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wrote another long letter; this time to her father。



On the morrow; Francois Cochet; terrified at seeing the Havre postmark

on the envelope which Ernest had mailed the night before; brought her

young mistress the following letter and took away the one which

Modeste had written:



  To Mademoiselle O。 d'Este M。;My heart tells me that you were the

  woman so carefully veiled and disguised; and seated between

  Monsieur and Madame Latournelle; who have but one child; a son。

  Ah; my love; if you have only a modest station; without 

  distinction; without importance; without money even; you do not

  know how happy that would make me。 You ought to understand me by

  this time; why will you not tell me the truth? I am no poet;

  except in heart; through love; through you。 Oh! what power of

  affection there is in me to keep me here in this hotel; instead of

  mounting to Ingouville which I can see from my windows。 Will you

  ever love me as I love you? To leave Havre in such uncertainty! Am

  I not punished for loving you as if I had committed a crime? But I

  obey you blindly。 Let me have a letter quickly; for if you have

  been mysterious; I have returned you mystery for mystery; and I

  must at last throw off my disguise; show you the poet that I am;

  and abdicate my borrowed glory。



This letter made Modeste terribly uneasy。 She could not get back the

one which Francoise had carried away before she came to the last

words; whose meaning she now sought by reading them again and again;

but she went to her own room and wrote an answer in which she demanded

an immediate explanation。







CHAPTER XIV



MATTERS GROWN COMPLICATED



During these little events other little events were going on in Havre;

which caused Modeste to forget her present uneasiness。 Dumay went down

to Havre early in the morning; and soon discovered that no architect

had been in town the day before。 Furious at Butscha's lie; which

revealed a conspiracy of which he was resolved to know the meaning; he

rushed from the mayor's office to his friend Latournelle。



〃Where's your Master Butscha?〃 he demanded of the notary; when he saw

that the clerk was not in his place。



〃Butscha; my dear fellow; has gone to Paris。 He heard some news of his

father this morning on the quays; from a Swedish sailor。 It seems the

father went to the Indies and served a prince; or something; and he is

now in Paris。〃



〃Lies! it's all a trick! infamous! I'll find that damned cripple if

I've got to go express to Paris for him;〃 cried Dumay。 〃Butscha is

deceiving us; he knows something about Modeste; and hasn't told us。 If

he meddles in this thing he shall never be a notary。 I'll roll him in

the mud from which he came; I'll〃



〃Come; come; my friend; never hang a man before you try him;〃 said

Latournelle; frightened at Dumay's rage。



After stating the facts on which his suspicions were founded; Dumay

begged Madame Latournelle to go and stay at the Chalet during his

absence。



〃You will find the colonel in Paris;〃 said the notary。 〃In the

shipping news quoted this morning in the Journal of Commerce; I found

under the head of Marseilleshere; see for yourself;〃 he said;

offering the paper。 〃'The Bettina Mignon; Captain Mignon; arrived

October 6'; it is now the 17th; and the colonel is sure to be in

Paris。〃



Dumay requested Gobenheim to do without him in future; and then went

back to the Chalet; which he reached just as Modeste was sealing her

two letters; to her father and Canalis。 Except for the address the

letters were precisely alike both in weight and appearance。 Modeste

thought she had laid that to her father over that to her Melchior; but

had; in fact; done exactly the reverse。 This mistake; so often made in

the little things of life; occasioned the discovery of her secret by

Dumay and her mother。 The former was talking vehemently to Madame

Mignon in the salon; and revealing to her his fresh fears caused by

Modeste's duplicity and Butscha's connivance。



〃Madame;〃 he cried; 〃he is a serpent whom we have warmed in our

bosoms; there's no place in his contorted little body for a soul!〃



Modeste put the letter for her father into the pocket of her apron;

supposing it to be that for Canalis; and came downstairs with the

letter for her lover in her hand; to see Dumay before he started for

Paris。



〃What has happened to my Black Dwarf? why are you talking so loud!〃

she said; appearing at the door。



〃Mademoiselle; Butscha has gone to Paris; and you; no doubt; know why;

to carry on that affair of the little architect with the sulphur

waistcoat; who; unluckily for the hunchback's lies; has never been

here。〃



Modeste was struck dumb; feeling sure that the dwarf had departed on a

mission of inquiry as to her poet's morals; she turned pale; and sat

down。



〃I'm going after him; I shall find him;〃 continued Dumay。 〃Is that the

letter for your father; mademoiselle?〃 he added; holding out his hand。

〃I will take it to the Mongenods。 God grant the colonel and I may not

pass each other on the road。〃



Modeste gave him the letter。 Dumay looked mechanically at the address。



〃'Monsieur le Baron de Canalis; rue de Paradis…Poissoniere; No。 29'!〃

he cried out; 〃what does that mean?〃



〃Ah; my daughter! that is the man you love;〃 exclaimed Madame Mignon;

〃the stanzas you set to music were his〃



〃And that's his portrait that you have in a frame upstairs;〃 added

Dumay。



〃Give me back that letter; Monsieur Dumay;〃 said Modeste; erecting

herself like a lioness defending her cubs。



〃There it is; mademoiselle;〃 he replied。



Modeste put it into the bosom of her dress; and gave Dumay the one

intended for her father。



〃I know what you are capable of; Dumay;〃 she said; 〃and if you take

one step against Monsieur de Canalis; I shall take another out of this

house; to which I will never return。〃



〃You will kill your mother; mademoiselle;〃 replied Dumay; who left the

room and called his wife。



The poor mother was indeed half…fainting;struck to the heart by

Modeste's words。



〃Good…bye; wife;〃 said the Breton; kissing the American。 〃Take care of

the mother; I go to save the daughter。〃



He made his preparations for the journey in a few minutes; and started

for Havre。 An hour later he was travelling post to Paris; with the

haste that nothing but passion or speculation can get out of wheels。



Recovering herself under Modeste's tender care; Madame Mignon went up

to her bedroom leaning on the arm of her daughter; to whom she said;

as her sole reproach; when they were alone:



〃My unfortunate child; see what you have done! Why did you conceal

anything from me? Am I so harsh?〃



〃Oh! I was just going to tell it to you comfortably;〃 sobbed Modeste。



She thereupon related everything to her mother; read her the letters

and their answers; and shed the rose of her poem petal by petal into

the heart of the kind German woman。 When this confidence; which took

half the day; was over; when she saw something that was almost a smile

on the lips of the too indulgent mother; Modeste fell upon her breast

in tears。



〃Oh; mother!〃 she said amid her sobs; 〃you; whose heart; all gold and

poetry; is a chosen vessel; chosen of God to hold a sacred love; a

single and celestial love that endures for life; you; whom I wish to

imitate by loving no one but my husband;you will surely understand

what bitter tears I am now shedding。 This butterfly; this Psyche of my

thoughts; this dual soul which I have nurtured with maternal care; my

love; my sacred love; this living mystery of mysteriesit is about to

fall into vulgar hands; and they will tear its diaphanous wings and

rend its veil under the miserable pretext of enlightening me; of

discovering whether genius is as prudent as a banker; whether my

Melchior has saved his money; or whether he has some entanglement to

shake off; they want to fin

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