After Dark eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 503 pages of information about After Dark.

After Dark eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 503 pages of information about After Dark.
than ever look at you or speak to you again!’ Did I not say that?  And did he not answer, ’Mother, my life was risked for them.  I proved my devotion by exposing myself to arrest—­I was imprisoned for my exertions—­and then I could do no more!’ Did you not stand by and hear him give that answer, overwhelmed while he spoke by generous emotion?  Do you not know that he really was imprisoned in the Temple?  Do you dare to think that we are to blame after that?  I owe you much, Dubois, but if you are to take liberties with me—­”

“Oh, madame!  I beg pardon a thousand times.  I was thoughtless—­only thoughtless—­”

“Silence!  Is my coach at the door?  Very well.  Get ready to accompany me.  Your master will not have time to return here.  He will meet me, for the signing of the contract, at General Berthelin’s house at two precisely.  Stop!  Are there many people in the street?  I can’t be stared at by the mob as I go to my carriage.”

Dubois hobbled penitently to the window and looked out, while his mistress walked to the door.

“The street is almost empty, madame,” he said.  “Only a man with a woman on his arm, stopping and admiring your carriage.  They seem like decent people, as well as I can tell without my spectacles.  Not mob, I should say, madame; certainly not mob!”

“Very well.  Attend me downstairs; and bring some loose silver with you, in case those two decent people should be fit objects for charity.  No orders for the coachman, except that he is to go straight to the general’s house.”

The party assembled at General Berthelin’s to witness the signature of the marriage-contract, comprised, besides the persons immediately interested in the ceremony of the day, some young ladies, friends of the bride, and a few officers, who had been comrades of her father’s in past years.  The guests were distributed, rather unequally, in two handsome apartments opening into each other—­one called in the house the drawing-room, and the other the library.  In the drawing-room were assembled the notary, with the contract ready, the bride, the young ladies, and the majority of General Berthelin’s friends.  In the library, the remainder of the military guests were amusing themselves at a billiard-table until the signing of the contract should take place, while Danville and his future father-in-law walked up and down the room together, the first listening absently, the last talking with all his accustomed energy, and with more than his accustomed allowance of barrack-room expletives.  The general had taken it into his head to explain some of the clauses in the marriage-contract to the bridegroom, who, though far better acquainted with their full scope and meaning than his father-in-law, was obliged to listen for civility’s sake.  While the old soldier was still in the midst of his long and confused harangue, a clock struck on the library mantel-piece.

“Two o’clock!” exclaimed Danville, glad of any pretext for interrupting the talk about the contract.  “Two o’clock; and my mother not here yet!  What can be delaying her?”

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