While the messenger was delivering his message, Cauvignac leaned over Nanon, and said in her ear:—
"In Heaven's name, sister, be calm! If we can exchange a few words in private, all will be well."
Nanon fell back upon the bed, more self-controlled at all events, if no calmer; for hope, however small the dose, is a balm which allays the heart-ache.
The duke, having decided to play the part of Orgon and Géronte to the end, returned to Nanon and kissed her hand, saying:—
"The crisis has passed, I trust, my dear; I leave you with the brother who is so dear to you, for the queen has sent for me. Believe me, nothing less than her Majesty's commands would induce me to leave your side at such a moment."
Nanon felt that her strength was failing her. She could not answer the duke, but simply looked at Cauvignac and pressed his hand as if to say:—
"Have you not deceived me, brother? May I really hope?"
Cauvignac answered her pressure, and said to Monsieur d'Épernon:—
"Yes, Monsieur le Duc, the crisis seems to have passed, and my sister will soon realize that she has by her side a faithful and devoted heart, ready to undertake anything to make her happy."
Nanon could restrain herself no longer; she burst out sobbing as if her heart would break, for so many things had combined to break her spirit that she was no longer anything more than an ordinary woman,—weak, that is to say, and dependent upon tears to give vent to her emotion.