish or Italian airs, whose soft or quaint melody came dreamily through the trees.  Then it was that with beating heart Berenger stole up to the maiden as she stood behind the Queen, and ventured to whisper her name and clasp her hand.

She turned, their eyes met, and she let him lead her apart into the wood.  It was not like a lover’s tryst, it was more like the continuation of their old childish terms, only that he treated her as a thing of his own, that he was bound to secure and to guard, and she received him as her own lawful but tardy protector, to be treated with perfect reliance but with a certain playful resentment.

‘You will not run away from me now,’ he said, making full prize of her hand and arm.

‘Ah! is not she the dearest and best of queens?’ and the large eyes were lifted up to him in such frank seeking of sympathy that he could see into the depths of their clear darkness.

’It is her doing then.  Though, Eustacie, when I knew the truth, not flood nor fire should keep me long from you, my heart, my love, my wife.’

‘What! wife in spite of those villainous letter?’ she said, trying to pout.

’Wife for ever, inseparably!  Only you must be able to swear that you knew nothing of the one that brought me here.’

’Poor me!  No, indeed!  There was Celine carried off at fourteen, Madame de Blanchet a bride at fifteen; all marrying hither and thither; and I—­’ she pulled a face irresistibly droll—­’I growing old enough to dress St. Catherine’s hair, and wondering where was M. le Baron.’

‘They thought me too young,’ said Berenger, ’to take on me the cares of life.’

‘So they were left to me?’

‘Cares!  What cares have you but finding the Queen’s fan?’

‘Little you know!’ she said, half contemptuous, half mortified.

‘Nay, pardon me, ma mie.  Who has troubled you?’

’Ah! you would call it nothing to be beset by Narcisse; to be told one’s husband is faithless, till one half believes it; to be looked at by ugly eyes; to be liable to be teased any day by Monsieur, or worse, by that mocking ape, M. d’Alecon, and to have nobody who can or will hinder it.’

She was sobbing by this time, and he exclaimed, ’Ah, would that I could revenge all!  Never, never shall it be again!  What blessed grace has guarded you through all?’

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