"Call some one to post this letter at once."
And last, but not least, Mlle. Helena, after taking the same precautions as the baron and baroness, penned the following note:
"MY DEAR ABBe:--Do not fail to call to-morrow morning at ten o'clock.
"May God be with you. The hour has come.
"Pray for me as I pray for you.
"H. DE L. R."
This note Helena addressed to--
_M. l' Abbe Ledoux,_ _Rue de la Plaushe._
CHAPTER XV.
A GLORIOUS DREAM.
On the day following this conference in the Rochaigue family, three important scenes took place in the homes of as many different persons.
The first occurred in the house of Abbe Ledoux, the priest we saw administering the last sacrament to Madame de Beaumesnil.
The abbe was a small man, with an insinuating smile, a sharp, penetrating eye, ruddy complexion, and gray hair.
He was pacing his bedroom in a restless, agitated manner, glancing every now and then at the clock, and seemed to be waiting for some one.
Suddenly the sound of the door-bell was heard; the door opened, and a servant, who looked very much like a sacristan, announced:
"M. Celestin de Macreuse."
This pious founder of the St. Polycarpe mission was a tall, rather stout young man with excellent manners, rather faded light hair, regular features, and fine complexion. In fact, he might easily have passed for a handsome man, had it not been for the expression of treacherous sweetness and extreme self-complacency that characterised his countenance.
When he entered the room M. de Macreuse kissed Abbe Ledoux in a Christianlike manner on both cheeks, and the abbe returned the salute in the same apostolic fashion.
"You have no idea how impatiently I have been waiting for you, my dear Celestin," he said.
"There was a meeting at the mission to-day, M. l'abbe, and a very stormy meeting it was. You cannot conceive what a blind spirit of rebellion those miserable creatures display. Ah, how much suffering is needed to make these coarse natures understand how essential to their salvation is the poverty in which they are now living! But no, instead of being content with a chance of salvation, instead of living with their gaze directed heavenward, they persist in keeping their eyes on their earthly surroundings, in comparing their condition with that of more favoured mortals, and in prating of their right to employment and to happiness.
To happiness! What heresy! It is truly disheartening!"
The abbe listened to Celestin's tirade with a half smile, thinking the while of the pleasant surprise he had in store for his visitor.
"And what do you suppose has been going on while you were talking wisdom to those miserable wretches down there, my dear Celestin?" asked the abbe. "I have been talking to Mlle. de la Rochaigue about you. Another subject of conversation, too, was the arrival of the little Beaumesnil."
"What!" exclaimed M. de Macreuse, colouring with surprise and delight, "do you mean to say that Mlle. de Beaumesnil--"
"Returned to Paris last evening."
"And Mlle. de la Rochaigue?"
"Is still of the same mind in regard to you,--ready to do anything, in fact, to prevent this immense fortune from falling into evil hands. I saw the dear lady this morning; we have decided upon our course of action, and it will be no fault of ours if you do not marry Mlle. de Beaumesnil."
"Ah, if that glorious dream is ever realised it will be to you that I shall owe this immense, this incalculable fortune!" exclaimed M. de Macreuse, seizing the abbe's hands and pressing them fervently.
"It is thus that pious young men who are living examples of all the Christian virtues are rewarded in this day and generation," answered the abbe, jovially.
"And such a fortune! Such a golden future! Is it not enough to dazzle any one?" cried Celestin, with an expression of intense cupidity on his face.
"How ardently the dear boy loves money," said the abbe, with a paternal air, pinching Celestin's plump cheek as he spoke. "Well, we must do our very best to secure it for him, then. Unfortunately, I could not persuade that hard-headed Madame de Beaumesnil to make a will designating you as her daughter's future husband. If she had done that we should not have had the slightest trouble. Armed with this request of a dying mother, Mlle. de la Rochaigue and I could have appealed to the girl, who would have consented to anything out of respect for her mother's memory. It would have been a fine thing; besides, there could have been no opposition then, you see, but of course that is not to be thought of now."
"And why is it not to be thought of?" asked M. de Macreuse, with some hesitation, but looking the abbe straight in the eye.
That gentleman returned the gaze with the same intentness.
Celestin averted his eyes, but it was with a faint smile that he replied:
"When I said that it might not be absolutely necessary for us to renounce the assistance of such a statement of Madame de Beaumesnil's wishes--"
"In writing?" demanded the abbe, casting down his eyes in his turn, before the bold assent Celestin's look conveyed.
There was a moment's silence, after which the abbe said, as calmly as if no such incident had interrupted the conversation:
"Consequently, we must begin a new campaign, Circumstances favour us; besides, we are the first in the field, the baron and his wife having no one in view as yet; at least, Mlle. de Rochaigue, who is entirely devoted to us, says so. As for her brother and his wife, they are extremely selfish and avaricious persons, so it is quite possible that, if we seem likely to succeed, they will side with us, that is, if they feel that it will be to their interest to do so. But we must first place ourselves in a position that will enable us to make our own terms."
"And when, and in what way, am I to make Mlle. de Beaumesnil's acquaintance, my dear abbe?"
"We have not yet decided that very important question. A formal introduction is evidently out of the question, as the baron and his wife would be sure to suspect our intentions. Besides, a slight air of mystery and secrecy would be much more likely to excite Mlle. de Beaumesnil's curiosity and interest. It is necessary, too, if we wish to produce the best possible effect, that this introduction should be managed with an eye to the young girl's character."
Celestin cast a glance of mingled surprise and inquiry at his companion.
"So you had better allow us to attend to all that," continued the abbe, in a tone of affectionate superiority. "We understand human nature thoroughly. From what I have been able to learn, the little Beaumesnil must be exceedingly religious and devout. It is also an excellent thing to know that Mlle. de Beaumesnil has a decided preference for the altar of Mary--a very natural predilection in a young girl."
"Permit me to interrupt you an instant, my dear abbe," said Celestin, hastily.
"What is it, my dear boy?"
"M. and Madame de la Rochaigue are not very regular in the performance of their religious duties, but Mlle. Helena never misses a service."
"That is true."
"It will be only natural, then, that she should take Mlle. de Beaumesnil to the Church of St. Thomas d'Aquin, that being the church she always attends."