was with me, might still be abroad on his errand. I did not wish to meet the Rogue; it was the Witch I was after.
I sent up my card to Mademoiselle; on the obverse, I had writtenâ
Regarding Lord Cecil
. I was not surprised when she received meâin dishabille, before her dressing table, her hair undone and a brush in her hand. She was exceedingly lovely.
âWho are you,â she demanded, when she had sent away her maid, âand what would you dare to say to me of Lord Cecil?â
If I felt a strong desire to shatter her mirror, I may perhaps be forgiven.
âI shall come straight to the point,â I returned. âHarcourt intends to kill Lord Harold Trowbridge tomorrow at dawnâto save himself from the scandal and ruin necessarily involved in the charge of
traitor
. You, mademoiselle, have ensnared the fellow in this web of despicable deceit, and now fear for his life. Am I wrong?â
âYou are not wrong,â she said in a voice aching and low; âI did my best, me, to shield himâI did not give up the paperâbut itwas as nothing! He was
enragé
âhe would throw his life away to defend my honour! He does not know that âArry will of a certainty kill him!â
âIs Harcourt accounted a good shot?â
She shrugged with Gallic eloquence. âI do not know this. I only know that âArry has shot scores of men in duels! He is famous for killing, that one!â
The Rogueâs reputation in France far exceeded even his exploits, it seemed; he would be no end gratified to learn of it. But I saw no reason to improve the ladyâs faulty understanding.
âThere might be a way you may save Harcourt,â I said. âGive up that paper he stole from the Admiralty. Tell Lord Harold what his lordship most wishes to learnâthe movements of the French fleet.â
She frowned at me warily. âAre you mad? You would trap me! You would see me hanged!â
I sank down beside her and took her handâthe very soft, white article that had slapped Lord Harold so fiercely. âDo you love Harcourt very much?â I enquired.
âTo the point of madness!â she cried.
ââAnd would do anything to save him?â
â
Mon dieu
âbut anything!â She turned streaming eyes to mine. âCan it be that you will help me? But
why
? âWhy should I trust you,
hein
?â
âBecause
I
would do anything to save Lord Harold,â I retorted drily. âNow listen, mademoiselle. Here is what we must do.â
When the two men met on a flat stretch of ground adjacent to the Kennet & Avon canal, at precisely six oâclock yesterday morning, with their Seconds soberly pacing the ground and examining the pistols; with good Mr. Bowen, the surgeon, waiting to turn hisback upon the opponents in expectation of an act his medical oath should not countenance; with a swift curricle-and-four standing ominously in readiness, to bear Harcourt away to the port of BristolâMademoiselle de la Neuve and I were there.
The duelists did not see us, of course; Desirée was too adept an Adventuress for self-betrayal, and I was something of a Student of Deception myself. She had paid off the boot-boy at the White Hart to overlisten the Secondsâ conversation, establishing the hour and place of meeting; and after that, it was mere childâs play. We hired our hacks at the livery-stable in Milsom Street, and rode out to the ground before dawn; tethered our mounts in a coppice, with feed-bags to their noses; and awaited the gentlemenâs pleasure. By the time they arrived, both Mademoiselle and I were shivering to the boneâfrom apprehension as much as the raw Spring weather.
We lay flat on our stomachs, our gowns fearfully crushed beneath us, the cold seeping through our stout pelisses. We were invisible to the combatants; but our view of the ground was admirable.
Lord Harold and Harcourt stood with their backs together, and
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