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Updated: July 16, 2025
A single pane of the glass remained unscreened, and through this we could see nearly the whole interior of the apartment. Our ears, too, were at the proper elevation to catch every sound; and persons conversing within the room we could hear distinctly. We were right in our conjecture. It was Aurore we had seen. Gayarre was the other occupant of the room. I shall not paint that scene.
Gayarre, judging from his own vile passion, might believe that I, like himself, had been "struck" with the girl's beauty, and that I was willing to pay a certain sum three thousand dollars to possess her. But the fact that I had bid no more no doubt exactly reported to him by his agent was proof that my love had its limits, and there was an end of it. As a rival he would hear of me no more. No.
I noted that our horses in passing out dragged their bridles, with branches adhering to them. This confirmed the original supposition, that they had broken loose. It was now a question of how far they had gone. Should I follow and endeavour to overtake them? It was now bright daylight, and the risk would be great. Long before this, Gayarre and his friends would be up and on the alert.
He had been busy with his own affairs; or rather, perhaps, those of Gayarre: for I had no doubt there was some conspiracy between them in which this fellow was to play a part. Dull as he was, he had something which his employer might regard of more value than intellect; something, too, which the latter himself lacked, brute strength and brute courage.
Far different, however, was the impression it made upon me. I knew well why was that gathering around the house of Gayarre. I knew well the game they were about to pursue. I lingered but a moment upon my perch long enough to perceive that the hunters were all mounted and ready to start.
I have witnessed your dastardly conduct, and heard your insulting proposals " Here Gayarre started, but said nothing. I continued "You are not a gentleman, Sir; and therefore not worthy to stand before my pistol. The owner of this house is not at home.
After a pause, I resumed it, determined to come at once to the point, "You will pardon me, Mademoiselle, for this free interest in your affairs you will pardon me for asking. Do I not recognise in Monsieur Gayarre the cause of your unhappiness?" She started at the question, and turned visibly paler.
Even since his death profuse hospitality has been carried on, and Mademoiselle continues to receive her father's guests after her father's fashion. Suitors she has in plenty, but the doctor has heard of no one who is regarded in the light of a "lover." Gayarre had been the intimate friend of Besancon. Why, no one could tell; for their natures were as opposite as the poles.
At a glance I saw that I was in the hands of a desperate crowd. Gayarre himself was in their midst, and beside him his own overseer, and the negro-trader, and the brutal Larkin. With these were some half-dozen Creole-Frenchmen of the poorer class of proprietaires, weavers of cottonade, or small planters.
Discouraging as the prospect was, a ray of hope was visible; one ray yet illumed the dark future, sustaining and bracing my mind for further action. The plan was still undefined; but the purpose had been formed, and that purpose was to free Aurore, to make her mine at every hazard! I thought no longer of buying her. I knew that Gayarre had become her owner.
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