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He will be here in five minutes." Mrs. Carew nodded. She had not forgotten this guest. "The Vicomte d'Audierne," said Mr. Bodery, with considerable interest, turning away from the tea-table, cup in hand. "Is that the man who got out of my train?" "Yes," replied Sidney; "do you know him?" "I have heard of him." Mr. Bodery turned and took a slice of bread and butter from a plate which Hilda held.
And so Raoul d'Audierne the man whose power in the world is like that of the fires burning within the crust of the earth, unseen, immeasurable and so he took his hat, and left the little room behind the tobacconist's shop in the Rue St. Gingolphe beaten, frustrated. "Money," Captain Lebrun was saying emphatically, as the Agnes and Mary drifted slowly past Gravesend pier on the rising tide.
As soon as they had passed under the nut-trees into the open space at the edge of the water, the Vicomte d'Audierne stopped short and looked round him curiously. At the same time he gave a strange little laugh. "Hein hein c'est drole," he muttered, and the girl remembered that in the old friendship between the brilliant, middle-aged diplomatist and the little child they had always spoken French.
They were as far apart now as on one grey morning sixteen years ago, when the Vicomte d'Audierne had hurried away from the deserted shore of the Cote du Nord, leaving his brother lying upon the sand with an ugly slit in his neck. That slit had healed now, but the scar was always at his throat, and in both their hearts.
He knew that she was engaged to be married to one man while she loved another. In the middle of breakfast a card was handed to Sidney Carew. He glanced at it, nodded his head as a signal to the servant that he need not wait, and slipped the card into his pocket. Mr. Bodery and the Vicomte d'Audierne were watching him. Presently he rose from the table and left the room. Mrs.
"But, yes!" exclaimed the fat man in amazement. "You are that citizen, and you are also the Vicomte d'Audierne." The new-comer was looking round him curiously; he stepped towards the curtained door, and turned the handle. "I am," he said, "his brother. We are twins. There is a resemblance. Is this the room? Yes!" "Yes, monsieur. It is! But never was there such a resemblance."
Bodery read?" asked the Frenchman, holding out his hand. She hesitated for a moment. His position with regard to her was singular, his ascendency over her had never been tried. It was an unknown quantity; but the Vicomte d'Audierne knew his own power. "Let me look, little girl," he said quietly in French. She handed him the newspapers, still watching his face.
"That," he said, "cost us two thousand francs." The Vicomte d'Audierne read the printed matter carefully from beginning to end. He had approached the window because the light was bad, and when he finished he looked up for a few minutes, out of the little casement, upon the quiet village scene. "The Beacon," he said, turning round, "what is that?" "A leading weekly newspaper." "Published ?
The other looked at him curiously, and across his velvety eyes there passed that strange contraction which has been noted in the glance of the Vicomte d'Audierne. "I have sent for a mattress," he said. "That bullet must come out. A doctor is following me; he will be here on the instant." "One of your Jesuits?" "Yes one of my Jesuits." The Vicomte d'Audierne smiled and winced.
The item required was in the room, and the man set it upon the table with some decision and a slightly aggrieved cast of countenance. The Vicomte d'Audierne raised his eyes, and then he looked very grave. He was a singular man in many ways, but those who worked with him were aware of one peculiarity which by its prominence cast others into the shade.
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