MARRIAGE BELLS; FUNERAL KNELLS.
Three days of hard work had completed all the arrangements necessary for the marriage of Norbert and Mademoiselle de Puymandour.He had been presented to the lady, and neither had received a favorable impression of the other.At the very first glance each one felt that inevitable repugnance which the lapse of years can never efface.While dreading the anger of her obdurate father, Marie had at one time thought of confiding the secret of her attachment to George de Croisenois to Norbert, for she had the idea that if she told him that her heart was another's, he might withdraw his pretensions to her hand; but several times, when the opportunity occurred, fear restrained her tongue, and she let the propitious moment pass away.
Had she done so, Norbert would at once have eagerly grasped at a pretext for absolving himself from a promise which he had made mentally of obeying in all things a father who now, alas! had no means of enforcing his commands.
Each day he paid his visit to Puymandour as an accepted suitor, bearing a large bouquet with him, which he regularly presented to his betrothed upon his entrance into the drawing-room, which she accepted with a painful flush rising to her cheek.The pair conversed upon indifferent topics, while an aged female connection sat in the room to play propriety.For many hours they would remain thus, the girl bending over her fancy work, and he vainly striving to find topics of conversation, and, consequently, saying hardly anything, in spite of Marie's feeble efforts to assist in the conversation.It was a slight relief when M.de Puymandour proposed a walk; but this was a rare occurrence, for that gentleman usually declared that he never had a moment's leisure.Never had he seemed so gay and busy since the approaching marriage of his daughter had been the theme of every tongue.He took all the preparations for the ceremony into his own hands, for he had determined that everything should be conducted on a scale of unparalleled magnificence.The Chateau was refurnished, and all the carriages repainted and varnished, while the Champdoce and the Puymandour arms were quartered together on their panels.This coat of arms was to be seen everywhere--over the doors, on the walls, and engraved on the silver, and it was believed that M.de Puymandour would have made no objection to their being branded on his breast.
In the midst of all this turmoil and bustle Norbert and Marie grew sadder and sadder as each day passed on.One day M.de Puymandour heard so astounding a piece of intelligence that he hurried into the drawing-room, where he knew that he should find the lovers (as he styled them) together.
"Well, my children," exclaimed he, "you have set such an excellent example, that everybody seems disposed to copy you, and the mayor and the priest will be kept to their work rather tightly this year."His daughter tried to put on an appearance of interest at this speech.
"Yes," continued M.de Puymandour, "I have just heard of a marriage that will come off almost directly after yours has been celebrated, and will make a stir, I can assure you.""And whose is that, pray?"
"You are acquainted, I presume," returned the father, addressing himself to Norbert, "with the son of the Count de Mussidan?""What, the Viscount Octave?"
"The same."
"He lives in Paris, does he not?"
"Yes, generally; but he has been staying at Mussidan, and in the short space of a week has managed to lose his heart here; and to whom do you think? Come, give a guess.""We cannot think who it can be, my dear father," said Marie, "and we are devoured with curiosity.""It is reported that the Viscount de Mussidan has proposed for the hand of Mademoiselle de Laurebourg.""Why," remarked Marie, "it is only three weeks since her brother died!"Norbert flushed scarlet, and then turned a livid white; so great was his agitation at hearing this news, that he nearly dropped the album which he held in his hand.
"I like the Viscount," continued M.de Puymandour, "while Mademoiselle Diana is a charming girl.She is very handsome, and, I believe, has many talents; and she is a good model for you to copy, Marie, as you are so soon to become a duchess."When he got upon his favorite hobby, it was very difficult to check M.
de Puymandour.His daughter, therefore, waited until he had concluded, and then left the room, under the pretext of giving an order to the servants.The Count hardly noticed her absence, as he had still Norbert at his mercy.
"Reverting again to Mademoiselle Diana," said he: "she looks charming in black, for women should look upon a death in the family as a most fortunate occurrence; but I ought not to be praising her to you, who are so well acquainted with her.""I?" exclaimed Norbert.
"Yes, you.I do not suppose that you intend to deny that you have had a little flirtation with her?""I do not understand you."
"Well, /I/ do then, my boy; I heard all about your ****** love to her.
Why, you are really blushing! What is up now?""I can assure you----"
De Puymandour burst into a loud laugh.
"I have heard a good deal of your little country walks, and all the pretty things that you used to say to each other."In vain did Norbert deny the whole thing, for his intended father-in-law would not believe him; and at last he got so annoyed that he refused to remain and dine with the Count, alleging anxiety for his father as an excuse.He returned home as soon as he possibly could, much agitated by what he had heard; and as he was walking rapidly on, he heard his name called by some one who was running after him:
Norbert turned round, and found himself face to face with Montlouis.
