But what was she doing? Doubtless she had gone to ask Hector something, which he refused her, and she was pleading with him;Sauvresy saw that she was supplicating, by her motions; he knew the gesture well.She lifted her clasped hands as high as her forehead, bent her head, half shut her eyes.What languor had been in her voice when she used to say:
"Say, dear Clement, you will, will you not?"And now she was using the same blandishments on another.Sauvresy was obliged to support himself against a tree.Hector was evidently refusing what she wished; then she shook her finger menacingly, and tossed her head angrily, as if she were saying:
"You won't? You shall see, then."
And then she returned to her supplications.
"Ah," thought Sauvresy."he can resist her prayers; I never had such courage.He can preserve his coolness, his will, when she looks at him; I never said no to her; rather, I never waited for her to ask anything of me; I have passed my life in watching her lightest fancies, to gratify them.Perhaps that is what has ruined me!"Hector was obstinate, and Bertha was roused little by little; she must be angry.She recoiled, holding out her arms, her head thrown back; she was threatening him.At last he was conquered; he nodded, "Yes." Then she flung herself upon him, and the two shadows were confounded in a long embrace.
Sauvresy could not repress an agonized cry, which was lost amid the noises of the night.He had asked for certainty; here it was.The truth, indisputable, evident, was clear to him.He had to seek for nothing more, now, except for the means to punish surely and terribly.Bertha and Hector were talking amicably.Sauvresy saw that she was about to go downstairs, and that he could not now go for the letter.He went in hurriedly, forgetting, in his fear of being discovered, to lock the garden door.He did not perceive that he had been standing with naked feet in the snow, till he had returned to his bedroom again; he saw some flakes on his slippers, and they were damp; quickly he threw them under the bed, and jumped in between the clothes, and pretended to be asleep.
It was time, for Bertha soon came in.She went to the bed, and thinking that he had not woke up, returned to her embroidery by the fire.Tremorel also soon reappeared; he had forgotten to take his paper, and had come back for it.He seemed uneasy.
"Have you been out to-night, Madame?" asked he, in a low voice.
"No."
"Have all the servants gone to bed?"
"I suppose so ; but why do you ask?"
Since I have been upstairs, somebody has gone out into the garden, and come back again.
Bertha looked at him with a troubled glance.
"Are you sure of what you say?"
"Certainly.Snow is falling, and whoever went out brought some back on his shoes.This has melted in the vestibule - "Mme.Sauvresy seized the lamp, and interrupting Hector, said:
"Come."
Tremorel was right.Here and there on the vestibule pavement were little puddles.
"Perhaps this water has been here some time," suggested Bertha.
"No.It was not there an hour ago, I could swear.Besides, see, here is a little snow that has not melted yet.""It must have been one of the servants."
Hector went to the door and examined it.
"I do not think so," said he."A servant would have shut the bolts;here they are, drawn back.Yet I myself shut the door to-night, and distinctly recollect fastening the bolts.""It's very strange!"
"And all the more so, look you, because the traces of the water do not go much beyond the drawing-room door."They remained silent, and exchanged anxious looks.The same terrible thought occurred to them both.
"If it were he?"
But why should he have gone into the garden? It could not have been to spy on them.
They did not think of the window.
"It couldn't have been Clement," said Bertha, at last."He was asleep when I went back, and he is in a calm and deep slumber now."Sauvresy, stretched upon his bed, heard what his enemies were saying.He cursed his imprudence.
"Suppose," thought he, "they should think of looking at my gown and slippers!"Happily this ****** idea did not occur to them; after reassuring each other as well as they were able, they separated; but each heart carried an anxious doubt.Sauvresy on that night had a terrible crisis in his illness.Delirium, succeeding this ray of reason, renewed its possession of his brain.The next morning Dr.R-pronounced him in more danger than ever; and sent a despatch to Paris, saying that he would be detained at Valfeuillu three or four days.The distemper redoubled in violence; very contradictory symptoms appeared.Each day brought some new phase of it, which confounded the foresight of the doctors.Every time that Sauvresy had a moment of reason, the scene at the window recurred to him, and drove him to madness again.
On that terrible night when he had gone out into the snow, he had not been mistaken; Bertha was really begging something of Hector.
This was it:
M.Courtois, the mayor, had invited Hector to accompany himself and his family on an excursion to Fontainebleau on the following day.
