Dickon was unusually quiet and after the meal he did not suggest we take a walk through the castle grounds or round the parapet.
I slept well that night to make up for the previous one and the next morning, when I was alone with my father, I broached the subject of Sophie and Léon Blanchard. We were sitting on the grass overlooking the moat when I said to him: ‘What a difference there is in Sophie nowadays.’
‘It is remarkable,’ he agreed.
‘You know why. She is in love.’
‘Yes … Léon Blanchard.’
‘Suppose he offered to marry her?’
My father was silent.
‘You have a high opinion of him,’ I said.
‘I would never have thought a tutor a suitable husband for my daughter.’
‘In the circumstances … ’
‘I agree, the circumstances make a difference.’
‘You could not wish for a more cultured man. He is connected with the Duc de Soissonson, I believe.’
‘Very remotely, apparently.’
I turned round. Sophie was standing very near to us. I flushed scarlet because it was Sophie.
‘Sophie,’ I cried scrambling up.
‘I was taking a walk,’ she said.
‘It’s a lovely day.’
Our father said: ‘Good morning, Sophie.’
She returned the greeting and started to walk away.
‘Won’t you … ’ I began, but she walked on.
I sat down again. ‘How strange that she should appear like that. So quietly … ’
‘We wouldn’t have heard the footsteps on the grass.’
‘I hope she didn’t hear that we were discussing her.’
‘She should have made herself known before.’
‘I think she was trying to escape notice altogether.’
‘We were saying that she has changed, but she doesn’t seem quite to have got over that ridiculous recluse attitude.’
‘Only when Léon Blanchard is there. If the matter were raised you would not withhold your consent, would you?’
‘I should be as pleased as you to see Sophie happily settled.’
‘I am so glad.’
Then we talked of other things.
When Armand did not appear at dinner that night we began to be uneasy. My father said if he was not back on the next day he would send a man to some of Armand’s friends to see if they had news of him.
It was rather an uneasy meal for we were all wondering about Armand. Léon Blanchard said he was sure he was with one of his friends because there had been a meeting on the day Armand had left the château. He himself had been too involved in the boys’ lessons to leave the château during the whole day, and from the first he had made it clear to Armand that his post with the boys came first with him.
The following day we heard the disquieting news that Armand had not arrived at the meeting which had taken place at the house of one of his friends. They could not understand why he did not come, as he had definitely arranged to be with them and had sent no message to say he could not come or why he had failed to turn up.
Now we were really alarmed.
‘There must have been an accident,’ said the Comte and began questioning the servants. Armand had left on horseback in the early afternoon, the groom told us, and he seemed in excellent spirits. He had gone alone.
There was no news of him all that day. Dickon went out with the men, scouring the countryside but it was the following day before anything was discovered. It was Dickon who found Armand’s horse. It was tethered to a bush close to the river. The animal was in a state of panic, not having been fed for so long; and by the river bank was a feathered hat which we identified as Armand’s.
The river was deep and fairly wide at that point but Armand was a strong swimmer. It seemed possible, however, that there had been some accident and the Comte ordered that the river be dragged. This was done but nothing came to light. We tried to conjecture what could have happened.
The Comte thought that Armand might have been near the river when he slipped, was knocked unconscious and fell into the water. It was swift-flowing and could have carried his body away and eventually reached the sea.
Dickon said: ‘This looks like foul play. He was on one of his Band excursions. Is it possible that this was known? Indeed, it is impossible that it was not known. All the Band seemed to do was talk, and there must have been many who were against such an organization.’
‘Wouldn’t they have attacked the entire Band?’ asked my father. ‘We must find Armand.’
A week passed and nothing came to light. Armand had completely disappeared. Dickon had a theory that someone had killed him and buried the body, and he took Léon Blanchard with him and they went out with spades to search the spot by the river.
Everyone joined in the task of trying to find Armand. There were no lessons during those days and the boys joined enthusiastically in the search.
At length we really began to accept the fact that Armand was dead. This seemed certain, for Armand would never have forgotten his horse unless circumstances made it impossible for him to do otherwise.
A gloom had fallen over the house.
‘It is true,’ said the Comte, ‘that we live in dangerous times. Armand should never have got involved in that Band. Poor Armand, he never did succeed in anything he undertook and all this has done has brought him to his death.’
‘He may not be dead,’ I said.
‘Something tells me that I shall never see him again.’
The search went on. In the town, in the castle nothing else was talked of; it went on and on; there were continual searches; but the weeks passed and there was no news of Armand.
It was about three weeks after Armand’s disappearance when a messenger came to the castle.
It was mid-afternoon. Dickon had gone out. He was still hoping to find some clue which would solve the mystery of Armand’s disappearance. The boys were in the schoolroom because it was one of Leon Blanchard’s days to be at the château and Lisette and I were in my room. She was making a shirt for Louis-Charles and I was seated at the window looking out.
I was still hoping for news of Armand and I had a notion that Dickon might well be the one to find it.
As I sat there I saw a stranger riding towards the castle.
‘I think he’s coming here,’ I said.
Lisette dropped her sewing and came over to stand beside me.
‘Who is it?’ I wondered.
‘We’ll soon know,’ she said. ‘Why don’t you go down and see?’
‘I will. It might be news of Armand. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if he were alive and well!’
I was in the hall when one of the grooms came in with the stranger.
‘He is asking for Monsieur Blanchard, Madame,’ said the groom.
‘I think he is in the schoolroom.’ One of the maids had appeared and I said to her: ‘Go and fetch Monsieur Blanchard.’ I turned to the visitor. ‘Not bad news, I hope.’
‘I am afraid so, Madame.’
I sighed. He did not continue and I felt it would be incorrect to pry into Léon Blanchard’s business.
Léon appeared on the stairs, his expression bewildered, and when he saw the man and recognized him, he was very anxious indeed.
‘Jules …’ he began.
The man said: ‘Ah, Monsieur Léon, Madame Blanchard is very ill. She is asking for you to come to her at once. Your brother sent me off and I have been two days getting here. It is necessary for us to leave without delay.’
‘Mon Dieu,’ murmured Léon. He turned to me. ‘This is sad news. My mother is very ill and asking for me.’
‘Well, you must go to her,’ I said.
‘I’m afraid I have no alternative. The boys … ’
‘The boys can wait until you come back.’
Lisette was beside me. ‘They will need some food before they go,’ she said.