The Laughing Cavalier Baroness Orczy (bill gates books recommendations txt) 📖

“Perhaps not,” he rejoined gaily. “But I can promise thee this; that the fifty guilders will be thine this evening, if thou wilt render me a simple service.”

“Render thee a service,” she said, and her low voice sounded quite cooing and gentle, “I would thank God on my knees if I could render thee a service. Didst thou not save my life⁠ ⁠…”

“By thy leave we’ll not talk of that matter. ’Tis over and done with now. The service I would ask of thee, though ’tis simple enough to perform, I could not ask of anyone else but thee. An thou’lt do it, I shall be more than repaid.”

“Name it, sir,” she said simply.

“Dost know the bank of the Oude Gracht?” he asked.

“Well,” she replied.

“Dost know the Oudenvrouwenhuis situated there?”

“Yes!”

“Next to its outer walls there is a narrow passage which leads to the Remonstrant Chapel of St. Pieter.”

“There is, sir. I know it.”

“This evening at seven o’clock then thou’lt take thy stand at the corner of this passage facing the Oude Gracht; and there thou wilt remain to ask alms from the passersby. Thou’rt not afraid?”

“Afraid of what, sir?”

“The spot is lonely, the passage leads nowhere except to the chapel, which has been deserted these past five years.”

“I am not afraid.”

“That’s brave! After evensong is over at the cathedral, one or two people will no doubt come thy way. Thou’lt beg them for alms in the usual way. But anon a lady will come accompanied by a duenna and preceded by two serving men carrying lanterns. From her thou must ask insistently, and tell her as sad a tale of woe as thou canst think on, keeping well within the narrow passage and inducing her to follow thee.”

“How shall I know the lady? There may be others who go past that way, and who might also be escorted by a woman and two serving men.”

“The men wear green and purple livery, with peaked green caps trimmed with fur. Thou canst not mistake them even in the dark, for the light of the lanterns which they carry will be upon them. But I will be in the passage close behind thee. When I see her coming I will warn thee.”

“I understand,” she said, nodding her head slowly once or twice as if she were brooding over what she thought. “But surely that is not all that I can do for thee.”

“Indeed it is, and therefore none too difficult. Having drawn the lady into the shadow by thy talk, contrive to speak to her, telling her of thy troubles. If anything occurs after that to surprise or mayhap frighten thee, pay no heed to it, but take at once to thy heels and run straight home here, without looking to right or left. No one will molest thee, I give thee my word.”

“I understand!” she reiterated once more.

“And wilt thou do as I ask?”

“Of course. My life is thine; thou didst save it twice. Thou hast but to command and I will obey.”

“We’ll call it that,” he said lightly, “since it seems to please thee. Tonight then at seven o’clock, I too, will be on the spot to place the fifty guilders in thy hand.”

“Fifty guilders!” she exclaimed almost with ecstasy, and pressed her hands to her breast. “My father and I need not starve or be homeless the whole of this winter.”

“Thou’lt make tracks for Spain very soon,” he rejoined carelessly, for he had accomplished his business and was making ready to go.

She threw him a strange look, half defiant yet almost reproachful.

“Perhaps!” she said curtly.

He took leave of her in his usual pleasant, airy manner, smiling at her earnestness and at her looks that reminded him of a starving dog which he had once picked up in the streets of Prague and kept and fed for a time, until he found it a permanent home. When he gave the dog away to some kindly people who promised to be kind to it, it threw him, at parting, just such a look as dwelt in the dark depths of this girl’s eyes now.

The old cripple on the bed had fallen into a torpor-like sleep. Diogenes cast a compassionate glance on him.

“Thou canst take him to better quarters in a day or two,” he said, “and mayhap give him some good food⁠ ⁠… Dondersteen!” he exclaimed suddenly, “what art doing, girl?”

She had stooped and kissed his hand. He drew it away almost roughly, but at the timid look of humble apology which she raised to him, he said gently:

“By St. Bavon thou’rt a funny child! Well? what is it now?” he asked, for she stood hesitating before him, with a question obviously hovering on her lips.

“I dare not,” she murmured.

“Art afraid of me then?”

“A little.”

“Yet there is something thou desirest to ask?”

“Yes.”

“What is it? Quickly now, for I must be going.”

She waited for a moment or two trying to gain courage, whilst he watched her, greatly amused.

“What is it?” he reiterated more impatiently.

Then a whispered murmur escaped her lips.

“The lady?”

“Yes. What of her?”

“Thou dost love her?” she stammered, “and wilt abduct her tonight because of thy love for her?”

For a second or two he looked on her in blank amazement, marvelling if he had entrusted this vital business to a semi-imbecile. Then seeing that indeed she appeared in deadly earnest, and that her great, inquiring but perfectly lucid eyes were fixed upon him with mute insistence, he threw back his head and laughed till the very rafters of the low room shook with the echo of his merriment.

“Dondersteen!” he said as soon as he felt that he could speak again, “but thou truly art a strange wench. Whatever did put that idea into thy head?”

“Thou dost propose to abduct her, I know that,” she said more firmly. “I am no fool, and I understand I am to be the decoy. The dark passage, the lonely spot, thy presence there⁠ ⁠… and then the occurrence, as thou saidst, that might surprise