Poor Sophie! I suffered with her and I was bitterly hurt that the friendship she had felt for me no longer seemed to exist. She had her own rooms in the château; she had asked for this and nothing was denied her. My mother and my father—who, I suspect, had never been really fond of her—wanted to indulge all her wishes. So when she asked for this set of rooms in the turret she was given them, and with Jeanne she set up what was like a private home there. I realized why she had wanted those rooms. They were apart from the rest of the château and she could really feel shut off there. From the long narrow windows high in the tower she could look out on the surrounding country and see most of the arrivals and departures from the château.
She made it clear that she was happier alone and wanted to see no one. She had her needlework, at which she had been very good, and there were one or two card games which she and Jeanne played together. Jeanne had become quite an important person in the household because of the influence she had with Sophie and every one of us wanted to do all that was possible to make Sophie’s life happier.
Lisette and I discussed Sophie. ‘It’s strange,’ said Lisette, ‘that she doesn’t want to see us. After all, we were her good friends before.’
‘I seem to be the one she has taken against,’ I said. ‘I don’t think it is entirely due to her accident. Before that I noticed she seemed to be turning against me.’
‘I think she probably noticed that Charles de Tourville was aware of your charms.’
‘Oh no. He was charming to her always and would marry her now.’
‘Of course. She is still the daughter—the
‘Well, whatever the reason, he would go on with the marriage. She is the one who won’t.’
‘Have you seen her face?’
‘Not lately. I caught a glimpse at first. I know she is badly disfigured.’
‘She never really made the most of what she had when she had it,’ said Lisette.
‘It’s tragic. I wish I knew what I could do to help.’
I had told Lisette about Madame Rougemont’s ordeal, and she had listened intently.
‘I have heard she is practicing just the same.’
‘Yes, I know. Charles de Tourville told me she is too useful to the nobility for them to allow her business to be closed.’
‘If she had been trading in poor prostitutes that would have been a different matter,’ said Lisette. Her mouth hardened. ‘You can scarcely call it fair.’
‘I never did. I consider it most unjust.’
‘Life often is,’ commented Lisette.
Charles came to the château.
‘He has come to see Sophie,’ said my mother. ‘I think he hopes to persuade her to go on with the marriage.’
‘I am so pleased,’ I replied. ‘That will make her happy.’
She did see him. He went alone to her turret rooms and only Jeanne was there with them. He said afterwards that she had kept Jeanne in the room all the time and she told him most emphatically that she was never going to marry.
He was very upset after the interview. He said to my mother: ‘She took off that hood thing she wears and showed me her face. I was horrified and I could not hide this, I’m afraid. But I told her it made no difference. She wouldn’t believe that. She said she intended to live the rest of her life in those turret rooms with Jeanne, who was the only one she wanted to see. She said she was sure of Jeanne’s devotion. I told her she could be sure of mine but she said she did not think so, that she had given up all thought of marriage and her decision was irrevocable.’
‘It is early as yet,’ said my mother. ‘It was a terrible shock and she is still suffering from it. Charles, I am sure if you persist …’
He said he would. He stayed with us for three or four days and tried every one of those days to see Sophie, but she would not receive him.
I saw him often but never alone. There was always someone to chaperone me and I was not sorry. There were reasons why I did not want to be alone with him and I did not want to probe too deeply into them.
He went away eventually but in less than a month he came back again.
‘He is very anxious to marry with Aubigné,’ said Lisette.
‘I think he is really fond of Sophie,’ I replied.
Lisette looked at me scornfully. ‘Such a good family to be allied to,’ she said cynically.
But he had changed. He was quiet. I often saw his eyes on me broodingly and I thought a great deal about him; so that was one of the reasons why I did not want to be alone with him.
August had come and it was about this time that I began to notice the change in Lisette. There were times when she looked a little older and sometimes she seemed quite pale with little of that colour which used to be so charmingly and delicately pink in her cheeks.
One day I said to her: ‘Lisette, are you well?’
‘Why do you ask?’ she demanded quickly.
‘I thought you seemed a little pale … and somehow not quite yourself.’
