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Updated: September 21, 2025
"I don't know what you are, I don't trust you; forgive me, forgive me; but whatever you are, for pity's sake, ah, my dear lord, for pity's sake, don't tell him. Not a word!" "I will not speak of it to M. de Fontelles," said Carford. An amazed glance was followed by a laugh that seemed half a sob. "M. de Fontelles! M. de Fontelles! No, no, but don't tell Simon."
"You appear always to be very ready for a quarrel, Mr Dale," said the Duke, with a glance at Carford. "Pray, what's the dispute?" "I'll tell your Grace the whole matter," said I readily enough, for I had nothing to blame myself with. "No, I won't have it told," cried M. de Fontelles. "It's my pleasure to hear it," said the Duke coldly. "Well, sir, it was thus," said I, with a candid air.
He knew that I was used for base purposes and sought to use me for his own also. He has his recompense." Then he stepped across to where the green bank sloped down to the terrace and, falling on one knee, wiped his blade on the grass. On the next day but one M. de Fontelles and I took the road for London together.
His passion passed as quickly as it had come, and he was smiling again with his ironical smile as he said to me: "But my gospel need not be yours. Our paths have crossed, they need not run side by side. Come, man, I have spoken to you plainly, speak plainly to me." He paused, and then, leaning forward, said, "Perhaps you are of M. de Fontelles' mind? Will you join him in his search? Abandon it.
But if you need me later " He nodded. If it came to a meeting, his services were ready. "I thank you, my lord," said the Frenchman, understanding his offer. They were now at the door, and stepped out on the terrace. Barbara, hearing their tread, looked up. She detected the eagerness in M. de Fontelles' manner. He went up to her at once.
I had stepped in under the hedge when Fontelles turned, but his puzzle and the servant's superstitious fear wrought on my excitement. Nothing would serve me but to play a jest on the Frenchman. I laughed again loudly. "God save us!" cried the servant, and I make no doubt he crossed himself most piously. "It's some madman got loose," said M. de Fontelles scornfully. "Come, let's get on."
"You go with M. de Fontelles, my lord?" she asked. "With your permission, I remain here," he answered. She was vexed, and rose to her feet as she cried, "Then where is M. de Fontelles going?" Fontelles took the reply for himself. "I am going to seek a gentleman with whom I have business," said he. "You have none with my Lord Carford?" "What I have with him will wait."
M. de Fontelles would have admired the fluency with which I discoursed with his servants, they telling me of travelling in their country, I describing the incidents of the road in England. "There are rogues enough on the way in both countries, I'll warrant," I laughed. "But perhaps you carry nothing of great value and laugh at robbers?"
She sprang to her feet and turned on him quickly. "Why you," she said. "Alone with you I cannot and will not go. But you are my you are ready to serve me. You will resist M. de Fontelles for my sake, ay, and for my sake the King's commands." Carford stood still, amazed at the sudden change in her manner. He had not conceived this demand and it suited him very ill.
"Il vient!" I cried again in my folly, and, turning, ran down the road at my best speed, laughing still. Fontelles made no effort to follow me, yet on I ran, till I came to my mother's house. Stopping there, panting and breathless, I cried in the exuberance of triumph: "Now she'll have need of me!" Certainly the thing the Vicar spoke of is a distemper.
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