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hearty dignity which he sometimes showed, as he took a ring off his finger, "here is a jewel very dear to me. I took it off the finger of my dying father when his hand was chill in death. Its value is therefore that which I attach to it; it has no other; but for a soul which understands me, it will be more precious than the finest diamond. Repeat to the faithful servitor what I say, my lord, and give him this gem from me."

      Charny's bosom heaved as he dropped on one knee to receive the ring from the royal hand.

      At this juncture the door opened. The King turned sharply, for a door to open thus was worse than infraction of etiquette; it was an insult only to be excused by great necessity.

      It was the Queen, pale and holding a paper. She let it drop with a cry of astonishment at seeing Count Charny at the feet of her consort. The noble rose and saluted the lady, who faltered:

      "Charny here, in the King's rooms, in the Tuileries!" And she said to herself: "Without my knowing it!"

      There was such sorrow in the tone that Charny guessed the reason and took two steps towards her.

      "I have just arrived and I was going to crave the King's permission for me to pay my respects to your Majesty," he said.

      The blood reappeared on her cheeks; she had not heard that voice for a long while and the sweet tone charmed her ears. She held out both hands towards him but brought back one upon her heart from its beating too violently. Charny noticed all this although in the short space required for the King to pick up the paper, which the draft from the door had floated to the side of the room.

      The King read without understanding.

      "What is the meaning of the word 'Flee' three times written, and the fragment of a signature?" inquired he.

      "Sire, it seems that Mirabeau died ten minutes ago, and that is the advice he sends you."

      "It is good advice," returned the King, "and this time the instant to put it into execution has come."

      The Queen looked at them both, and said to the count:

      "Follow me, my lord."

      CHAPTER VIII.

      THE HUSBAND'S PROMISE

      The Queen sank upon a divan when she had arrived within her own apartments, making a sign for Charny to close the door.

      Scarcely was she seated before her heart overflowed and she burst into sobs. They were so sincere and forcible that they went down into the depths of Charny's heart and sought for his former love. Such passions burning in a man never completely die out unless from one of those dreadful shocks which turn love to loathing.

      He was in that strange dilemma which they will appreciate who have stood in the same: between old love and the new.

      He loved his wife with all the pity in his bosom and he pitied the Queen with all his soul. He could not help feeling regret and giving words of consolation.

      But he saw that reproach pierced through this sobbing; that recrimination came to light among the tears, reminding him of the exactions of this love, the absolute will, the regal despotism mingled with the expressions of tenderness and proofs of passion; he steeled himself against the exactions and took up arms against the despotism, entering into the strife against the will. He compared all this with Andrea's sweet, unalterable countenance, and preferred the statue, though he believed it to be of snow, to this glowing bronze, heated from the furnace, ever ready to dart from its eyes the lightnings of love, pride and jealousy.

      This time the Queen wept without saying anything.

      It was more than eight months since she had seen him. Before this, for two or three years she had believed that they could not separate without their hearts breaking. Her only consolation had been that he was working for her sake in doing some deed for the King.

      But it was a weak consolation.

      She wept for the sake of relief, for her pent-up tears would have choked her if she had not poured them forth. Was it joy or pain that held her silent? both, perhaps, for many mighty emotions dissolve in tears.

      With more love even than respect, Charny went up to her, took one of her hands away from her face and said as he applied his lips to it:

      "Madam, I am proud and happy to say that not an hour has been without toil for you since I went hence."

      "Oh, Charny," retorted the Queen, "there was a time when you might have been less busy on my account but you would have thought the more of me."

      "I was charged by the King with grave responsibility, which imposed the more strict silence until the business was accomplished. It is done at present. I can see and speak with you now, but I might not write a letter up to this period."

      "It is a fine sample of loyalty, and I regret that it should be performed at the expense of another sentiment, George," she said with melancholy.

      She pressed his hand tenderly, while eyeing him with that gaze for which once he would have flung away the life still at her service.

      She noticed that he was not the courier dusty and bloody from spurring, but the courtier spic and span according to the rules of the Royal Household. This complete attire visibly fretted the woman while it must have satisfied the exacting Queen.

      "Where do you come from?" she asked.

      "Montmedy, in postchaise."

      "Half across the kingdom, and you are spruce, brushed and dandified like one of Lafayette's aid-de-camps. Were the news you brought so unimportant as to let you dally at the toilet table?"

      "Very important; but I feared that if I stepped out of the mud be-splattered postchaise in the palace yard, all disordered with travel, suspicion would be roused; the King had told me that you are closely guarded, and that made me congratulate myself on walking in, clad in my naval uniform like an officer coming to present his devoirs after a week or two on leave."

      She squeezed his hand convulsively, having a question to put the harder to frame as it appeared so far from important.

      "I forgot that you had a Paris house. Of course you dropped in at Coq-Heron Street, where the countess is keeping house?"

      Charny was ready to spring away like a high-mettled steed spurred in the raw; but there was so much hesitation and pain in her words that he had to pity one so haughty for suffering so much and for showing her feelings though she was so strong-minded.

      "Madam," he replied, with profound sadness not wholly caused by her pain, "I thought I had stated before my departure that the Countess of Charny's residence is not mine. I stopped at my brother Isidore's to change my dress."

      The Queen uttered a cry of joy and slid down on her knees, carrying his hand to her lips, but he caught her up in both arms and exclaimed:

      "Oh, what are you doing?"

      "I thank you – ask me not for what! do you ask me for what? for the only moment of thorough delight I have felt since your departure. God knows this is folly, and foolish jealousy, but it is most worthy of pity. You were jealous once, though you forget it. Oh, you men are happy when you are jealous, because you can fight with your rivals and kill or be slain; but we women can only weep, though we perceive that our tears are useless if not dangerous. For our tears part us from our beloved rather than wash us nearer; our grief is the vertigo of love – it hurls us towards the abyss which we see without avail. I thank you again, George; you see that I am happy anew and weep no more."

      She tried to laugh; but in her repining she had forgotten how to be merry, and the tone was so sad and doleful that the count shuddered.

      "Be blessed, O God!" she said, "for he would not have the power to love me from the day when he pities me."

      Charny felt he was dragged down a steep where in time he would be in the impossibility of checking himself. He made an effort to stop, like those skaters who lean back on their heels at the risk of breaking through the ice.

      "Will you not permit me to offer the fruit of my long absence by explaining what I have been happy to do for your sake?" he said.

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