it was on the thirteenth day of april that they signed the second treaty of dover, which not only confirmed its predecessor of aix-la-chapelle, but in addition, with the brevity of lightning, demolished the last stuarts' hope of any further aid from france. and the french ambassador subscribed the terms with a chuckle.
"for on this occasion, jean," he observed, as he pushed the paper from him,
"i think that honors are fairly even. you obtain peace at home, and in
india we obtain assistance for dupleix; good, the benefit is quite mutual;
and accordingly, my friend, i must still owe you one requiting for that
bavarian business."
ormskirk was silent until he had the churchwarden which he had just ignited aglow. "that was the evening i had you robbed and beaten by footpads, was it not? faith, gaston, i think you should rather be obliged to me, since it taught you never to carry important papers in your pocket when you go about your affairs of gallantry."
"that beating with great sticks," the duc de puysange considered, "was the height of unnecessity."
and the duke of ormskirk shrugged. "a mere touch of verisimilitude, gaston; footpads invariably beat their victims. besides, you had attempted to murder me at aix, you may remember."
de puysange was horrified. "my dear friend, when i set villaneuve upon you it was with express orders only to run you through the shoulder. figure to yourself: that abominable st. severin had bribed your chef to feed you powdered glass in a ragout! but i dissented. 'jean and i have been the dearest enemies these ten years past,' i said. 'at every court in europe we have lied to each other. if you kill him i shall beyond doubt presently perish of ennui.' so, that france might escape a blow so crushing as the loss of my services, st. severin consented to disable you."
"believe me, i appreciate your intervention," ormskirk stated, with his usual sleepy smile; before this he had found amusement in the naïveté of his friend's self-approbation.
"not so! rather you are a monument of ingratitude," the other complained. "you conceive, villaneuve was in price exorbitant. i snap my fingers. 'for a comrade so dear,' i remark, 'i gladly employ the most expensive of assassins.' yet before the face of such magnanimity you grumble." the duc de puysange spread out his shapely hands. "i murder you! my adored jean, i had as lief make love to my wife."
ormskirk struck his finger-tips upon the table. "faith, i knew there was something i intended to ask of you, i want you to get me a wife."
"in fact," de puysange observed, "warfare being now at an end, it is only natural that you should resort to matrimony. i can assure you it is an admirable substitute. but who is the lucky miss, my little villain?"
"why, that is for you to settle," ormskirk said. "i had hoped you might know of some suitable person."
"ma foi, my friend, if i were arbiter and any wife would suit you, i would cordially desire you to take mine, for when a woman so incessantly resembles an angel in conduct, her husband inevitably desires to see her one in reality."
"you misinterpret me, gaston. this is not a jest. i had always intended to marry as soon as i could spare the time, and now that this treaty is disposed of, my opportunity has beyond doubt arrived. i am practically at leisure until the autumn. at latest, though, i must marry by august, in order to get the honeymoon off my hands before the convocation of parliament. for there will have to be a honeymoon, i suppose."
"it is customary," de puysange said. he appeared to deliberate something entirely alien to this reply, however, and now sat silent for a matter of four seconds, his countenance profoundly grave. he was a hideous man, [footnote: for a consideration of the vexed and delicate question whether or no gaston de puysange was grandson to king charles the second of england, the reader is referred to the third chapter of la vrillière's de puysange et son temps. the duke's resemblance in person to that monarch was undeniable.] with black beetling eyebrows, an enormous nose, and an under-lip excessively full; his face had all the calculated ill-proportion of a gargoyle, an ugliness so consummate and merry that in ultimate effect it captivated.
at last de puysange began: "i think i follow you. it is quite proper that you should marry. it is quite proper that a man who has done so much for england should leave descendants to perpetuate his name, and with perhaps some portion of his ability—no, jean, i do not flatter,—serve the england which is to his heart so dear. as a frenchman i cannot but deplore that our next generation may have to face another ormskirk; as your friend who loves you i say that this marriage will appropriately round a successful and honorable and intelligent life. eh, we are only men, you and i, and it is advisable that all men should marry, since otherwise they might be so happy in this colorful world that getting to heaven would not particularly tempt them. thus is matrimony a bulwark of religion."
"you are growing scurrilous," ormskirk complained, "whereas i am in perfect earnest."
"i, too, speak to the foot of the letter, jean, as you will soon learn. i comprehend that you cannot with agreeability marry an englishwoman. you are too much the personage. possessing, as you notoriously possess, your pick among the women of gentle degree—for none of them would her guardians nor her good taste permit to refuse the great duke of ormskirk,—any choice must therefore be a too robustious affrontment to all the others. if you select a howard, the skirlaws have pepper in the nose; if a beaufort, you lose umfraville's support,—and so on. hey, i know, my dear jean; your affair with the earl of brudenel's daughter cost you seven seats in parliament, you may remember. how am i aware of this?—why, because i habitually have your mail intercepted. you intercept mine, do you not? naturally; you would be a very gross and intolerable scion of the pig if you did otherwise. eh bien, let us get on. you might, of course, play king cophetua, but i doubt if it would amuse you, since penelophons are rare; it follows in logic that your wife must come from abroad. and whence? without question, from france, the land of adorable women. the thing is plainly demonstrated; and in france, my dear, i have to an eyelash the proper person for you."
"then we may consider the affair as settled," ormskirk replied, "and should you arrange to have the marriage take place upon the first of august,—if possible, a trifle earlier,—i would be trebly your debtor."
de puysange retorted: "beyond doubt i can adjust these matters. and yet, my dear jean, i must submit that it is not quite the act of a gentleman to plunge into matrimony without even inquiring as to the dowry of your future bride."
"it is true," said ormskirk, with a grimace; "i had not thought of her portion. you must remember my attention is at present pre-empted by that idiotic ferrers business. how much am i to marry, then, gaston?"
"i had in mind," said the other, "my sister, the demoiselle claire de
puysange,—"
it was a day of courtesy when the minor graces were paramount. ormskirk rose and accorded de puysange a salutation fitted to an emperor. "i entreat your pardon, sir, for any gaucherie of which i may have been guilty, and desire to extend to you my appreciation of the honor you have done me."
"it is sufficient, monsieur," de puysange replied. and the two gravely bowed again.
then the frenchman resumed, in conversational tones: "i have but one unmarried sister,—already nineteen, beautiful as an angel (in the eyes, at least, of fraternal affection), and undoubtedly as headstrong as any devil at present stoking the eternal fires below. you can conceive that the disposal of such a person is a delicate matter. in poictesme there is no suitable match, and upon the other hand i grievously apprehend her presentation at our court, where, as arouet de voltaire once observed to me, the men are lured into matrimony by the memories of their past sins, and the women by the immunity it promises for future ones. in england, where custom will permit a woman to be both handsome and chaste, i estimate she would be admirably ranged. accordingly, my dear jean, behold a fact accomplished. and now let us embrace, my brother!"
this was done. the next day they settled the matter of dowry, jointure, the widow's portion, and so on, and de puysange returned to render his report at marly. the wedding had been fixed by the frenchman for st. anne's day, and by ormskirk, as an uncompromising churchman, for the twenty-sixth of the following july.
