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my sins。 In a moment of despair I thought of killing him； and I feared
you might have the same desire。 My sorrow is great that I have never
yet been able to confess that wicked thought； but I fear it would be
repeated to him and he would avenge it。 I have shamed you；〃 she
continued； distressed by his silence； 〃I deserve your blame。〃
And she broke the vial by flinging it on the floor violently。
〃Do not come；〃 she said； 〃my husband sleeps lightly； my duty is to
wait for the help of Heaventhat will I do！〃
She tried to leave the chapel。
〃Ah！〃 cried the young man； 〃order me to do so and I will kill him。 You
will see me to…night。〃
〃I was wise to destroy that drug；〃 she said in a voice that was faint
with the pleasure of finding herself so loved。 〃The fear of awakening
my husband will save us from ourselves。〃
〃I pledge you my life；〃 said the young man； pressing her hand。
〃If the king is willing； the pope can annul my marriage。 We will then
be united；〃 she said； giving him a look that was full of delightful
hopes。
〃Monseigneur comes！〃 cried the page； rushing in。
Instantly the young nobleman； surprised at the short time he had
gained with his mistress and wondering at the celerity of the count；
snatched a kiss； which was not refused。
〃To…night！〃 he said； slipping hastily from the chapel。
Thanks to the darkness； he reached the great portal safely； gliding
from column to column in the long shadows which they cast athwart the
nave。 An old canon suddenly issued from the confessional； came to the
side of the countess and closed the iron railing before which the page
was marching gravely up and down with the air of a watchman。
A strong light now announced the coming of the count。 Accompanied by
several friends and by servants bearing torches； he hurried forward； a
naked sword in hand。 His gloomy eyes seemed to pierce the shadows and
to rake even the darkest corners of the cathedral。
〃Monseigneur； madame is there；〃 said the page； going forward to meet
him。
The Comte de Saint…Vallier found his wife kneeling on the steps of the
alter； the old priest standing beside her and reading his breviary。 At
that sight the count shook the iron railing violently as if to give
vent to his rage。
〃What do you want here； with a drawn sword in a church？〃 asked the
priest。
〃Father； that is my husband；〃 said the countess。
The priest took a key from his sleeve； and unlocked the railed door of
the chapel。 The count； almost in spite of himself； cast a look into
the confessional； then he entered the chapel； and seemed to be
listening attentively to the sounds in the cathedral。
〃Monsieur；〃 said his wife； 〃you owe many thanks to this venerable
canon； who gave me a refuge here。〃
The count turned pale with anger； he dared not look at his friends；
who had come there more to laugh at him than to help him。 Then he
answered curtly：
〃Thank God； father； I shall find some way to repay you。〃
He took his wife by the arm and； without allowing her to finish her
curtsey to the canon； he signed to his servants and left the church
without a word to the others who had accompanied him。 His silence had
something savage and sullen about it。 Impatient to reach his home and
preoccupied in searching for means to discover the truth； he took his
way through the tortuous streets which at that time separated the
cathedral from the Chancellerie； a fine building recently erected by
the Chancellor Juvenal des Ursins； on the site of an old fortification
given by Charles VII。 to that faithful servant as a reward for his
glorious labors。
The count reached at last the rue du Murier； in which his dwelling；
called the hotel de Poitiers； was situated。 When his escort of
servants had entered the courtyard and the heavy gates were closed； a
deep silence fell on the narrow street； where other great seigneurs
had their houses； for this new quarter of the town was near to
Plessis； the usual residence of the king； to whom the courtiers； if
sent for； could go in a moment。 The last house in this street was also
the last in the town。 It belonged to Maitre Cornelius Hoogworst； an
old Brabantian merchant； to whom King Louis XI。 gave his utmost
confidence in those financial transactions which his crafty policy
induced him to undertake outside of his own kingdom。
Observing the outline of the houses occupied respectively by Maitre
Cornelius and by the Comte de Poitiers； it was easy to believe that
the same architect had built them both and destined them for the use
of tyrants。 Each was sinister in aspect； resembling a small fortress；
and both could be well defended against an angry populace。 Their
corners were upheld by towers like those which lovers of antiquities
remark in towns where the hammer of the iconoclast has not yet
prevailed。 The bays； which had little depth； gave a great power of
resistance to the iron shutters of the windows and doors。 The riots
and the civil wars so frequent in those tumultuous times were ample
justification for these precautions。
As six o'clock was striking from the great tower of the Abbey Saint…
Martin； the lover of the hapless countess passed in front of the hotel
de Poitiers and paused for a moment to listen to the sounds made in
the lower hall by the servants of the count； who were supping。 Casting
a glance at the window of the room where he supposed his love to be；
he continued his way to the adjoining house。 All along his way； the
young man had heard the joyous uproar of many feasts given throughout
the town in honor of the day。 The ill…joined shutters sent out streaks
of light； the chimneys smoked； and the comforting odor of roasted
meats pervaded the town。 After the conclusion of the church services；
the inhabitants were regaling themselves； with murmurs of satisfaction
which fancy can picture better than words can paint。 But at this
particular spot a deep silence reigned； because in these two houses
lived two passions which never rejoiced。 Beyond them stretched the
silent country。 Beneath the shadow of the steeples of Saint…Martin；
these two mute dwellings； separated from the others in the same street
and standing at the crooked end of it； seemed afflicted with leprosy。
The building opposite to them； the home of the criminals of the State；
was also under a ban。 A young man would be readily impressed by this
sudden contrast。 About to fling himself into an enterprise that was
horribly hazardous； it is no wonder that the daring young seigneur
stopped short before the house of the silversmith； and called to mind
the many tales furnished by the life of Maitre Cornelius；tales which
caused such singular horror to the countess。 At this period a man of
war； and even a lover； trembled at the mere word 〃magic。〃 Few indeed
were the minds and the imaginations which disbelieved in occult facts
and tales of the marvellous。 The lover of the Comtesse de Saint…
Vallier； one of t