"Who, brother?" said Agricola, uneasy at the pale and almost wild looks of the missionary; for the smith had not yet remarked the strange resemblance of the woman to the portrait, though he shared in the general feeling of amazement, without being able to explain it to himself.
Dagobert and Faringhea were in a similar state of mind.
"Who is this woman?" resumed Agricola, as he took the hand of Gabriel, which felt damp and icy cold.
"Look!" said the young priest."Those portraits have been there for more than a century and a half."
He pointed to the paintings before which he was now seated, and Agricola, Dagobert, and Faringhea raised their eyes to either side of the fireplace.Three exclamations were now heard at once.
"It is she--it is the same woman!" cried the smith, in amazement, "and her portrait has been here for a hundred and fifty years!"
"What do I see?" cried Dagobert, as he gazed at the portrait of the man.
"The friend and emissary of Marshal Simon.Yes! it is the same face that I saw last year in Siberia.Oh, yes! I recognize that wild and sorrowful air--those black eyebrows, which make only one!"
"My eyes do not deceive me," muttered Faringhea to himself, shuddering with horror."It is the same man, with the black mark on his forehead, that we strangled and buried on the banks of the Ganges--the same man, that one of the sons of Bowanee told me, in the ruins of Tchandi, had been met by him afterwards at one of the gates of Bombay--the man of the fatal curse, who scatters death upon his passage--and his picture has existed for a hundred and fifty years!"
And, like Dagobert and Agricola, the stranger could not withdraw his eyes from that strange portrait.
"What a mysterious resemblance!" thought Father d'Aigrigny.Then, as if struck with a sudden idea, he said to Gabriel: "But this woman is the same that saved your life in America?"
"It is the same," answered Gabriel, with emotion; "and yet she told me she was going towards the North," added the young priest, speaking to himself.
"But how came she in this house?" said Father d'Aigrigny, addressing Samuel."Answer me! did this woman come in with you, or before you?"
"I came in first, and alone, when this door was first opened since a century and half," said Samuel, gravely.
"Then how can you explain the presence of this woman here?" said Father d'Aigrigny.
"I do not try to explain it," said the Jew."I see, I believe, and now I hope." added he, looking at Bathsheba with an indefinable expression.
"But you ought to explain the presence of this woman!" said Father d'Aigrigny, with vague uneasiness."Who is she? How came she hither?"
"All I know is, sir, that my father has often told me; there are subterraneous communications between this house and distant parts of the quarter."
"Oh! then nothing can be clearer," said Father d'Aigrigny; "it only remains to be known what this woman intends by coming hither.As for her singular resemblance to this portrait, it is one of the freaks of nature."
Rodin had shared in the general emotion, at the apparition of this mysterious woman.But when he saw that she had delivered a sealed packet to the notary, the socius, instead of thinking of the strangeness of this unexpected vision, was only occupied with a violent desire to quit the house with the treasure which had just fallen to the Company.He felt a vague anxiety at sight of the envelope with the black seal, which the protectress of Gabriel had delivered to the notary, and was still held mechanically in his hands.The socius, therefore, judging this a very good opportunity to walk off with the casket, during the general silence and stupor which still continued, slightly touched Father d'Aigrigny's elbow, made him a sign of intelligence, and, tucking the cedar-wood chest under his arm, was hastening towards the door.
"One moment, sir," said Samuel, rising, and standing in his path; "I request M.Notary to examine the envelope, that has just been delivered to him.You may then go out."
"But, sir," said Rodin, trying to force a passage, "the question is definitively decided in favor of Father d'Aigrigny.Therefore, with your permission--"
"I tell you, sir," answered the old man, in a loud voice, "that this casket shall not leave the house, until M.Notary has examined the envelope just delivered to him!"
These words drew the attention of all, Rodin was forced to retrace his steps.Notwithstanding the firmness of his character, the Jew shuddered at the look of implacable hate which Rodin turned upon him at this moment.