WHITE LIES

By Charles Reade

CHAPTER I. 

Towards the close of the last century the Baron de Beaurepaire livedin the chateau of that name in Brittany. His family was of prodigiousantiquity; seven successive barons had already flourished on this spotwhen a younger son of the house accompanied his neighbor the Duke ofNormandy in his descent on England, and was rewarded by a grant ofEnglish land, on which he dug a mote and built a chateau, and called itBeaurepaire (the worthy Saxons turned this into Borreper without delay). Since that day more than twenty gentlemen of the same lineage had heldin turn the original chateau and lands, and handed them down to theirpresent lord. 

Thus rooted in his native Brittany, Henri Lionel Marie St. Quentin deBeaurepaire was as fortunate as any man can be pronounced before hedies. He had health, rank, a good income, a fair domain, a goodlyhouse, a loving wife, and two lovely young daughters, all veneration andaffection. Two months every year he visited the Faubourg St. Germain andthe Court. At both every gentleman and every lacquey knew his name, andhis face: his return to Brittany after this short absence was celebratedby a rustic fete. 

Above all, Monsieur de Beaurepaire possessed that treasure of treasures, content. He hunted no heart-burns. Ambition did not tempt him; whyshould he listen to long speeches, and court the unworthy, and descendto intrigue, for so precarious and equivocal a prize as a place in theGovernment, when he could be De Beaurepaire without trouble or loss ofself-respect? Social ambition could get little hold of him; let parvenusgive balls half in doors, half out, and light two thousand lamps, and waste their substance battling and manoeuvring for fashionabledistinction; he had nothing to gain by such foolery, nothing to lose bymodest living; he was the twenty-ninth Baron of Beaurepaire. So wise, so proud, so little vain, so strong in health and wealth and honor, one would have said nothing less than an earthquake could shakethis gentleman and his house. Yet both were shaken, though rooted bycenturies to the soil; and by no vulgar earthquake. 

For years France had bowed in silence beneath two galling burdens--aselfish and corrupt monarchy, and a multitudinous, privileged, lazy, andoppressive aristocracy, by whom the peasant was handled like a Russianserf. [Said peasant is now the principal proprietor of the soil. ]

The lower orders rose upon their oppressors, and soon showed themselvesfar blacker specimens of the same breed. Law, religion, humanity, andcommon sense, hid their faces; innocent blood flowed in a stream, andterror reigned. To Monsieur de Beaurepaire these republicans--murderersof women, children, and kings--seemed the most horrible monsters naturehad ever produced; he put on black, and retired from society; he felledtimber, and raised large sums of money upon his estate. And one day hemounted his charger, and disappeared from the chateau. 

Three months after this, a cavalier, dusty and pale, rode into thecourtyard of Beaurepaire, and asked to see the baroness. She came tohim; he hung his head and held her out a letter. 

It contained a few sad words from Monsieur de Laroche-jaquelin. Thebaron had just fallen in La Vendee, fighting for the Crown. 

From that hour till her death the baroness wore black. 

The mourner would have been arrested, and perhaps beheaded, but for afriend, the last in the world on whom the family reckoned for any solidaid. Dr. Aubertin had lived in the chateau twenty years. He was a man ofscience, and did not care a button for money; so he had retired fromthe practice of medicine, and pursued his researches at ease underthe baron's roof. They all loved him, and laughed at his occasionalreveries, in the days of prosperity; and now, in one great crisis, theprotege became the protector, to their astonishment and his own. But itwas an age of ups and downs. This amiable theorist was one of the oldestverbal republicans in Europe. And why not? In theory a republic isthe perfect form of government: it is merely in practice that it isimpossible; it is only upon going off paper into reality, and tryingactually to self-govern limited nations, after heating them white hotwith the fire of politics and the bellows of bombast--that the thingresolves itself into bloodshed silvered with moonshine. 

Dr. Aubertin had for years talked and written speculative republicanism. So they applied to him whether the baroness shared her husband'sopinions, and he boldly assured them she did not; he added, "She is apupil of mine. " On this audacious statement they contented themselveswith laying a heavy fine on the lands of Beaurepaire. 

Assignats were abundant, but good mercantile paper, a notorious coward, had made itself wings and fled, and specie was creeping into strongboxes like a startled rabbit into its hole. The fine was paid; butBeaurepaire had to be heavily mortgaged, and the loan bore a high rateof interest. This, with the baron's previous mortgages, swamped theestate. 

The baroness sold her carriage and horses, and she and her daughtersprepared to deny themselves all but the bare necessaries of life, andpay off their debts if possible. On this their dependants fell away fromthem; their fair-weather friends came no longer near them; and many aflush of indignation crossed their brows, and many an aching pang theirhearts, as adversity revealed the baseness and inconstancy of commonpeople high or low. 

When the other servants had retired with their wages, one Jacintharemained behind, and begged permission to speak to the baroness. 

"What would you with me, my child?" asked that lady, with an accent inwhich a shade of surprise mingled with great politeness. 

"Forgive me, madame, " began Jacintha, with a formal courtesy; "but howcan I leave you, and Mademoiselle Josephine, and Mademoiselle Rose? Iwas born at Beaurepaire; my mother died in the chateau: my father diedin the village; but he had meat every day from the baron's owntable, and fuel from the baron's wood, and died blessing the house ofBeaurepaire. I CANNOT go. The others are gone because prosperity is hereno longer. Let it be so; I will stay till the sun shines again upon thechateau, and then you shall send me away if you are bent on it; butnot now, my ladies--oh, not now! Oh! oh! oh!" And the warm-hearted girlburst out sobbing ungracefully. 

"My child, " said the baroness, "these sentiments touch me, and honoryou. But retire, if you please, while I consult my daughters. "

Jacintha cut her sobs dead short, and retreated with a formal reverence. 

The consultation consisted of the baroness opening her arms, and bothher daughters embracing her at once. Proud as they were, they weptwith joy at having made one friend amongst all their servants. Jacinthastayed. 

As months rolled on, Rose de Beaurepaire recovered her natural gayety inspite of bereavement and poverty; so strong are youth, and health, and temperament. But her elder sister had a grief all her own: CaptainDujardin, a gallant young officer, well-born, and his own master, hadcourted her with her parents' consent; and, even when the baron began tolook coldly on the soldier of the Republic, young Dujardin, though tooproud to encounter the baron's irony and looks of scorn, would not yieldlove to pique. He came no more to the chateau, but he would wait hoursand hours on the path to the little oratory in the park, on the barechance of a passing word or even a kind look from Josephine. So muchdevotion gradually won a heart which in happier times she had been halfencouraged to give him; and, when he left her on a military serviceof uncommon danger, the woman's reserve melted, and, in that moment ofmutual grief and passion, she vowed she loved him better than all theworld. 

Letters from the camp breathing a devotion little short of worshipfed her attachment; and more than one public mention of his name andservices made her proud as well as fond of the fiery young soldier. 

Still she did not open her heart to her parents. The baron, alive atthat time, was exasperated against the Republic, and all who served it;and, as for the baroness, she was of the old school: a passionatelove in a lady's heart before marriage was contrary to her notions ofetiquette. Josephine loved Rose very tenderly; but shrank with modestdelicacy from making her a confidante of feelings, the bare relation ofwhich leaves the female hearer a child no longer. 

So she hid her heart, and delicious first love nestled deep in hernature, and thrilled in every secret vein and fibre. 

They had parted two years, and he had joined the army of the Pyreneesabout one month, when suddenly all correspondence ceased on his part. 

Restless anxiety rose into terror as this silence continued; andstarting and trembling at every sound, and edging to the window at everyfootstep, Josephine expected hourly the tidings of her lover's death. 

Months rolled on in silence. 

Then a new torture came. He must not be dead but unfaithful. At this allthe pride of her race was fired in her. 

The struggle between love and ire was almost too much for nature:violently gay and moody by turns she alarmed both her mother and thegood Dr. Aubertin. The latter was not, I think, quite without suspicionof the truth; however, he simply prescribed change of air and place;she must go to Frejus, a watering-place distant about five leagues. Mademoiselle de Beaurepaire yielded a languid assent. To her all placeswere alike. 

But when they returned from Frejus a change had taken place. Rose hadextracted her sister's secret, and was a changed girl. Pity, and thekeen sense of Josephine's wrong, had raised her sisterly love to apassion. The great-hearted girl hovered about her lovely, sufferingsister like an angel, and paid her the tender attentions of a devotedlover, and hated Camille Dujardin with all her heart: hated him all themore that she saw Josephine shrink even from her whenever she inveighedagainst him. 

At last Rose heard some news of the truant lover. The fact is, thisyoung lady was as intelligent as she was inexperienced; and she hadasked Jacintha to tell Dard to talk to every soldier that passed throughthe village, and ask him if he knew anything about Captain Dujardinof the 17th regiment. Dard cross-examined about a hundred invalidedwarriors, who did not even recognize the captain's name; but at last, by extraordinary luck, he actually did fall in with two, who told himstrange news about Captain Dujardin. And so then Dard told Jacintha; andJacintha soon had the men into the kitchen and told Rose. Rose ran totell Josephine; but stopped in the passage, and turned suddenly verycold. Her courage failed her; she feared Josephine would not take thenews as she ought; and perhaps would not love her so well if SHE toldher; so she thought to herself she would let the soldiers tell their owntale. She went into the room where Josephine was reading to the baronessand Dr. Aubertin; she sat quietly down; but at the first opportunitymade Josephine one of those imperceptible signals which women, and aboveall, sisters, have reduced to so subtle a system. This done, she wentcarelessly out: and Josephine in due course followed her, and found herat the door. 

"What is it?" said Josephine, earnestly. 

"Have you courage?" was Rose's reply. 

"He is dead?" said Josephine, turning pale as ashes. 

"No, no;" said Rose hastily; "he is alive. But you will need all yourcourage. "

"Since he lives I fear nothing, " said Josephine; and stood there andquivered from head to foot. Rose, with pitying looks, took her by thehand and drew her in silence towards the kitchen. 

Josephine yielded a mute submission at first; but at the very door hungback and faltered, "He loves another; he is married: let me go. " Rosemade no reply, but left her there and went into the kitchen and foundtwo dragoons seated round a bottle of wine. They rose and saluted her. 

"Be seated, my brave men, " said she; "only please tell me what you toldJacintha about Captain Dujardin. "

"Don't stain your mouth with the captain, my little lady. He is atraitor. "

"How do you know?"

"Marcellus! mademoiselle asks us how we know Captain Dujardin to be atraitor. Speak. "

Marcellus, thus appealed to, told Rose after his own fashion that heknew the captain well: that one day the captain rode out of the camp andnever returned: that at first great anxiety was felt on his behalf, forthe captain was a great favorite, and passed for the smartest soldier inthe division: that after awhile anxiety gave place to some very awkwardsuspicions, and these suspicions it was his lot and his comrade's hereto confirm. About a month later he and the said comrade and two morewere sent, well mounted, to reconnoitre a Spanish village. At the doorof a little inn they caught sight of a French uniform. This so excitedtheir curiosity that he went forward nearer than prudent, and distinctlyrecognized Captain Dujardin seated at a table drinking between twoguerillas; then he rode back and told the others, who then came up andsatisfied themselves it was so: that if any of the party had entertaineda doubt, it was removed in an unpleasant way; he, Marcellus, disgustedat the sight of a French uniform drinking among Spaniards, took down hiscarabine and fired at the group as carefully as a somewhat restive horsepermitted: at this, as if by magic, a score or so of guerillas pouredout from Heaven knows where, musket in hand, and delivered a volley;the officer in command of the party fell dead, Jean Jacques here got abroken arm, and his own horse was wounded in two places, and fell fromloss of blood a few furlongs from the French camp, to the neighborhoodof which the vagabonds pursued them, hallooing and shouting and firinglike barbarous banditti as they were. 

"However, here I am, " concluded Marcellus, "invalided for awhile, mylady, but not expended yet: we will soon dash in among them again fordeath or glory. Meantime, " concluded he, filling both glasses, "letus drink to the eyes of beauty (military salute); and to the renownof France; and double damnation to all her traitors, like that CaptainDujardin; whose neck may the devil twist. "

Ere they could drink to this energetic toast, a low wail at the door, like a dying hare's, arrested the glasses on their road, and the roughsoldiers stood transfixed, and looked at one another in some dismay. Rose flew to the door with a face full of concern. 

Josephine was gone. 

Then Rose had the tact and resolution to say a few kind, encouragingwords to the soldiers, and bid Jacintha be hospitable to them. This doneshe darted up-stairs after Josephine; she reached the main corridor justin time to see her creep along it with the air and carriage of a womanof fifty, and enter her own room. 

Rose followed softly with wet eyes, and turned the handle gently. Butthe door was locked. 

"Josephine! Josephine!"

No answer. 

"I want to speak to you. I am frightened. Oh, do not be alone. "

A choking voice answered, "Give me a little while to draw my breath. "Rose sank down at the door, and sat close to it, with her head againstit, sobbing bitterly. She was hurt at not being let in; such a friend asshe had proved herself. But this personal feeling was only a fraction ofher grief and anxiety. 

A good half hour elapsed ere Josephine, pale and stern as no one hadever seen her till that hour, suddenly opened the door. She started atsight of Rose couched sorrowful on the threshold; her stern look relaxedinto tender love and pity; she sank, blushing, on her knees, and tookher sister's head quickly to her bosom. "Oh, my little love, have youbeen here all this time?"--"Oh! oh! oh!" was all the little love couldreply. Then the deserted one, still kneeling, took Rose in her lap, andcaressed and comforted her, and poured words of gratitude and affectionover her like a warm shower. 

They rose hand in hand. 

Then Rose suddenly seized Josephine, and looked long and anxiously downinto her eyes. They flashed fire under the scrutiny. "Yes, it is allover; I could not despise and love. I am dead to him, as he is dead toFrance. "

This was joyful news to Rose. "I hoped it would be so, " said she; "butyou frightened me. My noble sister, were I ever to lose your esteem, Ishould die. Oh, how awful yet how beautiful is your scorn. For worldsI would not be that Cam"--Josephine laid her hand imperiously on Rose'smouth. "To mention his name to me will be to insult me; De BeaurepaireI am, and a Frenchwoman. Come, dear, let us go down and comfort ourmother. "

They went down; and this patient sufferer, and high minded conqueror, ofher own accord took up a commonplace book, and read aloud for two mortalhours to her mother and Aubertin. Her voice only wavered twice. 

To feel that life is ended; to wish existence, too, had ceased; and soto sit down, an aching hollow, and take a part and sham an interest intwaddle to please others; such are woman's feats. How like nothing atall they look!

A man would rather sit on the buffer of a steam-engine and ride at theGreat Redan. 

Rose sat at her elbow, a little behind her, and turned the leaves, andon one pretence or other held Josephine's hand nearly all the rest ofthe day. Its delicate fibres remained tense, like a greyhound's sinewsafter a race, and the blue veins rose to sight in it, though her voiceand eyes were mastered. 

So keen was the strife, so matched the antagonists, so hard the victory. 

For ire and scorn are mighty. And noble blood in a noble heart isheroic. And Love is a giant. 

CHAPTER II. 

The French provinces were now organized upon a half military plan, bywhich all the local authorities radiated towards a centre of government. By-the-by, this feature has survived subsequent revolutions andpolitical changes. 

In days of change, youth is at a premium; because, though experience isvaluable, the experience of one order of things unfits ordinary men foranother order of things. So a good many old fogies in office were shownthe door, and a good deal of youth and energy infused into the veins ofprovincial government. For instance, Edouard Riviere, who had but justcompleted his education with singular eclat at a military school, wasone fine day ordered into Brittany to fill a responsible post underCommandant Raynal, a blunt, rough soldier, that had risen from theranks, and bore a much higher character for zeal and moral integritythan for affability. 

This officer was the son of a widow that kept a grocer's shop in Paris. She intended him for spice, but he thirsted for glory, and vexed her. Soshe yielded, as mothers will. 

In the armies of the republic a good soldier rose with unparalleledcertainty, and rapidity, too; for when soldiers are being mowed downlike oats, it is a glorious time for such of them as keep their feet. Raynal mounted fast, and used to write to his mother, and joke her aboutthe army being such a bad profession; and, as he was all for glory, notmoney, he lived with Spartan frugality, and saved half his pay and allhis prize money for the old lady in Paris. 

But this prosperous man had to endure a deep disappointment; on the veryday he was made commandant and one of the general's aides-de-camp, camea letter into the camp. His mother was dead after a short illness. Thiswas a terrible blow to the simple, rugged soldier, who had never hadmuch time nor inclination to flirt with a lot of girls, and toughen hisheart. He came back to Paris honored and rich, but downcast. The oldhome, empty of his mother, seemed to him not to have the old look. It made him sadder. To cheer him up they brought him much money. Thewidow's trade had taken a wonderful start the last few years, and shehad been playing the same game as he had, living on ten-pence a day, andsaving all for him. This made him sadder, if anything. 

"What, " said he, "have we both been scraping all this dross togetherfor? I would give it all to sit one hour by the fire, with her hand inmine, and hear her say, 'Scamp, you made me unhappy when you were young, but I have lived to be proud of you. '"

He applied for active service, no matter what: obtained at once thispost in Brittany, and threw himself into it with that honest zeal andactivity, which are the best earthly medicine for all our griefs. He wasbusy writing, when young Riviere first presented himself. He looked upfor a moment, and eyed him, to take his measure; then put into hishand a report by young Nicole, a subordinate filling a post of the samenature as Riviere's; and bade him analyze that report on the spot: withthis he instantly resumed his own work. 

Edouard Riviere was an adept at this sort of task, and soon handed hima neat analysis. Raynal ran his eye over it, nodded cold approval, andtold him to take this for the present as a guide as to his own duties. He then pointed to a map on which Riviere's district was marked inblue ink, and bade him find the centre of it. Edouard took a pairof compasses off the table, and soon discovered that the village ofBeaurepaire was his centre. "Then quarter yourself at Beaurepaire; andgood-day, " said Raynal. 

The chateau was in sight from Riviere's quarters, and he soon learnedthat it belonged to a royalist widow and her daughters, who all threeheld themselves quite aloof from the rest of the world. "Ah, " said theyoung citizen, "I see. If these rococo citizens play that game with me, I shall have to take them down. " Thus a fresh peril menaced this family, on whose hearts and fortunes such heavy blows had fallen. 

One evening our young official, after a day spent in the service ofthe country, deigned to take a little stroll to relieve the cares ofadministration. He imprinted on his beardless face the expression ofa wearied statesman, and strolled through an admiring village. The menpretended veneration from policy; the women, whose views of this greatman were shallower but more sincere, smiled approval of his airs; andthe young puppy affected to take no notice of either sex. 

Outside the village, Publicola suddenly encountered two young ladies, who resembled nothing he had hitherto met with in his district; theywere dressed in black, and with extreme simplicity; but their easy graceand composure, and the refined sentiment of their gentle faces, told ata glance they belonged to the high nobility. Publicola divined them atonce, and involuntarily raised his hat to so much beauty and dignity, instead of poking it with a finger as usual. On this the ladiesinstantly courtesied to him after the manner of their party, with asweep and a majesty, and a precision of politeness, that the pup wouldhave laughed at if he had heard of it; but seeing it done, and welldone, and by lovely women of rank, he was taken aback by it, and liftedhis hat again, and bowed again after he had gone by, and was generallyflustered. In short, instead of a member of the Consular Governmentsaluting private individuals of a decayed party that existed onlyby sufferance, a handsome, vain, good-natured boy had met twoself-possessed young ladies of distinction and breeding, and had cut theusual figure. 

For the next hundred yards his cheeks burned and his vanity cooled. Butbumptiousness is elastic in France, as in England, and doubtless amongthe Esquimaux. "Well, they are pretty girls, " says he to himself. "Inever saw two such pretty girls together; they will do for me to flirtwith while I am banished to this Arcadia. " Banished from school, I begto observe. 

And "awful beauty" being no longer in sight, Mr. Edouard resolved hewould flirt with them to their hearts' content. But there are ladieswith whom a certain preliminary is required before you can flirt withthem. You must be on speaking terms. How was this to be managed?

He used to watch at his window with a telescope, and whenever thesisters came out of their own grounds, which unfortunately was notabove twice a week, he would throw himself in their way by the merestaccident, and pay them a dignified and courteous salute, which he hadcarefully got up before a mirror in the privacy of his own chamber. 

One day, as he took off his hat to the young ladies, there broke fromone of them a smile, so sudden, sweet, and vivid, that he seemed to feelit smite him first on the eyes then in the heart. He could not sleep forthis smile. 

Yet he had seen many smilers; but to be sure most of them smiled withouteffect, because they smiled eternally; they seemed cast with theirmouths open, and their pretty teeth forever in sight; and this has asaddening influence on a man of sense--when it has any. But here a fair, pensive face had brightened at sight of him; a lovely countenance, onwhich circumstances, not nature, had impressed gravity, had sprung backto its natural gayety for a moment, and had thrilled and bewitched thebeholder. 

The next Sunday he went to church--and there worshipped--whom? Cupid. He smarted for his heathenism; for the young ladies went with highermotives, and took no notice of him. They lowered their long silkenlashes over one breviary, and scarcely observed the handsome citizen. Meantime he, contemplating their pious beauty with earthly eyes, wasdrinking long draughts of intoxicating passion. And when after theservice they each took an arm of Dr. Aubertin, and he with the air of anadmiral convoying two ships choke-full of specie, conducted his preciouscharge away home, our young citizen felt jealous, and all but hated theworthy doctor. 

This went on till he became listless and dejected on the days he did notsee them. Then he asked himself whether he was not a cowardly foolto keep at such a distance. After all he was a man in authority. Hisfriendship was not to be despised, least of all by a family suspected ofdisaffection to the state. 

He put on his glossy beaver with enormous brim, high curved; hisblue coat with brass buttons; his white waistcoat, gray breeches, andtop-boots; and marched up to the chateau of Beaurepaire, and sent in hiscard with his name and office inscribed. 

Jacintha took it, bestowed a glance of undisguised admiration onthe young Adonis, and carried it to the baroness. That lady sent herpromptly down again with a black-edged note to this effect. 

Highly flattered by Monsieur de Riviere's visit, the baroness mustinform him that she receives none but old acquaintances, in the presentgrief of the family, and of the KINGDOM. 

Young Riviere was cruelly mortified by this rebuff. He went offhurriedly, grinding his teeth with rage. 

"Cursed aristocrats! We have done well to pull you down, and we willhave you lower still. How I despise myself for giving any one the chanceto affront me thus. The haughty old fool; if she had known her interest, she would have been too glad to make a powerful friend. These royalistsare in a ticklish position; I can tell her that. She calls me DeRiviere; that implies nobody without a 'De' to their name would have thepresumption to visit her old tumble-down house. Well, it is a lesson; Iam a republican, and the Commonwealth trusts and honors me; yet I amso ungrateful as to go out of the way to be civil to her enemies, toroyalists; as if those worn-out creatures had hearts, as if they couldcomprehend the struggle that took place in my mind between duty, andgenerosity to the fallen, before I could make the first overture totheir acquaintance; as if they could understand the politeness ofthe heart, or anything nobler than curving and ducking and heartlessetiquette. This is the last notice I will ever take of that old woman, unless it is to denounce her. "

He walked home to the town very fast, his heart boiling, and his lipscompressed, and his brow knitted. 

To this mood succeeded a sullen and bitter one. He was generous, butvain, and his love had humiliated him so bitterly, he resolved to tearit out of his heart. He absented himself from church; he met the youngladies no more. He struggled fiercely with his passion; he went aboutdogged, silent, and sighing. Presently he devoted his leisure hoursto shooting partridges instead of ladies. And he was right; partridgescannot shoot back; whereas beautiful women, like Cupid, are all archersmore or less, and often with one arrow from eye or lip do more executionthan they have suffered from several discharges of our small shot. 

In these excursions, Edouard was generally accompanied by a thick-setrustic called Dard, who, I believe, purposes to reveal his own characterto you, and so save me that trouble. 

One fine afternoon, about four o'clock, this pair burst remorselesslythrough a fence, and landed in the road opposite Bigot's Auberge; a longlow house, with "ICI ON LOGE A PIED ET A CHEVAL, " written all across itin gigantic letters. Riviere was for moving homeward, but Dard haltedand complained dismally of "the soldier's gripes. " The statesman hadnever heard of that complaint, so Dard explained that the VULGAR namefor it was hunger. "And only smell, " said he, "the soup is just fit tocome off the fire. "

Riviere smiled sadly, but consented to deign to eat a morsel in theporch. Thereat Dard dashed wildly into the kitchen. 

They dined at one little round table, each after his fashion. When Dardcould eat no more, he proceeded to drink; and to talk in proportion. Riviere, lost in his own thoughts, attended to him as men of business doto a babbling brook; until suddenly from the mass of twaddle broke fortha magic word--Beaurepaire; then the languid lover pricked up his earsand found Mr. Dard was abusing that noble family right and left. YoungRiviere inquired what ground of offence they had given HIM. "I'll tellyou, " said Dard; "they impose on Jacintha; and so she imposes on me. "Then observing he had at last gained his employer's ear, he becameprodigiously loquacious, as such people generally are when once they getupon their own griefs. 

"These Beaurepaire aristocrats, " said he, with his hard peasantgood-sense, "are neither the one thing nor the other; they cannot keepup nobility, they have not the means; they will not come down off theirperch, they have not the sense. No, for as small as they are, they mustlook and talk as big as ever. They can only afford one servant, andI don't believe they pay her; but they must be attended on just asobsequious as when they had a dozen. And this is fatal to all us littlepeople that have the misfortune to be connected with them. "

"Why, how are you connected with them?"

"By the tie of affection. "

"I thought you hated them. "

"Of course I do; but I have the ill-luck to love Jacintha, and she lovesthese aristocrats, and makes me do little odd jobs for them. " And atthis Dard's eyes suddenly glared with horror. 

"Well, what of that?" asked Riviere. 

"What of it, citizen, what? you do not know the fatal meaning of thoseaccursed words?"

"Why, I never heard of a man's back being broken by little odd jobs. "

"Perhaps not his back, citizen, but his heart? if little odd jobs willnot break that, why nothing will. Torn from place to place, and fromtrouble to trouble; as soon as one tiresome thing begins to go a bitsmooth, off to a fresh plague, in-doors work when it is dry, out-a-doorswhen it snows; and then all bustle; no taking one's work quietly, theonly way it agrees with a fellow. 'Milk the cow, Dard, but look sharp;the baroness's chair wants mending. Take these slops to the pig, but youmust not wait to see him enjoy them: you are wanted to chop billets. 'Beat the mats, take down the curtains, walk to church (best part ofa league), and heat the pew cushions; come back and cut the cabbages, paint the door, and wheel the old lady about the terrace, rubquicksilver on the little dog's back, --mind he don't bite you to makehisself sick, --repair the ottoman, roll the gravel, scour the kettles, carry half a ton of water up two purostairs, trim the turf, prune thevine, drag the fish-pond; and when you ARE there, go in and gather waterlilies for Mademoiselle Josephine while you are drowning the puppies;that is little odd jobs: may Satan twist her neck who invented them!"

"Very sad all this, " said young Riviere. 

Dard took the little sneer for sympathy, and proceeded to "the cruellestwrong of all. "

"When I go into their kitchen to court Jacintha a bit, instead offinding a good supper there, which a man has a right to, courting acook, if I don't take one in my pocket, there is no supper, not tosay supper, for either her or me. I don't call a salad and a bit ofcheese-rind--SUPPER. Beggars in silk and satin! Every sou they have goeson to their backs, instead of into their bellies. "

"I have heard their income is much reduced, " said Edouard gently. 

"Income! I would not change with them if they'd throw me in half apancake a day. I tell you they are the poorest family for leagues round;not that they need be quite so starved, if they could swallow a littleof their pride. But no, they must have china and plate and fine linenat dinner; so their fine plates are always bare, and their silvertrays empty. Ask the butcher, if you don't believe ME. Just you ask himwhether he does not go three times to the smallest shopkeeper, for oncehe goes to Beaurepaire. Their tenants send them a little meal and eggs, and now and then a hen; and their great garden is chock full of fruitand vegetables, and Jacintha makes me dig in it gratis; and so theymuddle on. But, bless your heart, coffee! they can't afford it; so theyroast a lot of horse-beans that cost nothing, and grind them, and serveup the liquor in a silver coffee-pot, on a silver salver. Haw, haw, haw!"

"Is it possible? reduced to this?" said Edouard gravely. 

"Don't you be so weak as to pity them, " cried the remorseless plebeian. "Why don't they melt their silver into soup, and cut down their plateinto rashers of bacon? why not sell the superfluous, and buy theneedful, which it is grub? And, above all, why don't they let their oldtumble-down palace to some rich grocer, and that accursed garden alongwith it, where I sweat gratis, and live small and comfortable, and payhonest men for their little odd jobs, and"--

Here Riviere interrupted him, and asked if it was really true about thebeans. 

"True?" said Dard, "why, I have seen Rose doing it for the old woman'sbreakfast: it was Rose invented the move. A girl of nineteen beginningalready to deceive the world! But they are all tarred with the samestick. Down with the aristocrats!"

"Dard, " said Riviere, "you are a brute. "

"Me, citizen?" inquired Dard with every appearance of genuine surprise. 

Edouard Riviere rose from his seat in great excitement. Dard's abuse ofthe family he was lately so bitter against had turned him right round. He pitied the very baroness herself, and forgave her declining hisvisit. 

"Be silent, " said he, "for shame! There is such a thing as noblepoverty; and you have described it. I might have disdained these peoplein their prosperity, but I revere them in their affliction. And I'lltell you what, don't you ever dare to speak slightly of them again in mypresence, or"--

He did not conclude his threat, for just then he observed that astrapping girl, with a basket at her feet, was standing against thecorner of the Auberge, in a mighty careless attitude, but doing nothing, so most likely listening with all her ears and soul. Dard, however, didnot see her, his back being turned to her as he sat; so he replied athis ease, --

"I consent, " said he very coolly: "that is your affair; but permit me, "and here he clenched his teeth at remembrance of his wrongs, "to saythat I will no more be a scullery man without wages to these high-mindedstarvelings, these illustrious beggars. " Then he heated himself red-hot. "I will not even be their galley slave. Next, I have done my last littleodd job in this world, " yelled the now infuriated factotum, bouncingup to his feet in brief fury. "Of two things one: either Jacintha quitsthose aristos, or I leave Jacin--eh?--ah!--oh!--ahem! How--'ow d'ye do, Jacintha?" And his roar ended in a whine, as when a dog runs barkingout, and receives in full career a cut from his master's whip, hisgenerous rage turns to whimper with ludicrous abruptness. "I was justtalking of you, Jacintha, " quavered Dard in conclusion. 

"I heard you, Dard, " replied Jacintha slowly, softly, grimly. 

Dard withered. 

It was a lusty young woman, with a comely peasant face somewhatfreckled, and a pair of large black eyes surmounted by coal-black brows. She stood in a bold attitude, her massive but well-formed arms folded sothat the pressure of each against the other made them seem gigantic, andher cheek red with anger, and her eyes glistening like basilisks uponcitizen Dard. She looked so grand, with her lowering black brows, thateven Riviere felt a little uneasy. As for Jacintha, she was evidentlybrooding with more ire than she chose to utter before a stranger. Shejust slowly unclasped her arms, and, keeping her eye fixed on Dard, pointed with a domineering gesture towards Beaurepaire. Then the doughtyDard seemed no longer master of his limbs: he rose slowly, with his eyesfastened to hers, and was moving off like an ill-oiled automaton in thedirection indicated; but at that a suppressed snigger began to shakeRiviere's whole body till it bobbed up and down on the seat. Dard turnedto him for sympathy. 

"There, citizen, " he cried, "do you see that imperious gesture? Thatmeans you promised to dig in the aristocrat's garden this afternoon, so march! Here, then, is one that has gained nothing by kings being putdown, for I am ruled with a mopstick of iron. Thank your stars, citizen, that you are not in may place. "

"Dard, " retorted Jacintha, "if you don't like your place, I'd quit it. There are two or three young men down in the village will be glad totake it. "

"I won't give them the chance, the vile egotists!" cried Dard. And hereturned to the chateau and little odd jobs. 

Jacintha hung behind, lowered her eyes, put on a very deferentialmanner, and thanked Edouard for the kind sentiments he had uttered; butat the same time she took the liberty to warn him against believing theextravagant stories Dard had been telling about her mistress's poverty. She said the simple fact was that the baron had contracted debts, andthe baroness, being the soul of honor, was living in great economy topay them off. Then, as to Dard getting no supper up at Beaurepaire, acomplaint that appeared to sting her particularly, she assured him shewas alone to blame: the baroness would be very angry if she knew it. "But, " said she, "Dard is an egotist. Perhaps you may have noticed thattrait in him. "

"Glimpses of it, " replied Riviere, laughing. 

"Monsieur, he is so egotistic that he has not a friend in the worldbut me. I forgive him, because I know the reason; he has never had aheadache or a heartache in his life. "

Edouard, aged twenty, and a male, did not comprehend this piece offeminine logic one bit: and, while he puzzled over it in silence, Jacintha went on to say that if she were to fill her egotist's paunch, she should never know whether he came to Beaurepaire for her, orhimself. "Now, Dard, " she added, "is no beauty, monsieur; why, he isthree inches shorter than I am. "

"You are joking! he looks a foot, " said Edouard. 

"He is no scholar neither, and I have had to wipe up many a sneer andmany a sarcasm on his account; but up to now I have always been ableto reply that this five feet one of egotism loves me sincerely; and themoment I doubt this, I give him the sack, --poor little fellow!"

"In a word, " said Riviere, a little impatiently, "the family atBeaurepaire are not in such straits as he pretends?"

"Monsieur, do I look like one starved?"

"By Jove, no! by Ceres, I mean. "

"Are my young mistresses wan, and thin?"

"Treason! blasphemy! ah, no! By Venus and Hebe, no!"

Jacintha smiled at this enthusiastic denial, and also because her sex isapt to smile when words are used they do not understand. 

"Dard is a fool, " suggested Riviere, by way of general solution. Headded, "And yet, do you know I wish every word he said had been true. "(Jacintha's eyes expressed some astonishment. ) "Because then you and Iwould have concerted means to do them kindnesses, secretly; for I seeyou are no ordinary servant; you love your young mistresses. Do younot?"

These simple words seemed to touch a grander chord in Jacintha's nature. 

"Love them?" said she, clasping her hands; "ah, sir, do not be offended;but, believe me, it is no small thing to serve an old, old family. Mygrandfather lived and died with them; my father was their gamekeeper, and fed to his last from off the poor baron's plate (and now they havekilled him, poor man); my mother died in the house and was buried inthe sacred ground near the family chapel. They put an inscription on hertomb praising her fidelity and probity. Do you think these things do notsink into the heart of the poor?--praise on her tomb, and not a word ontheir own, but just the name, and when each was born and died, you know. Ah! the pride of the mean is dirt; but the pride of the noble is gold. "

"For, look you, among parvenues I should be a servant, and nothing more;in this proud family I am a humble friend; of course they are not alwaysgossiping with me like vulgar masters and mistresses; if they did, Ishould neither respect nor love them; but they all smile on me wheneverI come into the room, even the baroness herself. I belong to them, andthey belong to me, by ties without number, by the many kind words inmany troubles, by the one roof that sheltered us a hundred years, andthe grave where our bones lie together till the day of judgment. "*

 * The French peasant often thinks half a sentence, and utters the other half aloud, and so breaks air in the middle of a thought. Probably Jacintha's whole thought, if we had the means of knowing it, would have run like this--"Besides, I have another reason: I could not be so comfortable myself elsewhere--for, look you"--

Jacintha clasped her hands, and her black eyes shone out warm throughthe dew. Riviere's glistened too. 

"That is well said, " he cried; "it is nobly said: yet, after all, theseare ties that owe their force to the souls they bind. How often havesuch bonds round human hearts proved ropes of sand! They grapple YOUlike hooks of steel; because you are steel yourself to the backbone. Iadmire you, Jacintha. Such women as you have a great mission in Francejust now. "

Jacintha shook her head incredulously. "What can we poor women do?"

"Bring forth heroes, " cried Publicola with fervor. "Be the mothers ofgreat men, the Catos and the Gracchi of the future!"

Jacintha smiled. She did not know the Gracchi nor their politics; butthe name rang well. "Gracchi!" Aristocrats, no doubt. "That would be toomuch honor, " replied she modestly. "At present, I must say adieu!" andshe moved off an inch at a time, in an uncertain hesitating manner, notvery difficult to read; but Riviere, you must know, had more than onceduring this interview begged her to sit down, and in vain; she hadalways thanked him, but said she had not a moment to stay. So he made noeffort to detain her now. The consequence was--she came slowly backof her own accord, and sat down in a corner of the porch, where nobodycould see her, and then she sighed deeply. 

"What is the matter now?" said Edouard, opening his eyes. 

She looked at him point-blank for one moment; and her scale turned. 

"Monsieur, " said she timidly, "you have a good face, and a good heart. All I told you was--give me your honor not to betray us. "

"I swear it, " said Edouard, a little pompously. 

"Then--Dard was not so far from the truth; it was but a guess of his, for I never trusted my own sweetheart as I now trust a stranger. But tosee what I see every day, and have no one I dare breathe a word to, oh, it is very hard! But on what a thread things turn! If any one had toldme an hour ago it was you I should open my heart to! It's not economy:it's not stinginess; they are not paying off their debts. They nevercan. The baroness and the Demoiselles de Beaurepaire--are paupers. "

"Paupers, Jacintha?"

"Ay, paupers! their debts are greater than their means. They live hereby sufferance. They have only their old clothes to wear. They havehardly enough to eat. Just now our cow is in full milk, you know; sothat is a great help: but, when she goes dry, Heaven knows what we shalldo; for I don't. But that is not the worst; better a light meal than abroken heart. Your precious government offers the chateau for sale. They might as well send for the guillotine at once, and cut off all ourheads. You don't know my mistress as I do. Ah, butchers, you will dragnothing out of that but her corpse. And is it come to this? the greatold family to be turned adrift like beggars. My poor mistress! my prettydemoiselles that I played with and nursed ever since I was a child! (Iwas just six when Josephine was born) and that I shall love with my lastbreath"--

She could say no more, but choked by the strong feeling so long pent upin her own bosom, fell to sobbing hysterically, and trembling like onein an ague. 

The statesman, who had passed all his short life at school and college, was frightened, and took hold of her and pulled her, and cried, "Oh! don't, Jacintha; you will kill yourself, you will die; this isfrightful: help here! help!" Jacintha put her hand to his mouth, and, without leaving off her hysterics, gasped out, "Ah! don't expose me. "So then he didn't know what to do; but he seized a tumbler and filledit with wine, and forced it between her lips. All she did was to bite apiece out of the glass as clean as if a diamond had cut it. This didher a world of good: destruction of sacred household property gave heranother turn. "There, I've broke your glass now, " she cried, with amarvellous change of tone; and she came-to and cried quietly like areasonable person, with her apron to her eyes. 

When Edouard saw she was better, he took her hand and said proudly, "Secret for secret. I choose this moment to confide to you that I loveMademoiselle Rose de Beaurepaire. Love her? I did love her; but now youtell me she is poor and in distress, I adore her. " The effect of thisdeclaration on Jacintha was magical, comical. Her apron came down fromone eye, and that eye dried itself and sparkled with curiosity: thewhole countenance speedily followed suit and beamed with sacred joy. What! an interesting love affair confided to her all in a moment! Shelowered her voice to a whisper directly. "Why, how did you manage? Shenever goes into company. "

"No; but she goes to church. Besides, I have met her eleven times outwalking with her sister, and twice out of the eleven she smiled on me. O Jacintha! a smile such as angels smile; a smile to warm the heart andpurify the soul and last forever in the mind. "

"Well, they say 'man is fire and woman tow:' but this beats all. Ha!ha!"

"Oh! do not jest. I did not laugh at you. Jacintha, it is no laughingmatter; I revere her as mortals revere the saints; I love her so thatwere I ever to lose all hope of her I would not live a day. And now thatyou have told me she is poor and in sorrow, and I think of her walkingso calm and gentle--always in black, Jacintha, --and her low courtesy tome whenever we met, and her sweet smile to me though her heart must besad, oh! my heart yearns for her. What can I do for her? How shall Isurround her with myself unseen--make her feel that a man's love waitsupon her feet every step she takes--that a man's love floats in the airround that lovely head?" Then descending to earth for a moment, "but Isay, you promise not to betray me; come, secret for secret. "

"I will not tell a soul; on the honor of a woman, " said Jacintha. 

The form of protestation was quite new to Edouard, and not exactly theone his study of the ancient writers would have led him to select. Butthe tone was convincing: he trusted her. They parted sworn allies; and, at the very moment of parting, Jacintha, who had cast many a furtiveglance at the dead game, told Edouard demurely, Mademoiselle Rose wasvery fond of roast partridge. On this he made her take the whole bag;and went home on wings. Jacintha's revelation roused all that was nobleand forgiving in him. His understanding and his heart expanded from thathour, and his fancy spread its pinions to the sun of love. Ah! generousYouth, let who will betray thee; let who will sneer at thee; let me, though young no longer, smile on thee and joy in thee! She he loved wassad, was poor, was menaced by many ills; then she needed a champion. Hewould be her unseen friend, her guardian angel. A hundred wild schemeswhirled in his beating heart and brain. He could not go in-doors, indeed, no room could contain him: he made for a green lane he knew atthe back of the village, and there he walked up and down for hours. The sun set, and the night came, and the stars glittered; but still hewalked alone, inspired, exalted, full of generous and loving schemes: ofsweet and tender fancies: a heart on fire; and youth the fuel, and theflame vestal. 

CHAPTER III. 

This very day was the anniversary of the baron's death. 

The baroness kept her room all the morning, and took no nourishment butone cup of spurious coffee Rose brought her. Towards evening she camedown-stairs. In the hall she found two chaplets of flowers; they werealways placed there for her on this sad day. She took them in her hand, and went into the little oratory that was in the park; there she foundtwo wax candles burning, and two fresh chaplets hung up. Her daughtershad been there before her. 

She knelt and prayed many hours for her husband's soul; then she roseand hung up one chaplet and came slowly away with the other in her hand. At the gate of the park, Josephine met her with tender anxiety in hersapphire eyes, and wreathed her arms round her, and whispered, "But youhave your children still. "

The baroness kissed her and they came towards the house together, thebaroness leaning gently on her daughter's elbow. 

Between the park and the angle of the chateau was a small plot of turfcalled at Beaurepaire the Pleasance, a name that had descendedalong with other traditions; and in the centre of this Pleasance, or Pleasaunce, stood a wonderful oak-tree. Its circumference wasthirty-four feet. The baroness came to this ancient tree, and hung herchaplet on a mutilated limb called the "knights' bough. "

The sun was setting tranquil and red; a broad ruby streak lingered onthe deep green leaves of the prodigious oak. The baroness looked at itawhile in silence. 

Then she spoke slowly to it and said, "You were here before us: you willbe here when we are gone. "

A spasm crossed Josephine's face, but she said nothing at the time. Andso they went in together. 

Now as this tree was a feat of nature, and, above all, played a curiouspart in our story, I will ask you to stay a few minutes and look at it, while I say what was known about it; not the thousandth part of what itcould have told, if trees could speak as well as breathe. 

The baroness did not exaggerate; the tree was far older than even thisancient family. They possessed among other archives a manuscript writtenby a monk, a son of the house, about four hundred years before ourstory, and containing many of the oral traditions about this tree thathad come down to him from remote antiquity. According to this authority, the first Baron of Beaurepaire had pitched his tent under a fairoak-tree that stood prope rivum, near a brook. His grandson built asquare tower hard by, and dug a moat that enclosed both tree and tower, and received the waters of the brook aforesaid. 

At this time the tree seems only to have been remarked for its height. But, a century and a half before the monk wrote, it had become famous inall the district for its girth, and in the monk's own day had ceasedto grow; but not begun to decay. The mutilated arm I have mentionedwas once a long sturdy bough, worn smooth as velvet in one part froma curious cause: it ran about as high above the ground as a full-sizedhorse, and the knights and squires used to be forever vaulting uponit, the former in armor; the monk, when a boy, had seen them do it athousand times. This bough broke in two, A. D. 1617: but the mutilatedlimb was still called the knights' bough, nobody knew why. So do namessurvive their ideas. 

What had not this tree seen since first it came green and tender asa cabbage above the soil, and stood at the mercy of the first hare orrabbit that should choose to cut short its frail existence!

Since then eagles had perched on its crown, and wild boars fed withoutfear of man upon its acorns. Troubadours had sung beneath it to lordsand ladies seated round, or walking on the grass and commenting theminstrel's tales of love by exchange of amorous glances. Mediaevalsculptors had taken its leaves, and wisely trusting to nature, hadadorned churches with those leaves cut in stone. 

It had seen a Norman duke conquer England, and English kings invadeFrance and be crowned at Paris. It had seen a girl put knights to therout, and seen the warrior virgin burned by envious priests with commonconsent both of the curs she had defended and the curs she had defeated. 

Why, in its old age it had seen the rise of printing, and the first dawnof national civilization in Europe. It flourished and decayed in France;but it sprung in Gaul. And more remarkable still, though by all accountsit may see the world to an end, it was a tree in ancient history: itsold age awaits the millennium; its first youth belonged to that greattract of time which includes the birth of Christ, the building of Rome, and the siege of Troy. 

The tree had, ere this, mingled in the fortunes of the family. It hadsaved their lives and taken their lives. One lord of Beaurepaire, hotlypursued by his feudal enemies, made for the tree, and hid himself partlyby a great bough, partly by the thick screen of leaves. The foe dartedin, made sure he had taken to the house, ransacked it, and got into thecellar, where by good-luck was a store of Malvoisie: and so the oak andthe vine saved the quaking baron. Another lord of Beaurepaire, besiegedin his castle, was shot dead on the ramparts by a cross-bowman who hadsecreted himself unobserved in this tree a little before the dawn. 

A young heir of Beaurepaire, climbing for a raven's nest to the topof this tree, lost his footing and fell, and died at its foot: and hismother in her anguish bade them cut down the tree that had killed herboy. But the baron her husband refused, and spake in this wise: "ytte yseneugh that I lose mine sonne, I will nat alsoe lose mine Tre. " Inthe male you see the sober sentiment of the proprietor outweighed thetemporary irritation of the parent. Then the mother bought fifteen ellsof black velvet, and stretched a pall from the knights' bough across thewest side to another branch, and cursed the hand that should remove it, and she herself "wolde never passe the Tre neither going nor coming, butwent still about. " And when she died and should have been carried pastthe tree to the park, her dochter did cry from a window to the bearers, "Goe about! goe about!" and they went about, and all the company. And intime the velvet pall rotted, and was torn and driven away by the winds:and when the hand of Nature, and no human hand, had thus flouted anddispersed the trappings of the mother's grief, two pieces were picked upand preserved among the family relics: but the black velvet had turned arusty red. 

So the baroness did nothing new in this family when she hung her chapleton the knights' bough; and, in fact, on the west side, abouteighteen feet from the ground, there still mouldered one corner ofan Atchievement an heir of Beaurepaire had nailed there two centuriesbefore, when his predecessor died: "For, " said he, "the chateau is ofyesterday, but the tree has seen us all come and go. " The inside of theoak was hollow as a drum; and on its east side yawned a fissure ashigh as a man and as broad as a street-door. Dard used to wheel hiswheelbarrow into the tree at a trot, and there leave it. 

Yet in spite of excavation and mutilation not life only but vigordwelt in this wooden shell. The extreme ends of the longer boughs werefirewood, touchwood, and the crown was gone this many a year: but narrowthe circle a very little to where the indomitable trunk could stillshoot sap from its cruse deep in earth, and there on every side burstthe green foliage in its season countless as the sand. The leaves carvedcenturies ago from these very models, though cut in stone, were most ofthem mouldered, blunted, notched, deformed: but the delicate types cameback with every summer, perfect and lovely as when the tree was buttheir elder brother: and greener than ever: for, from what cause natureonly knows, the leaves were many shades richer than any other tree couldshow for a hundred miles round; a deep green, fiery, yet soft; and thentheir multitude--the staircases of foliage as you looked up the tree, and could scarce catch a glimpse of the sky. An inverted abyss of color, a mound, a dome, of flake emeralds that quivered in the golden air. 

And now the sun sets; the green leaves are black; the moon rises: hercold light shoots across one half that giant stem. 

How solemn and calm stands the great round tower of living wood, halfebony, half silver, with its mighty cloud above of flake jet leavestipped with frosty fire!

Now is the still hour to repeat in a whisper the words of the dame ofBeaurepaire, "You were here before us: you will be here when we aregone. "

We leave the hoary king of trees standing in the moonlight, calmlydefying time, and follow the creatures of a day; for, what they were, weare. 

A spacious saloon panelled; dead but showy white picked out sparinglywith gold. Festoons of fruits and flowers finely carved in wood on someof the panels. These also not smothered in gilding, but as it were goldspeckled here and there, like tongues of flame winding among insolublesnow. Ranged against the walls were sofas and chairs covered with richstuffs well worn. And in one little distant corner of the long rooma gray-haired gentleman and two young ladies sat round a small plaintable, on which burned a solitary candle; and a little way apart inthis candle's twilight an old lady sat in an easy-chair, thinking ofthe past, scarce daring to inquire the future. Josephine and Rose wereworking: not fancy-work but needle-work; Dr. Aubertin writing. Everynow and then he put the one candle nearer the girls. They raised noobjection: only a few minutes after a white hand would glide from oneor other of them like a serpent, and smoothly convey the light nearer tothe doctor's manuscript. 

"Is it not supper-time?" he inquired. "I have an inward monitor; and Ithink our dinner was more ethereal than usual. "

"Hush!" said Josephine, and looked uneasily towards her mother. "Wax isso dear. "

"Wax?--ah!--pardon me:" and the doctor returned hastily to his work. But Rose looked up and said, "I wonder Jacintha does not come; it iscertainly past the hour;" and she pried into the room as if sheexpected to see Jacintha on the road. But she saw in fact very little ofanything, for the spacious room was impenetrable to her eye; midway fromthe candle to the distant door its twilight deepened, and all becameshapeless and sombre. The prospect ended sharp and black, as in thoseout-o'-door closets imagined and painted by a certain great painter, whose Nature comes to a full stop as soon as he has no furthercommercial need of her, instead of melting by fine expanse and exquisitegradation into genuine distance, as nature does in Claude and in nature. To reverse the picture, if you stood at the door you looked across fortyfeet of black, and the little corner seemed on fire, and the fair headsabout the candle shone like the St. Cecilias and Madonnas in an antiquestained-glass window. 

At last the door opened, and another candle fired Jacintha's comelypeasant face in the doorway. She put down her candle outside the door, and started as crow flies for the other light. After glowing a moment inthe doorway she dived into the shadow and emerged into light againclose to the table with napkins on her arm. She removed the work-boxreverentially, the doctor's manuscript unceremoniously, and proceeded tolay a cloth: in which operation she looked at Rose a point-blank glanceof admiration: then she placed the napkins; and in this process sheagain cast a strange look of interest upon Rose. The young lady noticedit this time, and looked inquiringly at her in return, half expectingsome communication; but Jacintha lowered her eyes and bustled about thetable. Then Rose spoke to her with a sort of instinct of curiosity, onthe chance of drawing her out. 

"Supper is late to-night, is it not, Jacintha?"

"Yes, mademoiselle; I have had more cooking than usual, " and with thisshe delivered another point-blank look as before, and dived into thepalpable obscure, and came to light in the doorway. 

Her return was anxiously expected; for, if the truth must be told, they were very hungry. So rigorous was the economy in this decayed buthonorable house that the wax candles burned to-day in the oratory hadscrimped their dinner, unsubstantial as it was wont to be. Think ofthat, you in fustian jackets who grumble after meat. The door opened, Jacintha reappeared in the light of her candle a moment with a trayin both hands, and, approaching, was lost to view; but a strange andfragrant smell heralded her. All their eyes turned with curiositytowards the unwonted odor, and Jacintha dawned with three roastpartridges on a dish. 

They were wonder-struck, and looked from the birds to her in mutesurprise, that was not diminished by a certain cynical indifferenceshe put on. She avoided their eyes, and forcibly excluded from her faceeverything that could imply she did not serve up partridges to thisfamily every night of her life. 

"The supper is served, madame, " said she, with a respectful courtesyand a mechanical tone, and, plunging into the night, swam out at her owncandle, shut the door, and, unlocking her face that moment, burst outradiant, and so to the kitchen, and, with a tear in her eye, set-to andpolished all the copper stewpans with a vigor and expedition unknown tothe new-fangled domestic. 

"Partridges, mamma! What next?"

"Pheasants, I hope, " cried the doctor, gayly. "And after them hares; toconclude with royal venison. Permit me, ladies. " And he set himself tocarve with zeal. 

Now nature is nature, and two pair of violet eyes brightened and dwelton the fragrant and delicate food with demure desire; for all that, when Aubertin offered Josephine a wing, she declined it. "No partridge?"cried the savant, in utter amazement. 

"Not to-day, dear friend; it is not a feast day to-day. "

"Ah! no; what was I thinking of?"

"But you are not to be deprived, " put in Josephine, anxiously. "We willnot deny ourselves the pleasure of seeing you eat some. "

"What!" remonstrated Aubertin, "am I not one of you?"

The baroness had attended to every word of this. She rose from herchair, and said quietly, "Both you and he and Rose will be so good as tolet me see you eat. "

"But, mamma, " remonstrated Josephine and Rose in one breath. 

"Je le veux, " was the cold reply. 

These were words the baroness uttered so seldom that they were littlelikely to be disputed. 

The doctor carved and helped the young ladies and himself. 

When they had all eaten a little, a discussion was observed to be goingon between Rose and her sister. At last Aubertin caught these words, "Itwill be in vain; even you have not influence enough for that, Rose. "

"We shall see, " was the reply, and Rose put the wing of a partridge on aplate and rose calmly from her chair. She took the plate and put it ona little work-table by her mother's side. The others pretended to be allmouths, but they were all ears. The baroness looked in Rose's facewith an air of wonder that was not very encouraging. Then, as Rose saidnothing, she raised her aristocratic hand with a courteous but decidedgesture of refusal. 

Undaunted Rose laid her palm softly on the baroness's shoulder, and saidto her as firmly as the baroness herself had just spoken, --

"Il le veut. "

The baroness was staggered. Then she looked with moist eyes at the fairyoung face, then she reflected. At last she said, with an exquisitemixture of politeness and affection, "It is his daughter who has told me'Il le veut. ' I obey. "

Rose returning like a victorious knight from the lists, saucilyexultant, and with only one wet eyelash, was solemnly kissed and pettedby Josephine and the doctor. 

Thus they loved one another in this great, old, falling house. Theirfamiliarity had no coarse side; a form, not of custom but affection, itwent hand-in-hand with courtesy by day and night. 

The love of the daughters for their mother had all the tenderness, subtlety, and unselfishness of womanly natures, together with a certaincharacteristic of the female character. And whither that one defectled them, and by what gradations, it may be worth the reader's while toobserve. 

The baroness retired to rest early; and she was no sooner gone thanJosephine leaned over to Rose, and told her what their mother hadsaid to the oak-tree. Rose heard this with anxiety; hitherto they hadcarefully concealed from their mother that the government claimed theright of selling the chateau to pay the creditors, etc. ; and now bothsisters feared the old lady had discovered it somehow, or why thatstrange thing she had said to the oak-tree? But Dr. Aubertin caughttheir remarks, and laid down his immortal MS. On French insects, toexpress his hope that they were putting a forced interpretation on thebaroness's words. 

"I think, " said he, "she merely meant how short-lived are we allcompared with this ancient oak. I should be very sorry to adopt theother interpretation; for if she knows she can at any moment be expelledfrom Beaurepaire, it will be almost as bad for her as the calamityitself; THAT, I think, would kill her. "

"Why so?" said Rose, eagerly. "What is this house or that? Mamma willstill have her daughters' love, go where she will. "

Aubertin replied, "It is idle to deceive ourselves; at her age men andwomen hang to life by their habits; take her away from her chateau, fromthe little oratory where she prays every day for the departed, from herplace in the sun on the south terrace, and from all the memories thatsurround her here; she would soon pine, and die. "

Here the savant seeing a hobby-horse near, caught him and jumped on. Helaunched into a treatise upon the vitality of human beings, and provedthat it is the mind which keeps the body of a man alive for so great alength of time as fourscore years; for that he had in the earlier partof his studies carefully dissected a multitude of animals, --frogs, rabbits, dogs, men, horses, sheep, squirrels, foxes, cats, etc. , --anddiscovered no peculiarity in man's organs to account for his singularlongevity, except in the brain or organ of mind. Thence he went tothe longevity of men with contented minds, and the rapid decay of thecareworn. Finally he succeeded in convincing them the baroness was soconstituted, physically and mentally, that she would never move fromBeaurepaire except into her grave. However, having thus terrified them, he proceeded to console them. "You have a friend, " said he, "a powerfulfriend; and here in my pocket--somewhere--is a letter that proves it. "

The letter was from Mr. Perrin the notary. It appeared by it that Dr. Aubertin had reminded the said Perrin of his obligations to the latebaron, and entreated him to use all his influence to keep the estate inthis ancient family. 

Perrin had replied at first in a few civil lines; but his present letterwas a long and friendly one. It made both the daughters of Beaurepaireshudder at the peril they had so narrowly escaped. For by it they nowlearned for the first time that one Jaques Bonard, a small farmer, to whom they owed but five thousand francs, had gone to the mayor andinsisted, as he had a perfect right, on the estate being put up topublic auction. This had come to Perrin's ears just in time, and he hadinstantly bought Bonard's debt, and stopped the auction; not, however, before the very bills were printed; for which he, Perrin, had paid, andnow forwarded the receipt. He concluded by saying that the governmentagent was personally inert, and would never move a step in the matterunless driven by a creditor. 

"But we have so many, " said Rose in dismay. "We are not safe a day. "

Aubertin assured her the danger was only in appearance. "Your largecreditors are men of property, and such men let their funds lie unlesscompelled to move them. The small mortgagee, the petty miser, who has, perhaps, no investment to watch but one small loan, about which he isas anxious and as noisy as a hen with one chicken, he is the clamorouscreditor, the harsh little egoist, who for fear of risking a crown piecewould bring the Garden of Eden to the hammer. Now we are rid ofthat little wretch, Bonard, and have Perrin on our side; so there isliterally nothing to fear. "

The sisters thanked him warmly, and Rose shared his hopes; and said so;but Josephine was silent and thoughtful. Nothing more worth recordingpassed that night. But the next day was the first of May, Josephine'sbirthday. 

Now they always celebrated this day as well as they could; and used toplant a tree, for one thing. Dard, well spurred by Jacintha, had gota little acacia; and they were all out in the Pleasaunce to plant it. Unhappily, they were a preposterous time making up their feminine mindswhere to have it set; so Dard turned rusty and said the park was thebest place for it. There it could do no harm, stick it where you would. 

"And who told you to put in your word?" inquired Jacintha. "You're hereto dig the hole where mademoiselle chooses; not to argufy. "

Josephine whispered Rose, "I admire the energy of her character. Couldshe be induced to order once for all where the poor thing is to beplanted?"

"Then where WILL you have it, mademoiselle?" asked Dard, sulkily. 

"Here, I think, Dard, " said Josephine sweetly. 

Dard grinned malignantly, and drove in his spade. "It will never be muchbigger than a stinging nettle, " thought he, "for the roots of the oakhave sucked every atom of heart out of this. " His black soul exultedsecretly. 

Jacintha stood by Dard, inspecting his work; the sisters intertwined, a few feet from him. The baroness turned aside, and went to look for amoment at the chaplet she had placed yesterday on the oak-tree bough. Presently she uttered a slight ejaculation; and her daughters looked updirectly. 

"Come here, children, " said she. They glided to her in a moment; andfound her eyes fixed upon an object that lay on the knights' bough. 

It was a sparkling purse. 

I dare say you have noticed that the bark on the boughs of these veryancient trees is as deeply furrowed as the very stem of an oak tree thatboasts but a few centuries; and in one of these deep furrows lay a greensilk purse with gold coins glittering through the glossy meshes. 

Josephine and Rose eyed it a moment like startled deer; then Rosepounced on it. "Oh, how heavy!" she cried. This brought up Dard andJacintha, in time to see Rose pour ten shining gold pieces out of thepurse into her pink-white palm, while her face flushed and her eyesglittered with excitement. Jacintha gave a scream of joy; "Our luck isturned, " she cried, superstitiously. Meanwhile, Josephine had found aslip of paper close to the purse. She opened it with nimble fingers;it contained one line in a hand like that of a copying clerk: FROM AFRIEND: IN PART PAYMENT OF A GREAT DEBT. 

Keen, piquant curiosity now took the place of surprise. Who could itbe? The baroness's suspicion fell at once on Dr. Aubertin. But Rosemaintained he had not ten gold pieces in the world. The baronessappealed to Josephine. She only blushed in an extraordinary way, andsaid nothing. They puzzled, and puzzled, and were as much in the dark asever, when lo! one of the suspected parties delivered himself intothe hands of justice with ludicrous simplicity. It happened to be Dr. Aubertin's hour of out-a-door study; and he came mooning along, buriedin a book, and walked slowly into the group--started, made a slightapology, and was mooning off, lost in his book again. Then thebaroness, who had eyed him with grim suspicion all the time, said withwell-affected nonchalance, "Doctor, you dropped your purse; we have justpicked it up. " And she handed it to him. "Thank you, madame, " said he, and took it quietly without looking at it, put it in his pocket, and retired, with his soul in his book. They stared comically at oneanother, and at this cool hand. "It's no more his than it's mine, " saidJacintha, bluntly. Rose darted after the absorbed student, and tookhim captive. "Now, doctor, " she cried, "be pleased to come out of theclouds. " And with the word she whipped the purse out of his coat pocket, and holding it right up before his eye, insisted on his telling herwhether that was his purse or not, money and all. Thus adjured, hedisowned the property mighty coolly, for a retired physician, who hadjust pocketed it. 

"No, my dear, " said he; "and, now I think of it, I have not carried apurse this twenty years. "

The baroness, as a last resource, appealed to his honor whether he hadnot left a purse and paper on the knights' bough. The question had to beexplained by Josephine, and then the doctor surprised them all by beingrather affronted--for once in his life. 

"Baroness, " said he, "I have been your friend and pensioner nearlytwenty years; if by some strange chance money were to come into myhands, I should not play you a childish trick like this. What! have Inot the right to come to you, and say, 'My old friend, here I bring youback a very small part of all I owe you?'"

"What geese we are, " remarked Rose. "Dear doctor, YOU tell us who itis. "

Dr. Aubertin reflected a single moment; then said he could make a shrewdguess. 

"Who? who? who?" cried the whole party. 

"Perrin the notary. "

It was the baroness's turn to be surprised; for there was nothingromantic about Perrin the notary. Aubertin, however, let her know thathe was in private communication with the said Perrin, and this was notthe first friendly act the good notary had done her in secret. 

While he was converting the baroness to his view, Josephine and Roseexchanged a signal, and slipped away round an angle of the chateau. 

"Who is it?" said Rose. 

"It is some one who has a delicate mind. "

"Clearly, and therefore not a notary. "

"Rose, dear, might it not be some person who has done us some wrong, andis perhaps penitent?"

"Certainly; one of our tenants, or creditors, you mean; but then, thepaper says 'a friend. ' Stay, it says a debtor. Why a debtor? Down withenigmas!"

"Rose, love, " said Josephine, coaxingly, "think of some one thatmight--since it is not the doctor, nor Monsieur Perrin, might it notbe--for after all, he would naturally be ashamed to appear before me. "

"Before you? Who do you mean?" asked Rose nervously, catching a glimpsenow. 

"He who once pretended to love me. "

"Josephine, you love that man still. "

"No, no. Spare me!"

"You love him just the same as ever. Oh, it is wonderful; it isterrible; the power he has over you; over your judgment as well as yourheart. "

"No! for I believe he has forgotten my very name; don't you think so?"

"Dear Josephine, can you doubt it? Come, you do doubt it. "

"Sometimes. "

"But why? for what reason?"

"Because of what he said to me as we parted at that gate; the words andthe voice seem still to ring like truth across the weary years. He said, 'I am to join the army of the Pyrenees, so fatal to our troops; but sayto me what you never yet have said, Camille, I love you: and I swearI will come back alive. ' So then I said to him, 'I love you, '--and henever came back. "

"How could he come here? a deserter, a traitor!"

"It is not true; it is not in his nature; inconstancy may be. Tell methat he never really loved me, and I will believe you; but not that heis a traitor. Let me weep over my past love, not blush for it. "

"Past? You love him to-day as you did three years ago. "

"No, " said Josephine, "no; I love no one. I never shall love any oneagain. "

"But him. It is that love which turns your heart against others. Oh, yes, you love him, dearest, or why should you fancy our secretbenefactor COULD be that Camille?"

"Why? Because I was mad: because it is impossible; but I see my folly. Iam going in. "

"What! don't you care to know who I think it was, perhaps?"

"No, " said Josephine sadly and doggedly; she added with coldnonchalance, "I dare say time will show. " And she went slowly in, herhand to her head. 

"Her birthday!" sighed Rose. 

The donor, whoever he was, little knew the pain he was inflicting onthis distressed but proud family, or the hard battle that ensuedbetween their necessities and their delicacy. The ten gold pieces werea perpetual temptation: a daily conflict. The words that accompanied thedonation offered a bait. Their pride and dignity declined it; but thesebright bits of gold cost them many a sharp pang. You must know thatJosephine and Rose had worn out their mourning by this time; and wereobliged to have recourse to gayer materials that lay in their greatwardrobes, and were older, but less worn. A few of these gold pieceswould have enabled the poor girls to be neat, and yet to mourn theirfather openly. And it went through and through those tender, simplehearts, to think that they must be disunited, even in so small a thingas dress; that while their mother remained in her weeds, they must seemno longer to share her woe. 

The baroness knew their feeling, and felt its piety, and yet could notbow her dignity to say, "Take five of these bits of gold, and let usall look what we are--one. " Yet in this, as in everything else, theysupported each other. They resisted, they struggled, and with a wrenchthey conquered day by day. At last, by general consent, Josephine lockedup the tempter, and they looked at it no more. But the little bit ofpaper met a kinder fate. Rose made a little frame for it, and it waskept in a drawer, in the salon: and often looked at and blessed. Justwhen they despaired of human friendship, this paper with the sacredword "friend" written on it, had fallen all in a moment on their achinghearts. 

They could not tell whence it came, this blessed word. 

But men dispute whence comes the dew?

Then let us go with the poets, who say it comes from heaven. 

And even so that sweet word, friend, dropped like the dew from heaven onthese afflicted ones. 

So they locked the potent gold away from themselves, and took the kindslip of paper to their hearts. 

The others left off guessing: Aubertin had it all his own way: he upheldPerrin as their silent benefactor, and bade them all observe that theworthy notary had never visited the chateau openly since the day thepurse was left there. "Guilty conscience, " said Aubertin dryly. 

One day in his walks he met a gaunt figure ambling on a fat pony: hestopped him, and, holding up his finger, said abruptly, "We have foundyou out, Maitre Perrin. "

The notary changed color. 

"Oh, never be ashamed, " said Aubertin; "a good action done slyly is nonethe less a good action. "

The notary wore a puzzled air. 

Aubertin admired his histrionic powers in calling up this look. 

"Come, come, don't overdo it, " said he. "Well, well; they cannot profitby your liberality; but you will be rewarded in a better world, take myword for that. "

The notary muttered indistinctly. He was a man of moderate desires;would have been quite content if there had been no other world inperspective. He had studied this one, and made it pay: did not desire abetter; sometimes feared a worse. 

"Ah!" said Aubertin, "I see how it is; we do not like to hear ourselvespraised, do we? When shall we see you at the chateau?"

"I propose to call on the baroness the moment I have good news tobring, " replied Perrin; and to avoid any more compliments spurred thedun pony suddenly; and he waddled away. 

Now this Perrin was at that moment on the way to dine with a characterwho plays a considerable part in the tale--Commandant Raynal. Perrin hadmade himself useful to the commandant, and had become his legal adviser. And, this very day after dinner, the commandant having done a good day'swork permitted himself a little sentiment over the bottle, and to a manhe thought his friend. He let out that he had a heap of money he did notknow what to do with, and almost hated it now his mother was gone andcould not share it. 

The man of law consoled him with oleaginous phrases: told him he verymuch underrated the power of money. His hoard, directed by a judiciousadviser, would make him a landed proprietor, and the husband of someyoung lady, all beauty, virtue, and accomplishment, whose soothinginfluence would soon heal the sorrow caused by an excess of filialsentiment. 

"Halt!" shouted Raynal: "say that again in half the words. "

Perrin was nettled, for he prided himself on his colloquial style. 

"You can buy a fine estate and a chaste wife with the money, " snappedthis smooth personage, substituting curt brutality for honeyedprolixity. 

The soldier was struck by the propositions the moment they flew at himsmall and solid, like bullets. 

"I've no time, " said he, "to be running after women. But the estate I'llcertainly have, because you can get that for me without my troubling myhead. "

"Is it a commission, then?" asked the other sharply. 

"Of course. Do you think I speak for the sake of talking?"

And so Perrin received formal instructions to look out for a landedestate; and he was to receive a handsome commission as agent. 

Now to settle this affair, and pocket a handsome percentage for himself, he had only to say "Beaurepaire. "

Well, he didn't. Never mentioned the place; nor the fact that it was forsale. 

Such are all our agents, when rival speculators. Mind that. Still itis a terrible thing to be so completely in the power of any man of theworld, as from this hour Beaurepaire was in the power of Perrin thenotary. 

CHAPTER IV. 

Edouard Riviere was unhappy. She never came out now. This alone made thedays dark to him. And then he began to fear it was him she shunned. Shemust have seen him lie in wait for her; and so she would come out nomore. He prowled about and contrived to fall in with Jacintha; he toldher his grief. She assured him the simple fact was their mourning wasworn out, and they were ashamed to go abroad in colors. This revelationmade his heart yearn still more. 

"O Jacintha, " said he, "if I could only make a beginning; but here wemight live a century in the same parish, and not one chance for a poorwretch to make acquaintance. "

Jacintha admitted this, and said gentlefolks were to be pitied. "Why, ifit was the likes of me, you and I should have made friends long beforenow. "

Jacintha herself was puzzled what to do; she would have told Rose if shehad felt sure it would be well received; but she could not find out thatthe young lady had even noticed the existence of Edouard. But her brainworked, and lay in wait for an opportunity. 

One came sooner than she expected. One morning at about six o'clock, asshe came home from milking the cow, she caught sight of young Rivieretrying to open the iron gate. "What is up now?" thought she; suddenlythe truth flashed upon her, clear as day. She put her pail down andstole upon him. "You want to leave us another purse, " said she. Hecolored all over and panted. 

"How did you know? how could you know? you won't betray me? you won't beso cruel? you promised. "

"Me betray you, " said Jacintha; "why, I'll help you; and then they willbe able to buy mourning, you know, and then they will come out, and giveyou a chance. You can't open that gate, for it's locked. But you comeround to the lane, and I'll get you the key; it is hanging up in thekitchen. "

The key was in her pocket. But the sly jade wanted him away from thatgate; it commanded a view of the Pleasaunce. He was no sooner safe inthe lane, than she tore up-stairs to her young ladies, and asked themwith affected calm whether they would like to know who left the purse. 

"Oh, yes, yes!" screamed Rose. 

"Then come with me. You ARE dressed; never mind your bonnets, or youwill be too late. "

Questions poured on her; but she waived all explanation, and did notgive them time to think, or Josephine, for one, she knew would raiseobjections. She led the way to the Pleasaunce, and, when she got to theancestral oak, she said hurriedly, "Now, mesdemoiselles, hide in there, and as still as mice. You'll soon know who leaves the purses. "

With this she scudded to the lane, and gave Edouard the key. "Looksharp, " said she, "before they get up; it's almost their dressing time. "

"YOU'LL SOON KNOW WHO LEAVES THE PURSES!"

Curiosity, delicious curiosity, thrilled our two daughters of Eve. 

This soon began to alternate with chill misgivings at the novelty of thesituation. 

"She is not coming back, " said Josephine ruefully. 

"No, " said Rose, "and suppose when we pounce out on him, it should be astranger. "

"Pounce on him? surely we are not to do that?"

"Oh, y-yes; that is the p-p-programme, " quavered Rose. 

A key grated, and the iron gate creaked on its hinges. They ran togetherand pinched one another for mutual support, but did not dare to speak. 

Presently a man's shadow came slap into the tree. They crouched andquivered, and expected to be caught instead of catching, and wishedthemselves safe back in bed, and all this a nightmare, and no worse. 

At last they recovered themselves enough to observe that this shadow, one half of which lay on the ground, while the head and shoulders went alittle way up the wall of the tree, represented a man's profile, not hisfront face. The figure, in short, was standing between them and the sun, and was contemplating the chateau, not the tree. 

The shadow took off its hat to Josephine, in the tree. Then would shehave screamed if she had not bitten her white hand instead, and made ared mark thereon. 

It wiped its brow with a handkerchief; it had walked fast, poor thing!The next moment it was away. 

They looked at one another and panted. They scarcely dared do it before. Then Rose, with one hand on her heaving bosom, shook her little whitefist viciously at where the figure must be, and perhaps a comicaldesire of vengeance stimulated her curiosity. She now glided through thefissure like a cautious panther from her den; and noiseless and suppleas a serpent began to wind slowly round the tree. She soon came to agreat protuberance in the tree, and twining and peering round it withdiamond eye, she saw a very young, very handsome gentleman, stealing ontiptoe to the nearest flower-bed. Then she saw him take a purse out ofhis bosom, and drop it on the bed. This done, he came slowly past thetree again, and was even heard to vent a little innocent chuckle ofintense satisfaction: but of brief duration; for, when Rose saw thepurse leave his hand, she made a rapid signal to Josephine to wheelround the other side of the tree, and, starting together with admirableconcert, both the daughters of Beaurepaire glided into sight with a vastappearance of composure. 

Two women together are really braver than fifteen separate; but still, most of this tranquillity was merely put on, but so admirably thatEdouard Riviere had no chance with them. He knew nothing about theirtremors; all he saw or heard was, a rustle, then a flap on each side ofhim as of great wings, and two lovely women were upon him with angelicswiftness. "Ah!" he cried out with a start, and glanced from thefirst-comer, Rose, to the gate. But Josephine was on that side by thistime, and put up her hand, as much as to say, "You can't pass here. " Insuch situations, the mind works quicker than lightning. He took off hishat, and stammered an excuse--"Come to look at the oak. " At this momentRose pounced on the purse, and held it up to Josephine. He was caught. His only chance now was to bolt for the mark and run; but it was notthe notary, it was a novice who lost his presence of mind, or perhapsthought it rude to run when a lady told him to stand still. All he didwas to crush his face into his two hands, round which his cheeks andneck now blushed red as blood. Blush? they could both see the color rushlike a wave to the very roots of his hair and the tips of his fingers. 

The moment our heroines, who, in that desperation which is one ofthe forms of cowardice, had hurled themselves on the foe, saw this, flash--the quick-witted poltroons exchanged purple lightning overEdouard's drooping head, and enacted lionesses in a moment. 

It was with the quiet composure of lofty and powerful natures thatJosephine opened on him. "Compose yourself, sir; and be so good asto tell us who you are. " Edouard must answer. Now he could not speakthrough his hands; and he could not face a brace of tranquil lionesses:so he took a middle course, removed one hand, and shading himself fromJosephine with the other, he gasped out, "I am--my name is Riviere; andI--I--ladies!"

"I am afraid we frighten you, " said Josephine, demurely. 

"Don't be frightened, " said Rose, majestically; "we are not VERY angry, only a LITTLE curious to know why you water our flowers with gold. "

At this point-blank thrust, and from her, Edouard was so confounded anddistressed, they both began to pity him. He stammered out that he wasso confused he did not know what to say. He couldn't think how ever hecould have taken such a liberty; might he be permitted to retire? andwith this he tried to slip away. 

"Let me detain you one instant, " said Josephine, and made for the house. 

Left alone so suddenly with the culprit, the dignity, and majesty, andvalor of Rose seemed to ooze gently out; and she stood blushing, and hadnot a word to say; no more had Edouard. But he hung his head, and shehung her head. And, somehow or other, whenever she raised her eyesto glance at him, he raised his to steal a look at her, and mutualdiscomfiture resulted. 

This awkward, embarrassing delirium was interrupted by Josephine'sreturn. She now held another purse in her hand, and quietly poured therest of the coin into it. She then, with a blush, requested him to takeback the money. 

At that he found his tongue. "No, no, " he cried, and put up his hands insupplication. "Ladies, do let me speak ONE word to you. Do not reject myfriendship. You are alone in the world; your father is dead; your motherhas but you to lean on. After all, I am your neighbor, and neighborsshould be friends. And I am your debtor; I owe you more than you couldever owe me; for ever since I came into this neighborhood I have beenhappy. No man was ever so happy as I, ever since one day I waswalking, and met for the first time an angel. I don't say it was you, Mademoiselle Rose. It might be Mademoiselle Josephine. "

"How pat he has got our names, " said Rose, smiling. 

"A look from that angel has made me so good, so happy. I used tovegetate, but now I live. Live! I walk on wings, and tread on roses. Yetyou insist on declining a few miserable louis d'or from him who owes youso much. Well, don't be angry; I'll take them back, and throw them intothe nearest pond, for they are really no use to me. But then you willbe generous in your turn. You will accept my devotion, my services. You have no brother, you know; well, I have no sisters; let me be yourbrother, and your servant forever. "

At all this, delivered in as many little earnest pants as there weresentences, the water stood in the fair eyes he was looking into sopiteously. 

Josephine was firm, but angelical. "We thank you, Monsieur Riviere, "said she, softly, "for showing us that the world is still embellishedwith hearts like yours. Here is the money;" and she held it out in hercreamy hand. 

"But we are very grateful, " put in Rose, softly and earnestly. 

"That we are, " said Josephine, "and we beg to keep the purse as asouvenir of one who tried to do us a kindness without mortifying us. Andnow, Monsieur Riviere, you will permit us to bid you adieu. "

Edouard was obliged to take the hint. "It is I who am the intruder, "said he. "Mesdemoiselles, conceive, if you can, my pride and mydisappointment. " He then bowed low; they courtesied low to him inreturn; and he retired slowly in a state of mixed feeling indescribable. 

With all their sweetness and graciousness, he felt overpowered by theirhigh breeding, their reserve, and their composure, in a situation thathad set his heart beating itself nearly out of his bosom. He acted thescene over again, only much more adroitly, and concocted speeches forpast use, and was very hot and very cold by turns. 

I wish he could have heard what passed between the sisters as soon asever he was out of earshot. It would have opened his eyes, and given hima little peep into what certain writers call "the sex. "

"Poor boy, " murmured Josephine, "he has gone away unhappy. "

"Oh, I dare say he hasn't gone far, " replied Rose, gayly. "I shouldn'tif I was a boy. "

Josephine held up her finger like an elder sister; then went on to sayshe really hardly knew why she had dismissed him. 

"Well, dear, " said Rose, dryly, "since you admit so much, I must say Icouldn't help thinking--while you were doing it--we were letting 'thepoor boy' off ridiculously cheap. "

"At least I did my duty?" suggested Josephine, inquiringly. 

"Magnificently; you overawed even me. So now to business, as thegentlemen say. Which of us two takes him?"

"Takes whom?" inquired Josephine, opening her lovely eyes. 

"Edouard, " murmured Rose, lowering hers. 

Josephine glared on the lovely minx with wonder and comical horror. 

"Oh! you shall have him, " said Rose, "if you like. You are the eldest, you know. "

"Fie!"

"Do now; TO OBLIGE ME. "

"For shame! Rose. Is this you? talking like that!"

"Oh! there's no compulsion, dear; I never force young ladies'inclinations. So you decline him?"

"Of course I decline him. "

"Then, oh, you dear, darling Josephine, this is the prettiest presentyou ever made me, " and she kissed her vehemently. 

Josephine was frightened now. She held Rose out at arm's length withboth hands, and looked earnestly into her, and implored her not to playwith fire. "Take warning by me. "

Rose recommended her to keep her pity for Monsieur Riviere, "who hadfallen into nice hands, " she said. That no doubt might remain on thathead, she whispered mysteriously, but with much gravity and conviction, "I am an Imp;" and aimed at Josephine with her forefinger to point theremark. For one second she stood and watched this important statementsink into her sister's mind, then set-to and gambolled elfishly roundher as she moved stately and thoughtful across the grass to the chateau. 

Two days after this a large tree was blown down in Beaurepaire park, and made quite a gap in the prospect. You never know what a big thing aleafy tree is till it comes down. And this ill wind blew Edouard good;for it laid bare the chateau to his inquiring telescope. He had notgazed above half an hour, when a female figure emerged from the chateau. His heart beat. It was only Jacintha. He saw her look this way and that, and presently Dard appeared, and she sent him with his axe to the fallentree. Edouard watched him hacking away at it. Presently his heart gave aviolent leap; for why? two ladies emerged from the Pleasaunce and walkedacross the park. They came up to Dard, and stood looking at the tree andDard hacking it, and Edouard watched them greedily. You know we all loveto magnify her we love. And this was a delightful way of doing it. Itis "a system of espionage" that prevails under every form of government. How he gazed, and gazed, on his now polar star; studied every turn, every gesture, with eager delight, and tried to gather what she said, orat least the nature of it. 

But by and by they left Dard and strolled towards the other end of thepark. Then did our astronomer fling down his tube, and come running outin hopes of intercepting them, and seeming to meet them by some strangefortuity. Hope whispered he should be blessed with a smile; perhapsa word even. So another minute and he was running up the road toBeaurepaire. But his good heart was doomed to be diverted to a muchhumbler object than his idol; as he came near the fallen tree he heardloud cries for help, followed by groans of pain. He bounded over thehedge, and there was Dard hanging over his axe, moaning. "What is thematter? what is the matter?" cried Edouard, running to him. 

"Oh! oh! cut my foot. Oh!"

Edouard looked, and turned sick, for there was a gash right throughDard's shoe, and the blood welling up through it. But, recoveringhimself by an effort of the will, he cried out, "Courage, my lad!don't give in. Thank Heaven there's no artery there. Oh, dear, it isa terrible cut! Let us get you home, that is the first thing. Can youwalk?"

"Lord bless you, no! nor stand neither without help. "

Edouard flew to the wheelbarrow, and, reversing it, spun a lot of billetout. "Ye must not do that, " said Dard with all the energy he was capableof in his present condition. "Why, that is Jacintha's wood. "--"To thedevil with Jacintha and her wood too!" cried Edouard, "a man is worthmore than a fagot. Come, I shall wheel you home: it is only just acrossthe park. "

With some difficulty he lifted him into the barrow. Luckily he had hisshooting-jacket on with a brandy-flask in it: he administered it withexcellent effect. 

The ladies, as they walked, saw a man wheeling a barrow across the park, and took no particular notice; but, as Riviere was making for the samepoint they were, though at another angle, presently the barrow came nearenough for them to see Dard's head and arms in it. Rose was the first tonotice this. "Look! look! if he is not wheeling Dard in the barrow now. "

"Who?"

"Can you ask? Who provides all our excitement?"

Josephine instantly divined there was something amiss. "Consider, " saidshe, "Monsieur Riviere would not wheel Dard all across the park foramusement. "

Rose assented; and in another minute, by a strange caprice of fate, those Edouard had come to intercept, quickened their pace to intercepthim. As soon as he saw their intention he thrilled all over, but did notslacken his pace. He told Dard to take his coat and throw it over hisfoot, for here were the young ladies coming. 

"What for?" said Dard sulkily. "No! let them see what they have donewith their little odd jobs: this is my last for one while. I sha'n't goon two legs again this year. "

The ladies came up with them. 

"O monsieur!" said Josephine, "what is the matter?"

"We have met with a little accident, mademoiselle, that is all. Dard hashurt his foot; nothing to speak of, but I thought he would be best athome. "

Rose raised the coat which Riviere, in spite of Dard, had flung over hisfoot. 

"He is bleeding! Dard is bleeding! Oh, my poor Dard. Oh! oh!"

"Hush, Rose!"

"No, don't put him out of heart, mademoiselle. Take another pull at theflask, Dard. If you please, ladies, I must have him home without delay. "

"Oh yes, but I want him to have a surgeon, " cried Josephine. "And wehave no horses nor people to send off as we used to have. "

"But you have me, mademoiselle, " said Edouard tenderly. "Me, who wouldgo to the world's end for you. " He said this to Josephine, but his eyesought Rose. "I'm a famous runner, " he added, a little bumptiously;"I'll be at the town in half an hour, and send a surgeon up fullgallop. "

"You have a good heart, " said Rose simply. 

He bowed his blushing, delighted face, and wheeled Dard to his cottagehard by with almost more than mortal vigor. How softly, how nobly, thatfrolicsome girl could speak! Those sweet words rang in his ears and ranwarm round and round his heart, as he straightened his arms and his backto the work. When they had gone about a hundred yards, a single snivelwent off in the wheelbarrow. Five minutes after, Dard was at home incharge of his grandmother, his shoe off, his foot in a wet linen cloth;and Edouard, his coat tied round the neck, squared his shoulders, andran the two short leagues out. He ran them in forty minutes, found thesurgeon at home, told the case, pooh-poohed that worthy's promise togo to the patient presently, darted into his stable, saddled the horse, brought him round, saw the surgeon into the saddle, started him, dinedat the restaurateur's, strolled back, and was in time to get a good lookat the chateau of Beaurepaire just as the sun set on it. 

Jacintha came into Dard's cottage that evening. 

"So you have been at it, my man, " cried she cheerfully and ratherroughly, then sat down and rocked herself, with her apron over her head. She explained this anomalous proceeding to his grandmother privately. "Ithought I would keep his heart up anyway, but you see I was not fit. "

Next morning, as Riviere sat writing, he received an unexpected visitfrom Jacintha. She came in with her finger to her lips, and said, "Youprowl about Dard's cottage. They are sure to go and see him every day, and him wounded in their service. "

"Oh, you good girl! you dear girl!" cried Edouard. 

She did not reply in words, but, after going to the door, returned andgave him a great kiss without ceremony. "Dare say you know what that'sfor, " said she, and went off with a clear conscience and reddish cheeks. 

Dard's grandmother had a little house, a little land, a little money, and a little cow. She could just maintain Dard and herself, and herresources enabled Dard to do so many little odd jobs for love, yet keephis main organ tolerably filled. 

"Go to bed, my little son, since you have got hashed, " said she. --"Bedbe hanged, " cried he. "What good is bed? That's a silly old custom wantsdoing away with. It weakens you: it turns you into train oil: it is thedoctor's friend, and the sick man's bane. Many a one dies through takingto bed, that could have kept his life if he had kept his feet like aman. If I had cut myself in two I would not go to bed, --till I go to thebed with a spade in it. No! sit up like Julius Caesar; and die as youlived, in your clothes: don't strip yourself: let the old women stripyou; that is their delight laying out a chap; that is the time theybrighten up, the old sorceresses. " He concluded this amiable rhapsody, the latter part of which was levelled at a lugubrious weakness of hisgrandmother's for the superfluous embellishment of the dead, by tellingher it was bad enough to be tied by the foot like an ass, withoutsettling down on his back like a cast sheep. "Give me the armchair. I'llsit in it, and, if I have any friends, they will show it now: they willcome and tell me what is going on in the village, for I can't get out tosee it and hear it, they must know that. "

Seated in state in his granny's easy-chair, the loss of which afterthirty years' use made her miserable, she couldn't tell why, le SieurDard awaited his friends. 

They did not come. 

The rain did, and poured all the afternoon. Night succeeded, andsolitude. Dard boiled over with bitterness. "They are a lot of pigsthen, all those fellows I have drunk with at Bigot's and Simmet's. Downwith all fair-weather friends. "

The next day the sun shone, the air was clear, and the sky blue. "Ah!let us see now, " cried Dard. 

Alas! no fellow-drinkers, no fellow-smokers, came to console their hurtfellow. And Dard, who had boiled with anger yesterday, was now sad anddespondent. "Down with egotists, " he groaned. 

About three in the afternoon came a tap at the door. 

"Ah! at last, " cried Dard: "come in!"

The door was slowly opened, and two lovely faces appeared at thethreshold. The demoiselles De Beaurepaire wore a tender look ofinterest and pity when they caught sight of Dard, and on the old womancourtesying to them they courtesied to her and Dard. The next momentthey were close to him, one a little to his right, the other to hisleft, and two pair of sapphire eyes with the mild lustre of sympathyplaying down incessantly upon him. How was he? How had he slept? Was hein pain? Was he in much pain? tell the truth now. Was there anything toeat or drink he could fancy? Jacintha should make it and bring it, ifit was within their means. A prince could not have had more solicitousattendants, nor a fairy king lovelier and less earthly ones. 

He looked in heavy amazement from one to the other. Rose bent, and wasby some supple process on one knee, taking the measure of the woundedfoot. When she first approached it he winced: but the next moment hesmiled. He had never been touched like this--it was contact and nocontact--she treated his foot as the zephyr the violets--she handledit as if it had been some sacred thing. By the help of his eye hecould just know she was touching him. Presently she informed him hewas measured for a list shoe: and she would run home for the materials. During her absence came a timid tap to the door; and Edouard Riviereentered. He was delighted to see Josephine, and made sure Rose was notfar off. It was Dard who let out that she was gone to Beaurepaire forsome cloth to make him a shoe. This information set Edouard fidgetingon his chair. He saw such a chance as was not likely to occur again. Herose with feigned nonchalance, and saying, "I leave you in good hands;angel visitors are best enjoyed alone, " slowly retired, with a deepobeisance. Once outside the door, dignity vanished in alacrity; he flewoff into the park, and ran as hard as he could towards the chateau. He was within fifty yards of the little gate, when sure enough Roseemerged. They met; his heart beat violently. "Mademoiselle, " hefaltered. 

"Ah! it is Monsieur Riviere, I declare, " said Rose, coolly; all overblushes though. 

"Yes, mademoiselle, and I am so out of breath. Mademoiselle Josephineawaits you at Dard's house. "

"She sent you for me?" inquired Rose, demurely. 

"Not positively. But I could see I should please her by coming for you;there is, I believe, a bull or so about. "

"A bull or two! don't talk in that reckless way about such things. Shehas done well to send you; let us make haste. "

"But I am a little out of breath. "

"Oh, never mind that! I abhor bulls. "

"But, mademoiselle, we are not come to them yet, and the faster we gonow the sooner we shall. "

"Yes; but I always like to get a disagreeable thing over as soon aspossible, " said Rose, slyly. 

"Ah, " replied Edouard, mournfully, "in that case let us make haste. "

After a little spurt, mademoiselle relaxed the pace of her own accord, and even went slower than before. There was an awkward silence. Edouardeyed the park boundary, and thought, "Now what I have to say I must saybefore we get to you;" and being thus impressed with the necessity ofimmediate action, he turned to lead. 

Rose eyed him and the ground, alternately, from under her long lashes. 

At last he began to color and flutter. She saw something was coming, andall the woman donned defensive armor. 

"Mademoiselle. "

"Monsieur. "

"Is it quite decided that your family refuse my acquaintance, myservices, which I still--forgive me--press on you? Ah! MademoiselleRose, am I never to have the happiness of--of--even speaking to you?"

"It seems so, " said Rose, ironically. 

"Have you then decided against me too?"

"I?" asked Rose. "What have I to do with questions of etiquette? I amonly a child: so considered at least. "

"You a child--an angel like you?"

"Ask any of them, they will tell you I am a child; and it is to that Iowe this conversation, no doubt; if you did not look on me as a child, you would not take this liberty with me, " said the young cat, scratchingwithout a moment's notice. 

"Mademoiselle, do not be angry. I was wrong. "

"Oh! never mind. Children are little creatures without reserve, andtreated accordingly, and to notice them is to honor them. "

"Adieu then, mademoiselle. Try to believe no one respects you more thanI do. "

"Yes, let us part, for there is Dard's house; and I begin to suspectthat Josephine never sent you. "

"I confess it. "

"There, he confesses it. I thought so all along; WHAT A DUPE I HAVEBEEN!"

"I will offend no more, " said poor silly Edouard. "Adieu, mademoiselle. May you find friends as sincere as I am, and more to your taste!"

"Heaven hear your prayers!" replied the malicious thing, casting up hereyes with a mock tragic air. 

Edouard sighed; a chill conviction that she was both heartless and emptyfell on him. He turned away without another word. She called to himwith a sudden airy cheerfulness that made him start. "Stay, monsieur, Iforgot--I have a favor to ask you. "

"I wish I could believe that:" and his eyes brightened. 

Rose stopped, and began to play with her parasol. "You seem, " saidshe softly, "to be pretty generous in bestowing your acquaintance onstrangers. I should be glad if I might secure you for a dear friend ofmine, Dr. Aubertin. He will not discredit my recommendation; and he willnot make so many difficulties as we do; shall I tell you why? Becausehe is really worth knowing. In short, believe me, it will be a valuableacquaintance for you--and for him, " added she with all the grace of theDe Beaurepaires. 

Many a man, inferior in a general way to Edouard Riviere, would havemade a sensible reply to this. Such as, "Oh, any friend of yours, mademoiselle, must be welcome to me, " or the like. But the proposalcaught Edouard on his foible, his vanity, to wit; and our foibles areour manias. He was mortified to the heart's core. "She refuses to knowme herself, " thought he, "but she will use my love to make me amuse thatold man. " His heart swelled against her injustice and ingratitude, and his crushed vanity turned to strychnine. "Mademoiselle, " said he, bitterly and doggedly, but sadly, "were I so happy as to have youresteem, my heart would overflow, not only on the doctor but on everyhonest person around. But if I must not have the acquaintance I valuemore than life, suffer me to be alone in the world, and never to say aword either to Dr. Aubertin, or to any human creature if I can help it. "

The imperious young beauty drew herself up directly. "So be it, monsieur; you teach me how a child should be answered that forgetsherself, and asks a favor of a stranger--a perfect stranger, " added she, maliciously. 

Could one of the dog-days change to mid-winter in a second, it wouldhardly seem so cold and cross as Rose de Beaurepaire turned from thesmiling, saucy fairy of the moment before. Edouard felt as it were aportcullis of ice come down between her and him. She courtesied andglided away. He bowed and stood frozen to the spot. 

He felt so lonely and so bitter, he must go to Jacintha for comfort. 

He took advantage of the ladies being with Dard, and marched boldly intothe kitchen of Beaurepaire. 

"Well, I never, " cried Jacintha. "But, after all, why not?"

He hurled himself on the kitchen table (clean as china), and told her itwas all over. "She hates me now; but it is not my fault, " and so pouredforth his tale, and feeling sure of sympathy, asked Jacintha whether itwas not bitterly unjust of Rose to refuse him her own acquaintance, yetask him to amuse that old fogy. 

Jacintha stood with her great arms akimbo, taking it all in, and lookingat him with a droll expression of satirical wonder. 

"Now you listen to a parable, " said she. "Once there was a little boymadly in love with raspberry jam. "

"A thing I hate. "

"Don't tell me! Who hates raspberry jam? He came to the store closet, where he knew there were jars of it, and--oh! misery--the door waslocked. He kicked the door, and wept bitterly. His mamma came and said, 'Here is the key, ' and gave him the key. And what did he do? Why, he fell to crying and roaring, and kicking the door. 'I don'twa-wa-wa-wa-nt the key-ey-ey. I wa-a-ant the jam--oh! oh! oh! oh!'"and Jacintha mimicked, after her fashion, the mingled grief and ire ofinfancy debarred its jam. Edouard wore a puzzled air, but it was onlyfor a moment; the next he hid his face in his hands, and cried, "Fool!"

"I shall not contradict you, " said his Mentor. 

"She was my best friend. Once acquainted with the doctor, I could visitat Beaurepaire. "

"Parbleu!"

"She had thought of a way to reconcile my wishes with this terribleetiquette that reigns here. "

"She thinks to more purpose than you do; that is clear. "

"Nothing is left now but to ask her pardon, and to consent; I am off. "

"No, you are not, " and Jacintha laid a grasp of iron on him. "Will yoube quiet?--is not one blunder a day enough? If you go near her now, shewill affront you, and order the doctor not to speak to you. "

"O Jacintha! your sex then are fiends of malice?"

"While it lasts. Luckily with us nothing lasts very long. Now you don'tgo near her till you have taken advantage of her hint, and made thedoctor's acquaintance; that is easy done. He walks two hours on the eastroad every day, with his feet in the puddles and his head in the clouds. Them's HIS two tastes. "

"But how am I to get him out of the clouds and the puddles?" inquiredRiviere half peevishly. 

"How?" asked Jacintha, with a dash of that contempt uneducated personsgenerally have for any one who does not know some little thing theyhappen to know themselves. "How? Why, with the nearest blackbeetle, tobe sure. "

"A blackbeetle?"

"Black or brown; it matters little. Have her ready for use in yourhandkerchief: pull a long face: and says you--'Excuse me, sir, I haveTHE MISFORTUNE not to know the Greek name of this merchandise here. ' Saythat, and behold him launched. He will christen you the beast in Hebrewand Latin as well as Greek, and tell you her history down from theflood: next he will beg her of you, and out will come a cork and a pin, and behold the creature impaled. For that is how men love beetles. Hehas a thousand pinned down at home--beetles, butterflies, and so forth. When I go near the rubbish with my duster he trembles like an aspen. I pretend to be going to clean them, but it is only to see the face hemakes, for even a domestic must laugh now and then--or die. But I neverdo clean them, for after all he is more stupid than wicked, poor man: Ihave not therefore the sad courage to make him wretched. "

"Let us return to our beetle--what will his tirades about its antiquityadvance me?"

"Oh! one begins about a beetle, but one ends Heaven knows where. "

Riviere profited by this advice. He even improved on it. In duecourse he threw himself into Aubertin's way. He stopped the doctorreverentially, and said he had heard he was an entomologist. WOULD hebe kind enough to tell him what was this enormous chrysalis he had justfound?

"The death's head moth!" cried Aubertin with enthusiasm--"the death'shead moth! a great rarity in this district. Where found you this?"Riviere undertook to show him the place. 

It was half a league distant. Coming and going he had time to makefriends with Aubertin, and this was the easier that the old gentleman, who was a physiognomist as well as ologist, had seen goodness andsensibility in Edouard's face. At the end of the walk he begged thedoctor to accept the chrysalis. The doctor coquetted. "That would be arobbery. You take an interest in these things yourself--at least I hopeso. "

The young rogue confessed modestly to the sentiment of entomology, but"the government worked him so hard as to leave him no hopes of shiningin so high a science, " said he sorrowfully. 

The doctor pitied him. "A young man of your attainments and tastes tobe debarred from the everlasting secrets of nature, by the fleetingpolitics of the day. "

Riviere shrugged his shoulders. "Somebody must do the dirty work, " saidhe, chuckling inwardly. 

The chrysalis went to Beaurepaire in the pocket of a grateful man, who that same evening told the whole party his conversation withyoung Riviere, on whom he pronounced high encomiums. Rose's saucy eyessparkled with fun: you might have lighted a candle at one and exploded amine at the other; but not a syllable did she utter. 

The doctor proved a key, and opened the enchanted castle. One fineday he presented his friend in the Pleasaunce to the baroness and herdaughters. 

They received him with perfect politeness. Thus introduced, and as hewas not one to let the grass grow under his feet, he soon obtained afooting as friend of the family, which, being now advised by Josephine, he took care not to compromise by making love to Rose before thebaroness. However, he insisted on placing his financial talent at theirservice. He surveyed and valued their lands, and soon discovered thatall their farms were grossly underlet. Luckily most of the leases wererun out. He prepared a new rent roll, and showed it Aubertin, now hisfast friend. Aubertin at his request obtained a list of the mortgages, and Edouard drew a balance-sheet founded on sure data, and proved to thebaroness that in able hands the said estate was now solvent. 

This was a great comfort to the old lady: and she said to Aubertin, "Heaven has sent us a champion, a little republican--with the face of anangel. "

Descending to practice, Edouard actually put three of the farms intothe market, and let them at an advance of twenty per cent on the expiredleases. He brought these leases signed; and the baroness had scarcelydone thanking him, when her other secret friend, Monsieur Perrin, wasannounced. Edouard exchanged civilities with him, and then retired tothe Pleasaunce. There he found both sisters, who were all tenderness andgratitude to him. By this time he had learned to value Josephine: shewas so lovely and so good, and such a true womanly friend to him. EvenRose could not resist her influence, and was obliged to be kind to him, when Josephine was by. But let Josephine go, and instead of her beingmore tender, as any other girl would, left alone with her lover, sauciness resumed its empire till sweet Josephine returned. Whereofcometh an example; for the said Josephine was summoned to a finalconference with the baroness and Monsieur Perrin. 

"Don't be long, " said Rose, as Josephine glided away, and (taking theprecaution to wait till she was quite out of hearing), "I shall be sodull, dear, till you come back. "

"I shall not though, " said Edouard. 

"I am not so sure of that. Now then. "

"Now then, what?"

"Begin. "

"Begin what?"

"Amusing me. " And she made herself look sullen and unamusable all over. 

"I will try, " said Riviere. "I'll tell you what they say of you: thatyou are too young to love. "

"So I am, much. "

"No, no, no! I made a mistake. I mean too young to be loved. "

"Oh, I am not too young for that, not a bit. "

This point settled, she suggested that, if he could not amuse her, hehad better do THE NEXT BEST THING, and that was, talk sense. 

"I think I had better not talk at all, " said he, "for I am no matchfor such a nimble tongue. And then you are so remorseless. I'll hold mytongue, and make a sketch of this magnificent oak. "

"Ay, do: draw it as it appeared on a late occasion: with two ladiesflying out of it, and you rooted with dismay. "

"There is no need; that scene is engraved. "

"Where? in all the shops?"

"No; on all our memories. "

"Not on mine; not on mine. How terrified you were--ha, ha! and howterrified we should have been if you had not. Listen: once upon atime--don't be alarmed: it was long after Noah--a frightened hare ran bya pond; the frogs splashed in the water, smit with awe. Then she said, 'Ah ha! there are people in the world I frighten in my turn; I am thethunderbolt of war. ' Excuse my quoting La Fontaine: I am not in 'Charlesthe Twelfth of Sweden' yet. I am but a child. "

"And it's a great mercy, for when you grow up, you will be too muchfor me, that is evident. Come, then, Mademoiselle the Quizzer, come andadorn my sketch. "

"Monsieur, shall I make you a confession? You will not be angry: I couldnot support your displeasure. I have a strange inclination to walkup and down this terrace while you go and draw that tree in thePleasaunce. "

"Resist that inclination; perhaps it will fly from you. "

"No; you fly from me, and draw. I will rejoin you in a few minutes. "

"Thank you, I'm not so stupid. You will step indoors directly. "

"Do you doubt my word, sir?" asked she haughtily. 

He had learned to obey all her caprices; so he went and placed himselfon the west side of the oak and took out his sketch-book, and workedzealously and rapidly. He had done the outlines of the tree and wasfinishing in detail a part of the huge trunk, when his eyes weresuddenly dazzled: in the middle of the rugged bark, deformed here andthere with great wart-like bosses, and wrinkled, seamed, and ploughedall over with age, burst a bit of variegated color; bright as a poppy ona dungeon wall, it glowed and glittered out through a large hole in thebrown bark; it was Rose's face peeping. To our young lover's eye howdivine it shone! None of the half tints of common flesh were there, but a thing all rose, lily, sapphire, and soul. His pencil dropped, hismouth opened, he was downright dazzled by the glowing, bewitching face, sparkling with fun, in the gaunt tree. Tell me, ladies, did she know, even at that age, the value of that sombre frame to her brightness? Themoment she found herself detected, the gaunt old tree rang musical witha crystal laugh, and out came the arch-dryad. "I have been there all thetime. How solemn you looked! Now for the result of such profound study. "He showed her his work; she altered her tone. "Oh, how clever!" shecried, "and how rapid! What a facility you have! Monsieur is an artist, "said she gravely; "I will be more respectful, " and she dropped him a lowcourtesy. "Mind you promised it me, " she added sharply. 

"You will accept it, then?"

"That I will, now it is worth having: dear me, I never reckoned on that. Finish it directly, " cried this peremptory young person. 

"First I must trouble you to stand out there near the tree. "

"Me? what for?"

"Because art loves contrasts. The tree is a picture of age and gradualdecay; by its side then I must place a personification of youth andgrowing loveliness. "

She did not answer, but made a sort of defiant pirouette, and went whereshe was bid, and stood there with her back to the artist. "That willnever do, " said he; "you really must be so good as to turn round. "

"Oh, very well. " And when she came round, behold her color had risenmightily. Flattery is sweet. 

This child of nature was delighted, and ashamed it should be seen thatshe was. 

And so he drew her, and kept looking off the paper at her, and had aright in his character of artist to look her full in the face; and hedid so with long lingering glances. To be sure, they all began severeand businesslike with half-closed eyes, and the peculiar hostileexpression art puts on; but then they always ended open-eyed, and sofull and tender, that she, poor girl, who was all real gold, though shambrass, blushed and blushed, and did not know which way to look not tobe scorched up by his eye like a tender flower, or blandly absorbed likethe pearly dew. Ah, happy hour! ah, happy days of youth and innocenceand first love!

Trouble loves to intrude on these halcyon days. 

The usually quiet Josephine came flying from the house, pale andagitated, and clung despairingly to Rose, and then fell to sobbing andlamenting piteously. 

I shall take leave to relate in my own words what had just occurredto agitate her so. When she entered her mother's room, she found thebaroness and Perrin the notary seated watching for her. She sat downafter the usual civilities, and Perrin entered upon the subject that hadbrought him. 

He began by confessing to them that he had not overcome the refractorycreditor without much trouble; and that he had since learned there wasanother, a larger creditor, likely to press for payment or for sale ofthe estate. The baroness was greatly troubled by this communication: thenotary remained cool as a cucumber, and keenly observant. After a pausehe went on to say all this had caused him grave reflections. "It seems, "said he with cool candor, "a sad pity the estate should pass from afamily that has held it since the days of Charlemagne. "

"Now God forbid!" cried the baroness, lifting her eyes and her quiveringhands to heaven. 

The notary held the republican creed in all its branches. "Providence, madame, does not interfere--in matters of business, " said he. "Nothingbut money can save the estate. Let us then be practical. Has any meansoccurred to you of raising money to pay off these incumbrances?"

"No. What means can there be? The estate is mortgaged to its full value:so they say, at least. "

"And they say true, " put in the notary quickly. "But do not distressyourself, madame: confide in me. "

"Ah, my good friend, may Heaven reward you. "

"Madame, up to the present time I have no complaint to make of Heaven. I am on the rise: here, mademoiselle, is a gimcrack they have given me;"and he unbuttoned his overcoat, and showed them a piece of tricoloredribbon and a clasp. "As for me, I look to 'the solid;' I care little forthese things, " said he, swelling visibly, "but the world is dazzled bythem. However, I can show you something better. " He took out a letter. "This is from the Minister of the Interior to a client of mine: apromise I shall be the next prefect; and the present prefect--I am happyto say--is on his death-bed. Thus, madame, your humble servant in a fewshort months will be notary no longer, but prefect; I shall then sell myoffice of notary: and I flatter myself when I am a prefect you will notblush to own me. "

"Then, as now, monsieur, " said the baroness politely, "we shallrecognize your merit. But"--

"I understand, madame: like me you look to 'the solid. ' Thus then it is;I have money. "

"Ah! all the better for you. "

"I have a good deal of money. But it is dispersed in a great many smallbut profitable investments: to call it in suddenly would entail someloss. Nevertheless, if you and my young lady there have ever so littleof that friendly feeling towards me of which I have so much towards you, all my investments shall be called in, and two-thirds of your creditorsshall be paid off at once. A single client of mine, no less a man thanthe Commandant Raynal, will, I am sure, advance me the remaining thirdat an hour's notice; and so Beaurepaire chateau, park, estate, andgrounds, down to the old oak-tree, shall be saved; and no power shallalienate them from you, mademoiselle, and from the heirs of your body. "

The baroness clasped her hands in ecstasy. 

"But what are we to do for this?" inquired Josephine calmly, "for itseems to me that it can only be effected by a sacrifice on your part. "

"I thank you, mademoiselle, for your penetration in seeing that I mustmake sacrifices. I would never have told you, but you have seen it;and I do not regret that you have seen it. Madame--mademoiselle--thosesacrifices appear little to me; will seem nothing; will never bementioned, or even alluded to after this day, if you, on your part, willlay me under a far heavier obligation, if in short"--here the contemnerof things unsubstantial reopened his coat, and brought his ribbon tolight again--"if you, madame, will accept me for your son-in-law--ifyou, mademoiselle, will take me for your husband. "

The baroness and her daughter looked at one another in silence. 

"Is it a jest?" inquired the former of the latter. 

"Can you think so? Answer Monsieur Perrin. He has just done us a kindoffice, mother. "

"I shall remember it. Monsieur, permit me to regret that having latelywon our gratitude and esteem, you have taken this way of modifying thosefeelings. But after all, " she added with gentle courtesy, "we may wellput your good deeds against this--this error in judgment. The balance isin your favor still, provided you never return to this topic. Come, is it agreed?" The baroness's manner was full of tact, and the lattersentences were said with an open kindliness of manner. There was nothingto prevent Perrin from dropping the subject, and remaining good friends. A gentleman or a lover would have so done. Monsieur Perrin was neither. He said bitterly, "You refuse me, then. "

The tone and the words were each singly too much for the baroness'spride. She answered coldly but civilly, --

"I do not refuse you. I do not take an affront into consideration. "

"Be calm, mamma; no affront whatever was intended. "

"Ah! here is one that is more reasonable, " cried Perrin. 

"There are men, " continued Josephine without noticing him, "who lookto but one thing--interest. It was an offer made politely in the way ofbusiness: decline it in the same spirit; that is what you have to do. "

"Monsieur, you hear what mademoiselle says? She carries politenessa long way. After all it is a good fault. Well, monsieur, I need notanswer you, since Mademoiselle de Beaurepaire has answered you; but Idetain you no longer. "

Strictly a weasel has no business with the temper of a tiger, but thisone had, and the long vindictiveness of a Corsican. "Ah! my little lady, you turn me out of the house, do you?" cried he, grinding his teeth. 

"Turn him out of the house? what a phrase! where has this man lived?"

"A man!" snarled Perrin, "whom none ever yet insulted without repentingit, and repenting in vain. You are under obligations to me, and youthink to turn me out! You are at my mercy, and you think I will let youturn me to your door! In less than a mouth I will stand here, and say toyou, Beaurepaire is mine. Begone from it!"

When he uttered these terrible words, each of which was like asword-stroke to the baroness, the old lady, whose courage was notequal to her strength, shrank over the side of her arm-chair, and criedpiteously--"He threatens me! he threatens me! I am frightened;" and putup her trembling hands, for the notary's eloquence, being accompaniedwith abundance of gesture, bordered upon physical violence. Hisbrutality received an unexpected check. Imagine that a sparrow-hawk hadseized a trembling pigeon, and that a royal falcon swooped, and with onelightning-like stroke of body and wing, buffeted him away, and sent himgaping and glaring and grasping at pigeonless air with his claws. Soswift and majestic, Josephine de Beaurepaire came from her chair withone gesture of her body between her mother and the notary, who wasadvancing with arms folded in a brutal, menacing way--not the Josephinewe have seen her, the calm languid beauty, but the demoiselle deBeaurepaire--her great heart on fire--her blood up--not her own only, but all the blood of all the De Beaurepaires--pale as ashes with greatwrath, her purple eyes on fire, and her whole panther-like body fullof spring. "Wretch! you dare to insult her, and before me! Arrieremiserable! or I soil my hand with your face. " And her hand was up withthe word, up, up, higher it seemed than ever a hand was raised before. And if he had hesitated one moment, I really believe it would have comedown; not heavily, perhaps--the lightning is not heavy. But there wasno need. The towering threat and the flaming eye and the swift rushbuffeted the caitiff away: he recoiled. She followed him as he went, strong, FOR A MOMENT OR TWO, as Hercules, beautiful and terrible asMichael driving Satan. He dared not, or could not stand before her: hewrithed and cowered and recoiled all down the room, while she marchedupon him. But the driven serpent hissed horribly as it wriggled away. 

"You shall both be turned out of Beaurepaire by me, and forever; I swearit, parole de Perrin. "

He had not been gone a minute when Josephine's courage oozed away, and she ran, or rather tottered, into the Pleasaunce, and clung like adrowning thing to Rose, and, when Edouard took her hand, she clung tohim. They had to gather what had happened how they could: the accountwas constantly interrupted with her sobs and self-reproaches. She saidshe had ruined all she loved: ruined her sister, ruined her mother, ruined the house of Beaurepaire. Why was she ever born? Why had shenot died three years ago? (Query, what was the date at which Camille'sletters suddenly stopped?) "That coward, " said she, "has the heart of afiend. He told us he never forgave an affront; and he holds our fatein his hands. He will drive our mother from her home, and she will die:murdered by her own daughter. After all, why did I refuse him? Whatshould I have sacrificed by marrying him? Rose, write to him, andsay--say--I was taken by surprise, I--I"--a violent flood of tearsinterrupted the sentence. 

Rose flung her arms round her neck. "My beautiful Josephine marry thatcreature? Let house and lands go a thousand times sooner. I love mysister a thousand times better than the walls of this or any otherhouse. "

"Come, come, " cried Edouard, "you are forgetting ME all this time. Doyou really think I am the sort of man to stand by with my hands inmy pockets, and let her marry that cur, or you be driven out ofBeaurepaire? Neither, while I live. "

"Alas! dear boy, " sighed Josephine, "what can you do?"

"I'll soon show you. From this hour forth it is a duel between thatPerrin and me. Now, Josephine--Rose--don't you cry and fret like that:but just look quietly on, and enjoy the fight, both of you. "

Josephine shook her head with a sad smile: but Rose delivered herselfthus, after a sob, "La, yes; I forgot: we have got a gentleman now;that's one comfort. "

Edouard rose to the situation: he saw that Perrin would lose no time;and that every day, or even hour, might be precious. He told them thatthe first thing he must do for them was to leave the company he lovedbest on earth, and run down to the town to consult Picard the rivalnotary: he would be back by supper-time, when he hoped they would dohim the honor, in a matter of such importance, to admit him to a familycouncil. 

Josephine assented with perfect simplicity; Rose with a deep blush, forshe was too quick not to see all the consequences of admitting so briska wooer into a family council. 

It was a wet evening, and a sad and silent party sat round a wood firein the great dining-hall. The baroness was almost prostrated by thescene with Perrin; and a sombre melancholy and foreboding weighed onall their spirits, when presently Edouard Riviere entered briskly, andsaluted them all profoundly, and opened the proceedings with a littlefavorite pomposity. "Madame the baroness, and you Monsieur Aubertin, whohonor me with your esteem, and you Mademoiselle de Beaurepaire, whom Iadore, and you Mademoiselle Rose, whom I hoped to be permitted--you havethis day done me the honor to admit me as your adviser. I am here tolay my plans before you. I believe, madame, I have already convincedyou that your farms are under-let, and your property lowered in value bygeneral mismanagement; this was doubtless known to Perrin, and set himscheming. Well, I rely on the same circumstance to defeat him. I haveconsulted Picard and shown him the rent-roll and balance-sheet I hadalready shown you. He has confessed that the estate is worth morethan its debts, so capitalists can safely advance the money. To-morrowmorning, then, I ride to Commandant Raynal for a week's leave ofabsence; then, armed with Picard's certificate, shall proceed to myuncle and ask him to lend the money. His estate is very small comparedwith Beaurepaire, but he has always farmed it himself. 'I'll have nogo-between, ' says he, 'to impoverish both self and soil. ' He is also abit of a misanthrope, and has made me one. I have a very poor opinion ofmy fellow-creatures, very. "

"Well, but, " said Rose, "if he is all that, he will not sympathize withus, who have so mismanaged Beaurepaire. Will he not despise us?"

Edouard was a little staggered, but Aubertin came to his aid. 

"Permit me, Josephine, " said he. "Natural history steps in here, andteaches by me, its mouth-piece. A misanthrope hates all mankind, but iskind to every individual, generally too kind. A philanthrope loves thewhole human race, but dislikes his wife, his mother, his brother, andhis friends and acquaintances. Misanthrope is the potato: rough andrepulsive outside, but good to the core. Philanthrope is a peach: hismanner all velvet and bloom, his words sweet juice, his heart of heartsa stone. Let me read Philanthrope's book, and fall into the hands ofMisanthrope. "

Edouard admitted the shrewdness of this remark. 

"And so, " said he, "my misanthrope will say plenty of bitingwords, --which, by-the-by, will not hurt you, who will not hear them, only me, --and then he'll lend us the money, and Beaurepaire will befree, and I shall have had a hand in it. Hurrah!"

Then came a delicious hour to Edouard Riviere. Young and old poured outtheir glowing thanks and praises upon him till his checks burned likefire. 

The baroness was especially grateful, and expressed a gentle regret thatshe could see no way of showing her gratitude except in words. "What canwe do for this little angel?" said she, turning to Josephine. 

"Leave that to me, mamma, " replied Josephine, turning her lovely eyesfull on Edouard, with a look the baroness misunderstood directly. 

She sat and watched Josephine and Edouard with comical severity all therest of the time she was there; and, when she retired, she kissed Roseaffectionately, but whispered her eldest daughter, "I hope you are notserious. A mere boy compared with you. "

"But such a sweet one, " suggested Josephine, apologetically. 

"What will the world come to?" said the baroness out loud, and retreatedwith a sour glance at all of them--except Rose. 

She had not been gone five minutes when a letter came by messenger toEdouard. It was from Picard. He read it out. 

"Perrin has been with me, to raise money. He wants it in forty-eighthours. Promises good legal security. I have agreed to try and arrangethe matter for him. "

They were all astonished at this. 

"The double-faced traitor!" cried Edouard. "Stay; wait a minute. Let usread it to an end. "

"This promise is, of course, merely to prevent his going elsewhere. Atthe end of the forty-eight hours I shall begin to make difficulties. Meantime, as Perrin is no fool, you had better profit to the full bythis temporary delay. "

"Well done, Picard!" shouted Edouard. "Notary cut notary. I won'tlose an hour. I'll start at five; Commandant Raynal is an early riserhimself. "

Accordingly, at five he was on the road; Raynal's quarters lay in thedirect line to his uncle's place. He found the commandant at home, andwas well received. Raynal had observed his zeal, and liked his manners. He gave him the week's leave, and kept him to breakfast, and had hishorse well fed. At eight o'clock Edouard rode out of the premises inhigh spirits. At the very gate he met a gaunt figure riding in on asquab pony. It was Perrin the notary coming in hot haste to his friendand employer, Commandant Raynal. 

CHAPTER V. 

After Edouard's departure, Josephine de Beaurepaire was sad, and weigheddown with presentiments. She felt as soldiers sometimes feel who knowthe enemy is undermining them; no danger on the surface; nothing thatcan be seen, met, baffled, attacked, or evaded; in daily peril, all themore horrible that it imitates perfect serenity, they await the fatalmatch. She imparted her misgivings to Aubertin; but he assured her sheexaggerated the danger. 

"We have a friend still more zealous and active than our enemy; believeme, your depression is really caused by his absence; we all miss thecontact of that young heroic spirit; we are a body, and he its soul. "

Josephine was silent, for she said to herself, "Why should I dash theirspirits? they are so happy and confident. "

Edouard had animated Rose and Aubertin with his own courage, and hadeven revived the baroness. 

It had been agreed between him and Picard that the latter shouldcommunicate with Dr. Aubertin direct, should anything fresh occur. Andon the third day after Edouard's departure, Picard sent up a privatemessage: "Perrin has just sent me a line to say he will not trouble us, as he is offered the money in another quarter. "

This was a heavy blow, and sent them all to bed more or less despondent. 

The next day brought a long letter from Edouard to Rose, telling her hehad found his uncle crusty at first; but at last with a little patience, and the co-operation of Martha, his uncle's old servant, and his nurse, the old boy had come round. They might look on the affair as all butsettled. 

The contents of this letter were conveyed to the baroness. The housebrightened under it: the more so that there was some hope of theirsuccessful champion returning in person next day. Meantime Perrin hadapplied to Raynal for the immediate loan of a large sum of money onexcellent security. Raynal refused plump. Perrin rode away disconsolate. 

But the next day he returned to the charge with another proposal: andthe nature of this second proposal we shall learn from events. 

The day Edouard was expected opened deliciously. It was a balmy morning, and tempted the sisters out before breakfast. They strolled on thesouth terrace with their arms round each other's waists, talking aboutEdouard, and wondering whether they should really see him before night. Rose owned she had missed him, and confessed for the first time she wasa proud and happy girl. 

"May I tell him so?" asked Josephine. 

"Not for all the world. Would you dare?"

Further discussion of that nice point was stopped by the baroness comingout, leaning on Dr. Aubertin. 

Then--how we young people of an unceremonious age should havestared--the demoiselles de Beaurepaire, inasmuch as this was theirmother's first appearance, lowered their fair heads at the same timelike young poplars bowing to the wind, and so waited reverently till shehad slightly lifted her hands, and said, "God bless you, my children!"

It was done in a moment on both sides, but full of grace and piety, andthe charm of ancient manners. 

"How did our dear mother sleep?" inquired Josephine. Aubertin interposedwith a theory that she slept very well indeed if she took what he gaveher. 

"Ay, IF, " suggested Rose, saucily. 

"I slept, " said the baroness, "and I wish I had not for I dreamed anugly dream. " They all gathered round her, and she told her dream. 

"I thought I was with you all in this garden. I was admiring the flowersand the trees, and the birds were singing with all their might. Suddenlya dark cloud came; it cleared almost directly; but flowers, trees, sky, and birds were gone now, and I could see the chateau itself no more. Itmeans that I was dead. An ugly dream, my children, an ugly dream. "

"But only a dream, dear mother, " said Rose: then with a sweet, consolingsmile, "See, here is your terrace and your chateau. "

"And here are your daughters, " said Josephine; and they both cameand kissed her to put their existence out of doubt. "And here is yourAesculapius, " said Aubertin. "And here is your Jacintha. "

"Breakfast, madame, " said Jacintha. "Breakfast, mesdemoiselles. Breakfast, monsieur:" dropping each a distinct courtesy in turn. 

"She has turned the conversation very agreeably, " said the baroness, andwent in leaning on her old friend. 

But the sisters lagged behind and took several turns in silence. Rosewas the first to speak. "How superstitious of you!"

"I said nothing. "

"No; but you looked volumes at me while mamma was telling her dream. Formy part I feel sure love is stronger than hate; and we shall stay allour days in this sweet place: and O Josey! am I not a happy girl thatit's all owing to HIM!"

At this moment Jacintha came running towards them. They took it for asummons to breakfast, and moved to meet her. But they soon saw she wasalmost as white as her apron, and she came open-mouthed and wringing herhands. "What shall I do? what shall I do? Oh, don't let my poor mistressknow!"

They soon got from her that Dard had just come from the town, andlearned the chateau was sold, and the proprietor coming to takepossession this very day. The poor girls were stupefied by the blow. 

If anything, Josephine felt it worst. "It is my doing, " she gasped, andtottered fainting. Rose supported her: she shook it off by a violenteffort. "This is no time for weakness, " she cried, wildly; "come to thePleasaunce; there is water there. I love my mother. What will I not dofor her? I love my mother. "

Muttering thus wildly she made for the pond in the Pleasaunce. She hadno sooner turned the angle of the chateau than she started back witha convulsive cry, and her momentary feebleness left her directly; shecrouched against the wall and griped the ancient corner-stone with hertender hand till it powdered, and she spied with dilating eye into thePleasaunce, Rose and Jacintha panting behind her. Two men stood withtheir backs turned to her looking at the oak-tree; one an officer infull uniform, the other the human snake Perrin. Though the soldier'sback was turned, his off-handed, peremptory manner told her he wasinspecting the place as its master. 

"The baroness! the baroness!" cried Jacintha, with horror. They lookedround, and the baroness was at their very backs. 

"What is it?" cried she, gayly. 

"Nothing, mamma. "

"Let me see this nothing. "

They glanced at one another, and, idle as the attempt was, the habitof sparing her prevailed, and they flung themselves between her and theblow. 

"Josephine is not well, " said Rose. "She wants to go in. " Both girlsfaced the baroness. 

"Jacintha, " said the baroness, "fetch Dr. Aubertin. There, I have senther away. So now tell me, why do you drive me back so? Something hashappened, " and she looked keenly from one to the other. 

"O mamma! do not go that way: there are strangers in the Pleasaunce. "

"Let me see. So there are. Call Jacintha back that I may order thesepeople out of my premises. " Josephine implored her to be calm. 

"Be calm when impertinent intruders come into my garden?"

"Mother, they are not intruders. "

"What do you mean?"

"They have a right to be in our Pleasaunce. They have bought thechateau. "

"It is impossible. HE was to buy it for us--there is some mistake--whatman would kill a poor old woman like me? I will speak to this gentleman:he wears a sword. Soldiers do not trample on women. Ah! that man. "

The notary, attracted by her voice, was coming towards her, a paper inhis hand. 

Raynal coolly inspected the tree, and tapped it with his scabbard, andleft Perrin to do the dirty work. The notary took off his hat, and, witha malignant affectation of respect, presented the baroness with a paper. 

The poor old thing took it with a courtesy, the effect of habit, andread it to her daughters as well as her emotion permitted, and thelanguage, which was as new to her as the dialect of Cat Island toColumbus. 

"Jean Raynal, domiciled by right, and lodging in fact at the Chateauof Beaurepaire, acting by the pursuit and diligence of Master Perrin, notary; I, Guillaume Le Gras, bailiff, give notice to Josephine AglaeSt. Croix de Beaurepaire, commonly called the Baroness de Beaurepaire, having no known place of abode"--

"Oh!"

"But lodging wrongfully at the said Chateau of Beaurepaire, that she iswarned to decamp within twenty-four hours"--

"To decamp!"

"Failing which that she will be thereto enforced in the manner for thatcase made and provided with the aid of all the officers and agents ofthe public force. "

"Ah! no, messieurs, pray do not use force. I am frightened enoughalready. I did not know I was doing anything wrong. I have been herethirty years. But, since Beaurepaire is sold, I comprehend perfectlythat I must go. It is just. As you say, I am not in my own house. I willgo, gentlemen, I will go. Whither shall I go, my children? The housewhere you were born to me is ours no longer. Excuse me, gentlemen--thisis nothing to you. Ah! sir, you have revenged yourself on two weakwomen--may Heaven forgive you!"

The notary turned on his heel. The poor baroness, all whose pride theiron law, with its iron gripe, had crushed into dismay and terror, appealed to him. "O sir! send me from the house, but not from the soilwhere my Henri is laid! is there not in all this domain a corner whereshe who was its mistress may lie down and die? Where is the NEW BARON, that I may ask this favor of him on my knees?"

She turned towards Raynal and seemed to be going towards him withoutstretched arms. But Rose checked her with fervor. "Mamma! do notlower yourself. Ask nothing of these wretches. Let us lose all, but notforget ourselves. "

The baroness had not her daughter's spirit. Her very person totteredunder this blow. Josephine supported her, and the next moment Aubertincame out and hastened to her side. Her head fell back; what littlestrength she had failed her; she was half lifted, half led, into thehouse. 

Commandant Raynal was amazed at all this, and asked what the deuce wasthe matter. 

"Oh!" said the notary, "we are used to these little scenes in ourbusiness. "

"But I am not, " replied the soldier. "You never told me there was to beall this fuss. "

He then dismissed his friend rather abruptly and strode up and down thePleasaunce. He twisted his mustaches, muttered, and "pested, " andwas ill at ease. Accustomed to march gayly into a town, and see theregiment, that was there before, marching gayly out, or vice versa, andto strike tents twice a quarter at least, he was little prepared forsuch a scene as this. True, he did not hear all the baroness's words, but more than one tone of sharp distress reached him where he stood, andthe action of the whole scene was so expressive, there was little needof words. He saw the notice given; the dismay it caused, and the oldlady turn imploringly towards him with a speaking gesture, and above allhe saw her carried away, half fainting, her hands clasped, herreverend face pale. He was not a man of quick sensibilities. He did notthoroughly take the scene in at first: it grew upon him afterwards. 

"Confound it, " thought he, "I am the proprietor. They all say so. Instead of which I feel like a thief. Fancy her getting so fond of aPLACE as all this. "

Presently it occurred to him that the shortness of the notice mighthave much to do with her distress. "These notaries, " said he to himself, "understand nothing save law: women have piles of baggage, and can'tstrike tents directly the order comes, as we can. Perhaps if I were togive them twenty-four days instead of hours?--hum!"

With this the commandant fell into a brown study. Now each of us has hisattitude of brown study. One runs about the room like hyena in his den;another stands stately with folded arms (this one seldom thinks to thepurpose); another sits cross-legged, brows lowered: another must puthis head into his hand, and so keep it up to thinking mark: another musttwiddle a bit of string, or a key; grant him this, he can hatch an epic. This commandant must draw himself up very straight, and walk six pacesand back very slowly, till the problem was solved: I suspect he had donea good bit of sentinel work in his time. 

Now whilst he was guarding the old oak-tree, for all the world as ifit had been the gate of the Tuileries or the barracks, Josephine deBeaurepaire came suddenly out from the house and crossed the Pleasaunce:her hair was in disorder, her manner wild: she passed swiftly into thepark. 

Raynal recognized her as one of the family; and after a moment'sreflection followed her into the park with the good-natured intention ofoffering her a month to clear out instead of a day. 

But it was not so easy to catch her: she flew. He had to take hisscabbard in his left hand and fairly run after her. Before he couldcatch her, she entered the little chapel. He came up and had his foot onthe very step to go in, when he was arrested by that he heard within. 

Josephine had thrown herself on her knees and was praying aloud: prayingto the Virgin with sighs and sobs and all her soul: wrestling so inprayer with a dead saint as by a strange perversity men cannot or willnot wrestle with Him, who alone can hear a million prayers at once froma million different places, --can realize and be touched with a senseof all man's infirmities in a way no single saint with his partialexperience of them can realize and be touched by them; who unaskedsuspended the laws of nature that had taken a stranger's only son, andshe a widow; and wept at another great human sorrow, while the eyes ofall the great saints that stood around it and Him were dry. 

Well, the soldier stood, his right foot on the step and his sword inhis left hand, transfixed: listening gravely to the agony of prayer theinnocent young creature poured forth within:--

"O Madonna! hear me: it is for my mother's life. She will die--she willdie. You know she cannot live if she is taken away from her house andfrom this holy place where she prays to you this many years. O Queenof Heaven! put out your hand to us unfortunates! Virgin, hear a virgin:mother, listen to a child who prays for her mother's life! The doctorsays she will not live away from here. She is too old to wander over theworld. Let them drive us forth: we are young, but not her, mother, oh, not her! Forgive the cruel men that do this thing!--they are like thosewho crucified your Son--they know not what they are doing. But you, Queen of Heaven, you know all; and, sweet mother, if you have kindsentiments towards me, poor Josephine, ah! show them now: for you knowthat it was I who insulted that wicked notary, and it is out of hatredto me he has sold our beloved house to a hard stranger. Look down on me, a child who loves her mother, yet will destroy her unless you pity meand help me. Oh! what shall I say?--what shall I do? mercy! mercy! formy poor mother, for me!"

Here her utterance was broken by sobs. 

The soldier withdrew his foot quietly. Her words had knocked againsthis very breast-bone. He marched slowly to and fro before the chapel, upright as a dart, and stiff as a ramrod, and actually pale: for evenour nerves have their habits; a woman's passionate grief shook him as acannon fired over his head could not. 

Josephine little thought who was her sentinel. She came to the doorat last, and there he was marching backwards and forwards, upright andstiff. She gave a faint scream and drew back with a shudder at the sightof their persecutor. She even felt faintish at him, as women will insuch cases. 

Not being very quick at interpreting emotion, Raynal noticed her alarm, but not her repugnance; he saluted her with military precision bytouching his cap as only a soldier can, and said rather gently for him, "A word with you, mademoiselle. "

She replied only by trembling. 

"Don't be frightened, " said Raynal, in a tone not very reassuring. "Ipropose an armistice. "

"I am at your disposal, sir, " said Josephine, now assuming a calmnessthat was belied by the long swell of her heaving bosom. 

"Of course you look on me as an enemy. "

"How can I do otherwise, sir? yet perhaps I ought not. You did not knowus. You just wanted an estate, I suppose--and--oh!"

"Well, don't cry; and let us come to the point, since I am a man of fewwords. "

"If you please, sir. My mother may miss me. "

"Well, I was in position on your flank when the notary delivered hisfire. And I saw the old woman's distress. "

"Ah, sir!"

"When you came flying out I followed to say a good word to you. I couldnot catch you. I listened while you prayed to the Virgin. That was not asoldier-like trick, you will say. I confess it. "

"It matters little, sir, and you heard nothing I blush for. "

"No! by St. Denis; quite the contrary. Well, to the point. Young lady, you love your mother. "

"What has she on earth now but her children's love?"

"Now look here, young lady, I had a mother; I loved her in my humdrumway very dearly. She promised me faithfully not to die till I should bea colonel; and she went and died before I was a commandant, even; justbefore, too. "

"Then I pity you, " murmured Josephine; and her soft purple eye began todwell on him with less repugnance. 

"Thank you for that word, my good young lady, " said Raynal. "Now, Ideclare, you are the first that has said that word to me about my losingthe true friend, that nursed me on her knee, and pinched and pinched tomake a man of me. I should like to tell you about her and me. "

"I shall feel honored, " said Josephine, politely, but with considerablerestraint. 

Then he told her all about how he had vexed her when he was a boy, andgone for a soldier, though she was all for trade, and how he hadbeen the more anxious to see her enjoy his honors and success. "And, mademoiselle, " said he, appealingly, "the day this epaulet was put on myshoulder in Italy, she died in Paris. Ah! how could you have the heartto do that, my old woman?"

The soldier's mustache quivered, and he turned away brusquely, andtook several steps. Then he came back to Josephine, and to his infinitesurprise saw that her purple eyes were thick with tears. "What? you arewithin an inch of crying for my mother, you who have your own trouble atthis hour. "

"Monsieur, our situations are so alike, I may well spare some littlesympathy for your misfortune. "

"Thank you, my good young lady. Well, then, to business; while you werepraying to the Virgin, I was saying a word or two for my part to her whois no more. "

"Sir!"

"Oh! it was nothing beautiful like the things you said to the other. Can I turn phrases? I saw her behind her little counter in the RueQuincampoix; for she is a woman of the people, is my mother. I sawmyself come to the other side of the counter, and I said, 'Look here, mother, here is the devil to pay about this new house. The old womantalks of dying if we take her from her home, and the young one weepsand prays to all the saints in paradise; what shall we do, eh?' ThenI thought my old woman said to me, 'Jean, you are a soldier, a sort ofvagabond; what do you want with a house in France? you who are always ina tent in Italy or Austria, or who knows where. Have you the courage togive honest folk so much pain for a caprice? Come now, ' says she, 'thelady is of my age, say you, and I can't keep your fine house, becauseGod has willed it otherwise; so give her my place; so then you can fancyit is me you have set down at your hearth: that will warm your heart upa bit, you little scamp, ' said my old woman in her rough way. She wasnot well-bred like you, mademoiselle. A woman of the people, nothingmore. "

"She was a woman of God's own making, if she was like that, " criedJosephine, the tears now running down her cheeks. 

"Ah, that she was, she was. So between her and me it is settled--whatare you crying for NOW? why, you have won the day; the field is yours;your mother and you remain; I decamp. " He whipped his scabbard up withhis left hand, and was going off without another word, if Josephine hadnot stopped him. 

"But, sir, what am I to think? what am I to hope? it is impossible thatin this short interview--and we must not forget what is due to you. Youhave bought the estate. "

"True; well, we will talk over that, to-morrow; but being turned out ofthe house, that was the bayonet thrust to the old lady. So you run inand put her heart at rest about it. Tell her that she may live and diein this house for Jean Raynal; and tell her about the old woman in theRue Quincampoix. "

"God bless you, Jean Raynal!" cried Josephine, clasping her hands. 

"Are you going?" said he, peremptorily. 

"Oh, yes!" and she darted towards the chateau. 

But when she had taken three steps she paused, and seemed irresolute. She turned, and in a moment she had glided to Raynal again and had takenhis hand before he could hinder her, and pressed two velvet lips on it, and was away again, her cheeks scarlet at what she had done, and her weteyes beaming with joy. She skimmed the grass like a lapwing; you wouldhave taken her at this minute for Rose, or for Virgil's Camilla; at thegate she turned an instant and clasped her hands together, with such alook, to show Raynal she blessed him again, then darted into the house. 

"Aha, my lady, " said he, as he watched her fly, "behold you changed alittle since you came out. " He was soon on the high road marchingdown to the town at a great rate, his sword clanking, and thus ran histhoughts: "This does one good; you are right, my old woman. Your son'sbosom feels as warm as toast. Long live the five-franc pieces! And theypretend money cannot make a fellow happy. They lie; it is because theydo not know how to spend it. "

Meantime at the chateau, as still befalls in emergencies and trials, the master spirit came out and took its real place. Rose was now themistress of Beaurepaire; she set Jacintha, and Dard, and the doctor, to pack up everything of value in the house. "Do it this moment!" shecried; "once that notary gets possession of the house, it may be toolate. Enough of folly and helplessness. We have fooled away house andlands; our movables shall not follow them. "

The moment she had set the others to work, she wrote a single line toRiviere to tell him the chateau and lands were sold, and would he cometo Beaurepaire at once? She ran with it herself to Bigot's auberge, thenearest post-office, and then back to comfort her mother. 

The baroness was seated in her arm-chair, moaning and wringing herhands, and Rose was nursing and soothing her, and bathing her templeswith her last drop of eau de Cologne, and trying in vain to put some ofher own courage into her, when in came Josephine radiant with happiness, crying "Joy! joy! joy!" and told her strange tale, with this difference, that she related her own share in it briefly and coldly, and was moreeloquent than I about the strange soldier's goodness, and the interesther mother had awakened in his heart. And she told about the old womanin the Rue Quincampoix, her rugged phrases, and her noble, tender heart. The baroness, deaf to Rose's consolations, brightened up directly atJosephine's news, and at her glowing face, as she knelt pouring the goodnews, and hope, and comfort, point blank into her. But Rose chilled themboth. 

"It is a generous offer, " said, she, "but one we cannot accept. Wecannot live under so great an obligation. Is all the generosity to be onthe side of this Bonapartist? Are we noble in name only? What would ourfather have said to such a proposal?"

Josephine hung her head. The baroness groaned. 

"No, mother, " continued Rose; "let house and land go, but honor and truenobility remain. "

"What shall I do? you are cruel to me, Rose. "

"Mamma, " cried the enthusiastic girl, "we need depend on no one. Josephine and I have youth and spirit. "

"But no money. "

"We have plenty of jewels, and pictures, and movables. We can take afarm. "

"A farm!" shrieked the baroness. 

"Why, his uncle has a farm, and we have had recourse to him for help:better a farmhouse than an almshouse, though that almshouse were apalace instead of a chateau. "

Josephine winced and held up her hand deprecatingly. The baroness paled:it was a terrible stroke of language to come from her daughter. She saidsternly, "There is no answer to that. We were born nobles, let us diefarmers: only permit me to die first. "

"Forgive me, mother, " said Rose, kneeling. "I was wrong; it is for meto obey you, not to dictate. I speak no more. " And, after kissing hermother and Josephine, she crept away, but she left her words sticking inboth their consciences. 

"HIS uncle, " said the shrewd old lady. "She is no longer a child; andshe says his uncle. This makes me half suspect it is her that dearboy--Josephine, tell me the truth, which of you is it?"

"Dear mother, who should it be? they are nearly of an age: and what manwould not love our sweet Rose, that had eyes or a heart?"

The baroness sighed deeply; and was silent. After awhile she said, "Themoment they have a lover, he detaches their hearts from their poor oldmother. She is no longer what my Josephine is to me. "

"Mamma, she is my superior. I see it more and more every day. She isproud: she is just; she looks at both sides. As for me, I am too apt tosee only what will please those I love. "

"And that is the daughter for me, " cried the poor baroness, opening herarms wide to her. 

The next morning when they were at breakfast, in came Jacintha to saythe officer was in the dining-room and wanted to speak with the younglady he talked to yesterday. Josephine rose and went to him. "Well, mademoiselle, " said he gayly, "the old woman was right. Here I have justgot my orders to march: to leave France in a month. A pretty businessit would have been if I had turned your mother out. So you see there isnothing to hinder you from living here. "

"In your house, sir?"

"Why not, pray?"

"Forgive us. But we feel that would be unjust to you, humiliating to us:the poor are sometimes proud. "

"Of course they are, " said Raynal: "and I don't want to offend yourpride. Confound the house: why did I go and buy it? It is no use tome except to give pain to worthy people. " He then, after a moment'sreflection, asked her if the matter could not be arranged by some thirdparty, a mutual friend. "Then again, " said he, "I don't know any friendof yours. "

"Yes, sir, " said Josephine; "we have one friend, who knows you, andesteems you highly. "

She wanted to name Edouard; but she hesitated, and asked her conscienceif it was fair to name him: and while she blushed and hesitated, lo andbehold a rival referee hove in sight. Raynal saw him, suddenly opened awindow, and shouted, "Hallo come in here: you are wanted. "

Perrin had ridden up to complete the exodus of the De Beaurepaires, andwas strolling about inspecting the premises he had expelled them from. 

Here was a pretty referee!

Josephine almost screamed--"What are you doing? that is our enemy, ourbitterest enemy. He has only sold you the estate to spite us, not forthe love of you. I had--we had--we mortified his vanity. It was not ourfault: he is a viper. Sir, pray, pray, pray be on your guard against hiscounsels. "

These words spoken with rare fire and earnestness carried conviction:but it was too late to recall the invitation. The notary entered theroom, and was going to bow obsequiously to Raynal, when he caught sightof Josephine, and almost started. Raynal, after Josephine's warning, wasa little at a loss how to make him available; and even that short delaygave the notary's one foible time to lead him into temptation. "Ourfoibles are our manias. "

"So, " said he, "you have taken possession, commandant. These militarymen are prompt, are they not, mademoiselle?"

"Do not address yourself to me, sir, I beg, " said Josephine quietly. 

Perrin kept his self-command. "It is only as Commandant Raynal's agentI presume to address so distinguished a lady: in that character I mustinform you that whatever movables you have removed are yours: those wefind in the house on entering we keep. "

"Come, come, not so fast, " cried Raynal; "bother the chairs and tables!that is not the point. "

"Commandant, " said the notary with dignity, "have I done anything tomerit this? have I served your interests so ill that you withdraw yourconfidence from me?"

"No, no, my good fellow; but you exceed your powers. Just now I want youto take orders, not give them. "

"That is only just, " said Perrin, "and I recall my hasty remark: excusethe susceptibility of a professional man, who is honored with the esteemof his clients; and favor me with your wishes. "

"All right, " said Raynal heartily. "Well, then--I want mademoiselleand her family to stay here while I go to Egypt with the First Consul. Mademoiselle makes difficulties; it offends her delicacy. "

"Comedy!" said the notary contemptuously. 

"Though her mother's life depends on her staying here. "

"Comedy!" said Perrin. Raynal frowned. 

"Her pride (begging her pardon) is greater than her affection. "

"Farce!"

"I have pitched upon you to reconcile the two. "

"Then you have pitched upon the wrong man, " said Perrin bluntly. Headded obsequiously, "I am too much your friend. She has been talking youover, no doubt; but you have a friend, an Ulysses, who is deaf to thesiren's voice. I will be no party to such a transaction. I will notco-operate to humbug my friend and rob him of his rights. "

If Josephine was inferior to the notary in petty sharpness, she washis superior in the higher kinds of sagacity; and particularly ininstinctive perception of character. Her eye flashed with delight at theline Perrin was now taking with Raynal. The latter speedily justifiedher expectations: he just told Perrin to be off, and send him a moreaccommodating notary. 

"A more accommodating notary!" screamed Perrin, stung to madness bythis reproach. "There is not a more accommodating notary in Europe. Ungrateful man! is this the return for all my zeal, my integrity, myunselfishness? Is there another agent in the world who would have letsuch a bargain as Beaurepaire fall into your hands? It serves me rightfor deviating from the rules of business. Send me another agent--oh!"

The honest soldier was confused. The lawyer's eloquence overpoweredhim. He felt guilty. Josephine saw his simplicity, and made a cut witha woman's two-edged sword. "Sir, " said she coolly, "do you not see it isan affair of money? This is his way of saying, Pay me handsomely for sounusual a commission. "

"And I'll pay him double, " cried Raynal, catching the idea; "don't bealarmed, I'll pay you for it. "

"And my zeal, my devotion?"

"Put 'em in figures. "

"And my prob--?"

"Add it up. "

"And my integ--?"

"Add them together: and don't bother me. "

"I see! I see! my poor soldier. You are no match for a woman's tongue. "

"Nor, for a notary's. Go to h---, and send in your bill!" roared thesoldier in a fury. "Well, will you go?" and he marched at him. 

The notary scuttled out, with something between a snarl and a squeak. 

Josephine hid her face in her hands. 

"What is the matter with you?" inquired Raynal. "Not crying again, surely!"

"Me! I never cry--hardly. I hid my face because I could not helplaughing. You frightened me, sir, " said she: then very demurely, "I wasafraid you were going to beat him. "

"No, no; a good soldier never leathers a civilian if he can possiblyhelp it; it looks so bad; and before a lady!"

"Oh, I would have forgiven you, monsieur, " said Josephine benignly, andsomething like a little sun danced in her eye. 

"Now, mademoiselle, since my referee has proved a pig, it is your turn. Choose you a mutual friend. "

Josephine hesitated. "Ours is so young. You know him very well. Youare doubtless the commandant of whom I once heard him speak with suchadmiration: his name is Riviere, Edouard Riviere. "

"Know him? he is my best officer, out and out. " And without a moment'shesitation he took Edouard's present address, and accepted that youthfulDaniel as their referee; then looked at his watch and marched off to hispublic duties with sabre clanking at his heels. 

The notary went home gnashing his teeth. His sweet revenge was turned towormwood this day. Raynal's parting commissions rang in his ear; in hisbitter mood the want of logical sequence in the two orders disgustedhim. 

So he inverted them. 

He sent in a thundering bill the very next morning, but postponed theother commission till his dying day. 

As for Josephine, she came into the drawing-room beaming with loveand happiness, and after kissing both her mother and Rose with gentleviolence, she let them know the strange turn things had taken. 

And she whispered to Rose, "Only think, YOUR Edouard to be OUR referee!"

Rose blushed and bent over her work; and wondered how Edouard woulddischarge so grave an office. 

The matter approached a climax; for, as the reader is aware, Edouard washourly expected at Beaurepaire. 

He did not come; but it was not his fault. On receiving Rose's letter hedeclined to stay another hour at his uncle's. 

He flung himself on his horse; and, before he was well settled on thestirrups, the animal shied violently at a wheelbarrow some fool had leftthere; and threw Edouard on the stones of the courtyard. He jumped up ina moment and laughed at Marthe's terror; meantime a farm-servant caughtthe nag and brought him back to his work. 

But when Edouard went to put his hand on the saddle, he found it wouldnot obey him. "Wait a minute, " said he; "my arm is benumbed. "

"Let me see!" said the farmer, and examined the limb himself; "benumbed?yes; and no wonder. Jacques, get on the brute and ride for the surgeon. "

"Are you mad, uncle?" cried Edouard. "I can't spare my horse, and I wantno surgeon; it will be well directly. "

"It will be worse before it is better. "

"I don't know what you mean, uncle; it is only numbed, ah! it hurts whenI rub it. "

"It is worse than numbed, boy; it is broken. "

"Broken? nonsense:" and he looked at it in piteous bewilderment: "howcan it be broken? it does not hurt except when I touch it. "

"It WILL hurt: I know all about it. I broke mine fifteen years ago: felloff a haystack. "

"Oh, how unfortunate I am!" cried Edouard, piteously. "But I will go toBeaurepaire all the same. I can have the thing mended there, as well ashere. "

"You will go to bed, " said the old man, quietly; "that is where YOU'LLgo. "

"I'll go to blazes sooner, " yelled the young one. 

The old man made a signal to his myrmidons, whom Marthe's cries hadbrought around, and four stout fellows took hold of Edouard by the legsand the left shoulder and carried him up-stairs raging and kicking; anddeposited him on a bed. 

Presently he began to feel faint, and so more reasonable. They cut hiscoat off, and put him in a loose wrapper, and after considerable delaythe surgeon came, and set his arm skilfully, and behold this ardentspirit caged. He chafed and fretted sadly. Fortitude was not his forte. 

It was two days after his accident. He was lying on his back, environedby slops and cursing his evil fate, and fretting his soul out of itsfleshly prison, when suddenly he heard a cheerful trombone saying threewords to Marthe, then came a clink-clank, and Marthe ushered into thesickroom the Commandant Raynal. The sick man raised himself in bed, withgreat surprise and joy. 

"O commandant! this is kind to come and see your poor officer inpurgatory. "

"Ah, " cried Raynal, "you see I know what it is. I have been chained downby the arm, and the leg, and all: it is deadly tiresome. "

"Tiresome! it is--it is--oh, dear commandant, Heaven bless you forcoming!"

"Ta! ta! ta! I am come on my own business. "

"All the better. I have nothing to do; that is what kills me. I'm eatingmy own heart. "

"Cannibal! Well, my lad, since you are in that humor, cheer up, for Ibring you a job, and a tough one; it has puzzled me. "

"What is it, commandant? What is it?"

"Well, do you know a house and a family called Beaurepaire?"

"Do I know Beaurepaire?"

And the pale youth turned very red; and stared with awe at this wizardof a commandant. He thought he was going to be called over the coals forfrequenting a disaffected family. "Well, " said Raynal, "I have been andbought this Beaurepaire. "

Edouard uttered a loud exclamation. "It was YOU bought it! she nevertold me that. "

"Yes, " said Raynal, "I am the culprit; and we have fixed on you to undomy work without hurting their pride too much, poor souls; but let usbegin with the facts. "

Then Raynal told him my story after his fashion. Of course I shall notgo and print his version; you might like his concise way better than myverbose; and I'm not here to hold up any man's coat-tails. Short as hemade it, Edouard's eyes were moist more than once; and at the end hecaught Raynal's hand and kissed it. Then he asked time to reflect;"for, " said he, "I must try and be just. "

"I'll give you an hour, " said Raynal, with an air of grand munificence. The only treasure he valued was time. 

In less than an hour Edouard had solved the knot, to his entiresatisfaction; he even gave the commandant particular instructions forcarrying out his sovereign decree. Raynal received these orders fromhis subordinate with that simplicity which formed part of his amazingcharacter, and rode home relieved of all responsibility in the matter. 

COMMANDANT RAYNAL TO MADEMOISELLE DE BEAUREPAIRE. 

Mademoiselle, --Before I could find time to write to our referee, newscame in that he had just broken his arm;--

"Oh! oh, dear! our poor Edouard!"

And if poor Edouard had seen the pale faces, and heard the falteringaccents, it would have reconciled him to his broken arm almost. Thishand-grenade the commandant had dropped so coolly among them, it was along while ere they could recover from it enough to read the rest of theletter, --

So I rode over to him, and found him on his back, fretting for want ofsomething to do. I told him the whole story. He undertook the business. I have received his instructions, and next week shall be at his quartersto clear off his arrears of business, and make acquaintance with allyour family, if they permit. 

RAYNAL. 

As the latter part of this letter seemed to require a reply, thebaroness wrote a polite note, and Jacintha sent Dard to leave it for thecommandant at Riviere's lodgings. But first they all sat down and wrotekind and pitying and soothing letters to Edouard. Need I say theseletters fell upon him like balm?

They all inquired carelessly in their postscripts what he had decidedas their referee. He replied mysteriously that they would know that ina week or two. Meantime, all he thought it prudent to tell them was thathe had endeavored to be just to both parties. 

"Little solemn puppy, " said Rose, and was racked with curiosity. 

Next week Raynal called on the baroness. She received him alone. Theytalked about Madame Raynal. The next day he dined with the whole party, and the commandant's manners were the opposite of what the baronesshad inculcated. But she had a strong prejudice in his favor. Had herfeelings been the other way his brusquerie would have shocked her. Itamused her. If people's hearts are with you, THAT for their heads!

He came every day for a week, chatted with the baroness, walked with theyoung ladies; and when after work he came over in the evening, Roseused to cross-examine him, and out came such descriptions of battles andsieges, such heroism and such simplicity mixed, as made the evening passdelightfully. On these occasions the young ladies fixed their glowingeyes on him, and drank in his character as well as his narrative, inwhich were fewer "I's" than in anything of the sort you ever read orheard. 

At length Rose contrived to draw him aside, and, hiding her curiosityunder feigned nonchalance, asked him what the referee had decided. Hetold her that was a secret for the present. 

"Well, but, " said Rose, "not from me. Edouard and I have no secrets. "

"Come, that's good, " said Raynal. "Why, you are the very one he warnedme against the most; said you were as curious as Mother Eve, and assharp as her needle. "

"Then he is a little scurrilous traitor, " cried Rose, turning very red. "So that is how he talks of me behind my back, and calls me an angel tomy face; I'll pay him for this. Do tell me, commandant; never mind whatHE says. "

"What! disobey orders?"

"Orders? to you from that boy!"

"Oh!" said Raynal, "for that matter, we soldiers are used to command onemoment, and obey the next. "

In a word, this military pedant was impracticable, and Rose gave him upin disgust, and began to call up a sulky look when the other two sanghis praises. For the old lady pronounced him charming, and Josephinesaid he was a man of crystal; never said a word he did not mean, andshe wished she was like him. But the baroness thought this was going alittle too far. 

"No, thank you, " said she hastily; "he is a man, a thorough man. Hewould make an intolerable woman. A fine life if one had a parcel ofwomen about, all blurting out their real minds every moment, and neversmoothing matters. "

"Mamma, what a horrid picture!" chuckled Rose. 

She then proposed that at his next visit they should all three make anearnest appeal to him to let them know what Edouard had decided. 

But Josephine begged to be excused, feared it would be hardly delicate;and said languidly that for her part she felt they were in good hands, and prescribed patience. The baroness acquiesced, and poor Rose and hercuriosity were baffled on every side. 

At last, one fine day, her torments were relieved without any furtherexertion on her part. Jacintha bounced into the drawing-room with anotice that the commandant wanted to speak to Josephine a minute out inthe Pleasaunce. 

"How droll he is, " said Rose; "fancy sending in for a young lady likethat. Don't go, Josephine; how, he would stare. "

"My dear, I no more dare disobey him than if I was one of his soldiers. "And she laid down her work, and rose quietly to do what she was bid. 

"Well, " said Rose, superciliously, "go to your commanding officer. And, O Josephine, if you are worth anything at all, do get out of him whatthat Edouard has settled. "

Josephine kissed her, and promised to try. After the first salutation, there was a certain hesitation about Raynal which Josephine had neverseen a trace of in him before; so, to put him at his ease, and at thesame time keep her promise to Rose, she asked timidly if their mutualfriend had been able to suggest anything. 

"What! don't you know that I have been acting all along upon hisinstructions?" answered Raynal. 

"No, indeed! and you have not told us what he advised. "

"Told you? why, of course not; they were secret instructions. Ihave obeyed one set, and now I come to the other; and there is thedifficulty, being a kind of warfare I know nothing about. "

"It must be savage warfare, then, " suggested the lady politely. 

"Not a bit of it. Now, who would have thought I was such a coward?"

Josephine was mystified; however, she made a shrewd guess. "Do youfear a repulse from any one of us? Then, I suppose, you meditate someextravagant act of generosity. "

"Not I. "

"Of delicacy, then. "

"Just the reverse. Confound the young dog! why is he not here to helpme?"

"But, after all, " suggested Josephine, "you have only to carry out hisinstructions. "

"That is true! that is true! but when a fellow is a coward, a poltroon, and all that sort of thing. "

This repeated assertion of cowardice on the part of the living Damascusblade that stood bolt-upright before her, struck Josephine as so funnythat she laughed merrily, and bade him fancy it was only a fort hewas attacking instead of the terrible Josephine; whom none but heroesfeared, she assured him. 

This encouragement, uttered in jest, was taken in earnest. The soldierthanked her, and rallied visibly at the comparison. "All right, " saidhe, "as you say, it is only a fort--so--mademoiselle!"

"Monsieur!"

"Hum! will you lend me your hand for a moment?"

"My hand! what for? there, " and she put it out an inch a minute. He tookit, and inspected it closely. 

"A charming hand; the hand of a virtuous woman?"

"Yes, " said Josephine as cool as a cucumber, too sublimely and absurdlyinnocent even to blush. 

"Is it your own?"

"Sir!" She blushed at that, I can tell you. 

"Because if it was, I would ask you to give it me. (I've fired the firstshot anyway. )"

Josephine whipped her hand off his palm, where it lay like cream spilton a trencher. 

"Ah! I see; you are not free: you have a lover. "

"No, no!" cried Josephine in distress; "I love nobody but my mother andsister: I never shall. "

"Your mother, " cried Raynal; "that reminds me; he told me to ask her;by Jove, I think he told me to ask her first;" and Raynal up with hisscabbard and was making off. 

Josephine begged him to do nothing of the kind. 

"I can save you the trouble, " said she. 

"Ah, but my instructions! my instructions!" cried the military pedant, and ran off into the house, and left Josephine "planted there, " as theysay in France. 

Raynal demanded a private interview of the baroness so significantlyand unceremoniously that Rose had no alternative but to retire, but notwithout a glance of defiance at the bear. She ran straight, without herbonnet, into the Pleasaunce to slake her curiosity at Josephine. Thatyoung lady was walking pensively, but turned at sight of Rose, and thesisters came together with a clash of tongues. 

"O Rose! he has"--

"Oh!"

So nimbly does the female mind run on its little beaten tracks, that ittook no more than those syllables for even these innocent young women tocommunicate that Raynal had popped. 

Josephine apologized for this weakness in a hero. "It wasn't his fault, "said she. "It is your Edouard who set him to do it. "

"My Edouard? Don't talk in that horrid way: I have no Edouard. You said'no' of course. "

"Something of the kind. "

"What, did you not say 'no' plump?"

"I did not say it brutally, dear. "

"Josephine, you frighten me. I know you can't say 'no' to any one; andif you don't say 'no' plump to such a man as this, you might as well say'yes. '"

"Well, love, " said Josephine, "you know our mother will relieve me ofthis; what a comfort to have a mother!"

They waited for Raynal's departure, to go to the baroness. They hadto wait a long time. Moreover, when he did leave the chateau he camestraight into the Pleasaunce. At sight of him Rose seized Josephinetight and bade her hold her tongue, as she could not say "no" plumpto any one. Josephine was far from raising any objection to thearrangement. 

"Monsieur, " said Rose, before he could get a word out, "even if she hadnot declined, I could not consent. "

Raynal tapped his forehead reflectively, and drew forth from memory thathe had no instructions whatever to ask HER consent. 

She colored high, but returned to the charge. 

"Is her own consent to be dispensed with too? She declined the honor, did she not?"

"Of course she did; but this was anticipated in my instructions. I am tobe sure and not take the first two or three refusals. "

"O Josephine, look at that insolent boy: he has found you out. "

"Insolent boy!" cried Raynal; "why, it is the referee of your ownchoosing, and as well behaved a lad as ever I saw, and a zealousofficer. "

"My kind friends, " put in Josephine with a sweet languor, "I cannot letyou quarrel about a straw. "

"It is not about a straw, " said Raynal, "it is about you. "

"The distinction involves a compliment, sir, " said Josephine; then sheturned to Rose, "Is it possible you do not see Monsieur Raynal's strangeproposal in its true light? and you so shrewd in general. He has nopersonal feeling whatever in this eccentric proceeding: he wants to makeus all happy, especially my mother, without seeming to lay us under toogreat an obligation. Surely good-nature was never carried so far before;ha, ha! Monsieur, I will encumber you with my friendship forever, if youpermit me, but farther than that I will not abuse your generosity. "

"Now look here, mademoiselle, " began Raynal bluntly, "I did start witha good motive at first, that there's no denying. But, since I have beenevery day in your company, and seen how good and kind you are to allabout you, I have turned selfish; and I say to myself, what a comfortsuch a wife as you would be to a soldier! Why, only to have you towrite letters home to, would be worth half a fellow's pay. Do you knowsometimes when I see the fellows writing their letters it gives me aknock here to think I have no one at all to write to. "

Josephine sighed. 

"So you see I am not so mighty disinterested. Now, mademoiselle, youspeak so charmingly, I can't tell what you mean: can't tell whetheryou say 'no' because you could never like me, or whether it is out ofdelicacy, and you only want pressing. So I say no more at present: it isa standing offer. Take a day to consider. Take two if you like. I mustgo to the barracks; good-day. "

"Oh! this must be put an end to at once, " said Rose. 

"With all my heart, " replied Josephine; "but how?"

"Come to our mother, and settle that, " said the impetuous sister, andnearly dragged the languid one into the drawing-room. 

To their surprise they found the baroness walking up and down the roomwith unusual alacrity for a person of her years. She no sooner caughtsight of Josephine than she threw her arms open to her with joyfulvivacity, and kissed her warmly. "My love, you have saved us. I am ahappy old woman. If I had all France to pick from I could not have founda man so worthy of my Josephine. He is brave, he is handsome, he isyoung, he is a rising man, he is a good son, and good sons make goodhusbands--and--I shall die at Beaurepaire, shall I not, Madame theCommandante?"

Josephine held her mother round the neck, but never spoke. After asilence she held her tighter, and cried a little. 

"What is it?" asked the baroness confidentially of Rose, but withoutshowing any very profound concern. 

"Mamma! mamma! she does not love him. "

"Love him? She would be no daughter of mine if she loved a man at sight. A modest woman loves her husband only. "

"But she scarcely knows Monsieur Raynal. "

"She knows more of him than I knew of your father when I married him. She knows his virtues and appreciates them. I have heard her, haveI not, love? Esteem soon ripens into love when they are once fairlymarried. "

"Mother, does her silence then tell you nothing? Her tears--are theynothing to you?"

"Silly child! These are tears that do not scald. The sweet soul weepsbecause she now for the first time sees she will have to leave hermother. Alas! my eldest, it is inevitable. Mothers are not immortal. While they are here it is their duty to choose good husbands for theirdaughters. My youngest, I believe, has chosen for herself--like thenation. But for my eldest I choose. We shall see which chooses the best. Meantime we stay at Beaurepaire, thanks to my treasure here. "

"Josephine! Josephine! you don't say one word, " cried Rose in dismay. 

"What CAN I say? I love my mother and I love you. You draw me differentways. I want you to be both happy. "

"Then if you will not speak out I must. Mother, do not deceive yourself:it is duty alone that keeps her silent: this match is odious to her. "

"Then we are ruined. Josephine, is this match odious to you?"

"Not exactly odious: but I am very, very indifferent. "

"There!" cried Rose triumphantly. 

"There!" cried the baroness in the same breath, triumphantly. "Sheesteems his character; but his person is indifferent to her: in otherwords, she is a modest girl, and my daughter; and let me tell you, Rose, that but for the misfortunes of our house, both my daughters would bemarried as I was, without knowing half as much of their husbands asJosephine knows of this brave, honest, generous, filial gentleman. "

"Well, then, since she will not speak out, I will. Pity me: I love herso. If this stranger, whom she does not love, takes her away from us, hewill kill me. I shall die; oh!"

Josephine left her mother and went to console Rose. 

The baroness lost her temper at this last stroke of opposition. "Nowthe truth comes out, Rose; this is selfishness. Do not deceiveYOURself--selfishness!"

"Mamma!"

"You are only waiting to leave me yourself. Yet your eldest sister, forsooth, must be kept here for you, --till then. " She added more gently, "Let me advise you to retire to your own room, and examine your heartfairly. You will find there is a strong dash of egoism in all this. "

"If I do"--

"You will retract your opposition. "

"My heart won't let me; but I will despise myself, and be silent. "

And the young lady, who had dried her eyes the moment she was accusedof selfishness, walked, head erect, from the room. Josephine cast adeprecating glance at her mother. "Yes, my angel!" said the latter, "Iwas harsh. But we are no longer of one mind, and I suppose never shallbe again. "

"Oh, yes, we shall. Be patient! Mother--you shall not leaveBeaurepaire. "

The baroness colored faintly at these four last words of her daughter, and hung her head. 

Josephine saw that, and darted to her and covered her with kisses. 

That day the doctor scolded them both. "You have put your mother intoa high fever, " said he; "here's a pulse; I do wish you would be moreconsiderate. "

The commandant did not come to dinner as usual. The evening passedheavily; their hearts were full of uncertainty. 

"We miss our merry, spirited companion, " said the baroness with a grimlook at Rose. Both young ladies assented with ludicrous eagerness. 

That night Rose came and slept with Josephine, and more than once sheawoke with a start and seized Josephine convulsively and held her tight. 

Accused of egoism! at first her whole nature rose in arms against thecharge: but, after a while, coming as it did from so revered a person, it forced her to serious self-examination. The poor girl said toherself, "Mamma is a shrewd woman. Am I after all deceiving myself?Would she be happy, and am I standing in the way?" In the morning shebegged her sister to walk with her in the park, so that they might besafe from interruption. 

There, she said sadly, she could not understand her own sister. "Why areyou so calm and cold, while am I in tortures of anxiety? Have you madesome resolve and not confided it to your Rose?"

"No, love, " was the reply; "I am scarce capable of a resolution; I am amere thing that drifts. "

"Let me put it in other words, then. How will this end?"

"I hardly know. "

"Do you mean to marry Monsieur Raynal, then? answer me that. "

"No; but I should not wonder if he were to marry ME. "

"But you said 'no. '"

"Yes, I said 'no' once. "

"And don't you mean to say it again, and again, and again, till kingdomcome?"

"What is the use? you heard him say he would not desist any themore, and I care too little about the matter to go on persisting, andpersisting, and persisting. "

"Why not, if he goes on pestering, and pestering, and pestering?"

"Ah, he is like you, all energy, at all hours; but I have so littlewhere my heart is unconcerned: he seems, too, to have a wish! I havenone either way, and my conscience says 'marry him!'"

"Your conscience say marry one man when you love another?"

"Heaven forbid! Rose, I love no one: I HAVE loved; but now my heart isdead and silent; only my conscience says, 'You are the cause of all yourmother's trouble; you are the cause that Beaurepaire was sold. Now youcan repair that mischief, and at the same time make a brave man happy, our benefactor happy. ' It is a great temptation: I hardly know why Isaid 'no' at all; surprise, perhaps--or to please you, pretty one. "

Rose groaned: "Are you then worth so little that you would throwyourself away on a man who does not love you, nor want you, and is quiteas happy single?"

"No; not happy; he is only stout-hearted and good, and thereforecontent; and he is a character that it would be easy--in short, I feelmy power here: I could make that man happy; he has nobody to write toeven, when he is away--poor fellow!"

"I shall lose all patience, " cried Rose; "you are at your old trick, thinking of everybody but yourself: I let you do it in trifles, but Ilove you too well to permit it when the happiness of your whole life isat stake. I must be satisfied on one point, or else this marriage shallnever take place: just answer me this; if Camille Dujardin stood on oneside, and Monsieur Raynal on the other, and both asked your hand, whichwould you take?"

"That will never be. Whose? Not his whom I despise. Esteem might ripeninto love, but what must contempt end in?"

This reply gave Rose great satisfaction. To exhaust all awkwardcontingencies, she said, "One question more, and I have done. SupposeCamille should turn out--be not quite--what shall I say--inexcusable?"

At this unlucky gush, Josephine turned pale, then red, then pale again, and cried eagerly, "Then all the world should not part us. Why tortureme with such a question? Ah! you have heard something. " And in a momentthe lava of passion burst wildly through its thin sheet of ice. "I wasblind. This is why you would save me from this unnatural marriage. You are breaking the good news to me by degrees. There is no need. Quick--quick--let me have it. I have waited three years; I am sick ofwaiting. Why don't you speak? Why don't you tell me? Then I will tellYOU. He is alive--he is well--he is coming. It was not he those soldierssaw; they were so far off. How could they tell? They saw a uniform butnot a face. Perhaps he has been a prisoner, and so could not write;could not come: but he is coming now. Why do you groan? why do you turnpale? ah! I see; I have once more deceived myself. I was mad. He I loveis still a traitor to France and me, and I am wretched forever. Oh! thatI were dead! oh! that I were dead! No; don't speak to me: never mind me;this madness will pass as it has before, and leave me a dead thingamong the living. Ah! sister, why did you wake me from my dream? I wasdrifting so calmly, so peacefully, so dead, and painless, drifting overthe dead sea of the heart towards the living waters of gratitude andduty. I was going to make more than one worthy soul happy; and seeingthem happy, I should have been content and useful--what am I now?--andcomforted other hearts, and died joyful--and young. For God is good; hereleases the meek and patient from their burdens. "

With this came a flood of tears; and she leaned against a bough with herforehead on her arm, bowed like a wounded lily. 

"Accursed be that man's name, and MY tongue if ever I utter it again inyour hearing!" cried Rose, weeping bitterly. "You are wiser than I, andevery way better. O my darling, dry your tears! Here he comes: look!riding across the park. "

"Rose, " cried Josephine, hastily, "I leave all to you. Receive MonsieurRaynal, and decline his offer if you think proper. It is you who love mebest. My mother would give me up for a house; for an estate, poor dear. "

"I would not give you for all the world. "

"I know it. I trust all to you. "

"Well, but don't go; stay and hear what I shall say. "

"Oh, no; that poor man is intolerable to me NOW. Let me avoid his sight, and think of his virtues. "

Rose was left alone, mistress of her sister's fate. She put her headinto her hands and filled with anxiety and sudden doubt. 

Like a good many more of us, she had been positive so long as thedecision did not rest with her. But with power comes responsibility, with responsibility comes doubt. Easy to be an advocate in re incerta;hard to be the judge. And she had but a few seconds to think in; forRaynal was at hand. The last thing in her mind before he joined her wasthe terrible power of that base Camille over her sister. She despairedof curing Josephine, but a husband might. There's such divinity dothhedge a husband in innocent girls' minds. 

"Well, little lady, " began Raynal, "and how are you, and how is mymother-in-law that is to be--or is not to be, as your sister pleases;and how is SHE? have I frightened her away? There were two petticoats, and now there is but one. "

"She left me to answer you. "

"All the worse for me: I am not to your taste. "

"Do not say that, " said Rose, almost hysterically. 

"Oh! it is no sacrilege. Not one in fifty likes me. "

"But I do like you, sir. "

"Then why won't you let me have your sister?"

"I have not quite decided that you shall not have her, " faltered poorRose. She murmured on, "I dare say you think me very unkind, veryselfish; but put yourself in my place. I love my sister as no man canever love her, I know: my heart has been one flesh and one soul withhers all my life. A stranger comes and takes her away from me as if shewas I don't know what; his portmanteau; takes her to Egypt, oh! oh! oh!"

Raynal comforted her. 

"What, do you think I am such a brute as to take that delicate creatureabout fighting with me? why, the hot sand would choke her, to begin. No. You don't take my manoeuvre. I have no family; I try for a wife thatwill throw me in a mother and sister. You will live all together thesame as before, of course; only you must let me make one of you when Iam at home. And how often will that be? Besides, I am as likely tobe knocked on the head in Egypt as not; you are worrying yourself fornothing, little lady. "

He uttered the last topic of consolation in a broad, hearty, hilarioustone, like a trombone impregnated with cheerful views of fate. 

"Heaven forbid!" cried Rose: "and I will, for even I shall pray for younow. What you will leave her at home? forgive me for not seeing all yourworth: of course I knew you were an angel, but I had no idea you were aduck. You are just the man for my sister. She likes to obey: you are allfor commanding. So you see. Then she never thinks of herself; any otherman but you would impose on her good-nature; but you are too generousto do that. So you see. Then she esteems you so highly. And one whom Iesteem (between you and me) has chosen you for her. "

"Then say yes, and have done with it, " suggested the straightforwardsoldier. 

"Why should I say 'no?' you will make one another happy some day: youare both so good. Any other man but you would tear her from me; but youare too just, too kind. Heaven will reward you. No! I will. I will giveyou Josephine: ah, my dear brother-in-law, it is the most precious thingI have to give in the world. "

"Thank you, then. So that is settled. Hum! no, it is not quite; Iforgot; I have something for you to read; an anonymous letter. I got itthis morning; it says your sister has a lover. "

The letter ran to this tune: a friend who had observed the commandant'sfrequent visits at Beaurepaire wrote to warn him against traps. Boththe young ladies of Beaurepaire were doubtless at the new proprietor'sservice to pick and choose from. But for all that each of them had alover, and though these lovers had their orders to keep out of the waytill monsieur should be hooked, he might be sure that if he marriedeither, the man of her heart would come on the scene soon after, perhapsbe present at the wedding. 

In short, it was one of those poisoned arrows a coarse vindictive cowardcan shoot. 

It was the first anonymous letter Rose had ever seen. It almost droveher mad on the spot. Raynal was sorry he had let her see it. 

She turned red and white by turns, and gasped for breath. 

"Why am I not a man?--why don't I wear a sword? I would pass it throughthis caitiff's heart. The cowardly slave!--the fiend! for who but afiend could slander an angel like my Josephine? Hooked? Oh! she willnever marry you if she sees this. "

"Then don't let her see it: and why take it to heart like that? I don'ttrust to the word of a man who owns that his story is a thing he daresnot sign his name to; at all events, I shall not put his word againstyours. But it is best to understand one another in time. I am a plainman, but not a soft one. I should not be an easygoing husband like someI see about: I'd have no wasps round my honey; if my wife took a lover Iwould not lecture THE WOMAN--what is the use?--I'd kill THE MAN then andthere, in-doors or out, as I would kill a snake. If she took another, I'd send him after the first, and so on till one killed me. "

"And serve the wretches right. "

"Yes; but for my own sake I don't choose to marry a woman that loves anyother man. So tell me the plain truth; come. "

Rose turned chill in her inside. "I have no lover, " she stammered. "Ihave a young fool that comes and teases me: but it is no secret. He isaway, but why? he is on a sickbed, poor little fellow!"

"But your sister? She could not have a lover unknown to you. "

"I defy her. No, sir; I have not seen her speak three words to any youngman except Monsieur Riviere this three years past. "

"That is enough;" and he tore the letter quietly to atoms. 

Then Rose saw she could afford a little more candor. "Understand me; Ican't speak of what happened when I was a child. But if ever she had agirlish attachment, he has not followed it up, or surely I should haveseen something of him all these years. "

"Of course. Oh! as for flirtations, let them pass: a lovely girl doesnot grow up without one or two whispering some nonsense into her ear. Why, I myself should have flirted no doubt; but I never had the time. Bonaparte gives you time to eat and drink, but not to sleep orflirt, and that reminds me I have fifty miles to ride, so good-by, sister-in-law, eh?"

"Adieu, brother-in-law. "

Left alone, Rose had some misgivings. She had equivocated with one whoseupright, candid nature ought to have protected him: but an enemy hadaccused Josephine; and it came so natural to shield her. "Did he reallythink I would expose my own sister?" said she to herself, angrily. Wasnot this anger secret self-discontent?

"Well, love, " said Josephine, demurely, "have you dismissed him?"

"No. "

Josephine smiled feebly. "It is easy to say 'say no;' but it is not soeasy to say 'no, ' especially when you feel you ought to say 'yes, ' andhave no wish either way except to give pleasure to others. "

"But I am not such skim milk as all that, " replied Rose: "I have alwaysa strong wish where you are concerned, and your happiness. I hesitatedwhilst I was in doubt, but I doubt no longer: I have had a long talkwith him. He has shown me his whole heart: he is the best, the noblestof creatures: he has no littleness or meanness. And then he is athorough man; I know that by his being the very opposite of a woman inhis ways. Now you are a thorough woman, and so you will suit one anotherto a T. I have decided: so no more doubts, love; no more tears; no moredisputes. We are all of one mind, and I do think I have secured yourhappiness. It will not come in a day, perhaps, but it will come. So thenin one little fortnight you marry Monsieur Raynal. "

"What!" said Josephine, "you have actually settled that?"

"Yes. "

"But are you sure I can make him as happy as he deserves?"

"Positive. "

"I think so too; still"--

"It is settled, dear, " said Rose soothingly. 

"Oh, the comfort of that! you relieve me of a weight; you give me peace. I shall have duties; I shall do some good in the world. They were allfor it but you before, were they not?"

"Yes, and now I am strongest for it of them all. Josephine, it issettled. "

Josephine looked at her for a moment in silence, then said eagerly, "Bless you, dear Rose; you have saved your sister;" then, after amoment, in a very different voice, "O Camille! Camille! why have youdeserted me?"

And with this she fell to sobbing terribly. Rose wept on her neck, but said nothing. She too was a woman, and felt that this was the lastdespairing cry of love giving up a hopeless struggle. 

They sat twined together in silence till Jacintha came to tell them itwas close upon dinner-time; so then they hastened to dry their tears andwash their red eyes, for fear their mother should see what they had beenat, and worry herself. 

"Well, mademoiselle, these two consent; but what do you say? for afterall, it is you I am courting, and not them. Have you the courage toventure on a rough soldier like me?"

This delicate question was put point-blank before the three ladies. 

"Sir, " replied Josephine timidly, "I will be as frank, asstraightforward as you are. I thank you for the honor you do me. "

Raynal looked perplexed. 

"And does that mean 'yes' or 'no'?"

"Which you please, " said Josephine, hanging her sweet head. 

The wedding was fixed for that day fortnight. The next morning wardrobeswere ransacked. The silk, muslin, and lace of their prosperous days werelooked out: grave discussions were held over each work of art. Rose wasactive, busy, fussy. The baroness threw in the weight of her judgmentand experience. 

Josephine managed to smile whenever either Rose or the baroness lookedat all fixedly at her. 

So glided the peaceful days. So Josephine drifted towards the haven ofwedlock. 

CHAPTER VI. 

At Bayonne, a garrison town on the south frontier of France, twosentinels walked lethargically, crossing and recrossing before thegovernor's house. Suddenly their official drowsiness burst into energy;for a pale, grisly man, in rusty, defaced, dirty, and torn regimentals, was walking into the courtyard as if it belonged to him. The sentinelslowered their muskets, and crossed them with a clash before the gateway. 

The scarecrow did not start back. He stopped and looked down with asmile at the steel barrier the soldiers had improvised for him, thendrew himself a little up, carried his hand carelessly to his cap, whichwas nearly in two, and gave the name of an officer in the French army. 

If you or I, dressed like a beggar who years ago had stolen regimentalsand worn them down to civil garments, had addressed these soldiers withthese very same words, the bayonets would have kissed closer, or perhapsthe points been turned against our sacred and rusty person: but there isa freemasonry of the sword. The light, imperious hand that touched thatbattered cap, and the quiet clear tone of command told. The sentinelsslowly recovered their pieces, but still looked uneasy and doubtful intheir minds. The battered one saw this, and gave a sort of lofty smile;he turned up his cuffs and showed his wrists, and drew himself stillhigher. 

The sentinels shouldered their pieces sharp, then dropped themsimultaneously with a clatter and ring upon the pavement. 

"Pass, captain. "

The rusty figure rang the governor's bell. A servant came and eyedhim with horror and contempt. He gave his name, and begged to see thegovernor. The servant left him in the hall, and went up-stairs to tellhis master. At the name the governor reflected, then frowned, then badehis servant reach him down a certain book. He inspected it. "I thoughtso: any one with him?"

"No, your excellency. "

"Load my pistols, put them on the table, show him in, and then order aguard to the door. "

The governor was a stern veteran with a powerful brow, a shaggy eyebrow, and a piercing eye. He never rose, but leaned his chin on his hand, andhis elbow on a table that stood between them, and eyed his visitor veryfixedly and strangely. "We did not expect to see you on this side thePyrenees, " said he gravely. 

"Nor I myself, governor. "

"What do you come for?"

"A suit of regimentals, and money to take me to Paris. "

"And suppose, instead of that, I turn out a corporal's guard, and bidthem shoot you in the courtyard?"

"It would be the drollest thing you ever did, all things considered, "said the other coolly, but bitterly. 

The governor looked for the book he had lately consulted, found thepage, handed it to the rusty officer, and watched him keenly: the bloodrushed all over his face, and his lip trembled; but his eye dwelt sternyet sorrowful on the governor. 

"I have read your book, now read mine. " He drew off his coat and showedhis wrists and arms, blue and waled. "Can you read that, sir?"

"No. "

"All the better for you: Spanish fetters, general. " He showed a whitescar on his shoulder. "Can you read that? This is what I cut out of it, "and he handed the governor a little round stone as big and almost asregular as a musket-ball. 

"Humph! that could hardly have been fired from a French musket. "

"Can you read this?" and he showed him a long cicatrix on his other arm. 

"Knife I think, " said the governor. 

"You are right, sir: Spanish knife. Can you read this?" and opening hisbosom he showed a raw wound on his breast. 

"Oh, the devil!" cried the governor. 

The wounded man put his rusty coat on again, and stood erect, andhaughty, and silent. 

The general eyed him, and saw his great spirit shining through this man. The more he looked the less could the scarecrow veil the hero from hispractised eye. He said there must be some mistake, or else he was inhis dotage; after a moment's hesitation, he added, "Be seated, if youplease, and tell me what you have been doing all these years. "

"Suffering. "

"Not all the time, I suppose. "

"Without intermission. "

"But what? suffering what?"

"Cold, hunger, darkness, wounds, solitude, sickness, despair, prison, all that man can suffer. "

"Impossible! a man would be dead at that rate before this. "

"I should have died a dozen deaths but for one thing; I had promised herto live. "

There was a pause. Then the old soldier said gravely, but more kindly, to the young one, "Tell me the facts, captain" (the first time he hadacknowledged his visitor's military rank). 

An hour had scarce elapsed since the rusty figure was stopped by thesentinels at the gate, when two glittering officers passed out underthe same archway, followed by a servant carrying a furred cloak. Thesentinels presented arms. The elder of these officers was the governor:the younger was the late scarecrow, in a brand-new uniform belonging tothe governor's son. He shone out now in his true light; the beau idealof a patrician soldier; one would have said he had been born with asword by his side and drilled by nature, so straight and smart, yet easyhe was in every movement. He was like a falcon, eye and all, only, asit were, down at the bottom of the hawk's eye lay a dove's eye. Thatcompound and varying eye seemed to say, I can love, I can fight: I canfight, I can love, as few of you can do either. 

The old man was trying to persuade him to stay at Bayonne, until hiswound should be cured. 

"No, general, I have other wounds to cure of longer standing than thisone. "

"Well, promise me to lay up at Paris. "

"General, I shall stay an hour at Paris. "

"An hour in Paris! Well, at least call at the War Office and presentthis letter. "

That same afternoon, wrapped in the governor's furred cloak, the youngofficer lay at his full length in the coupe of the diligence, the wholeof which the governor had peremptorily demanded for him, and rolled dayand night towards Paris. 

He reached it worn with fatigue and fevered by his wound, but his spiritas indomitable as ever. He went to the War Office with the governor'sletter. It seemed to create some little sensation; one functionary cameand said a polite word to him, then another. At last to his infinitesurprise the minister himself sent down word he wished to see him; theminister put several questions to him, and seemed interested in him andtouched by his relation. 

"I think, captain, I shall have to send to you: where do you stay inParis?"

"Nowhere, monsieur; I leave Paris as soon as I can find an easy-goinghorse. "

"But General Bretaux tells me you are wounded. "

"Not dangerously. "

"Pardon me, captain, but is this prudent? is it just to yourself andyour friends?"

"Yes, I owe it to those who perhaps think me dead. "

"You can write to them. "

"I grudge so great, so sacred a joy to a letter. No! after all I havesuffered I claim to be the one to tell her I have kept my word: Ipromised to live, and I live. "

"HER? then I say no more, only tell me what road you take. "

"The road to Brittany. "

As the young officer was walking his horse by the roadside about aleague and a half from Paris, he heard a clatter behind him, and upgalloped an aide-de-camp and drew up alongside, bringing his horsenearly on his haunches. 

He handed him a large packet sealed with the arms of France. The othertore it open; and there was his brevet as colonel. His cheek flushedand his eye glittered with joy. The aide-de-camp next gave him a parcel:"Your epaulets, colonel! We hear you are going into the wilds whereepaulets don't grow. You are to join the army of the Rhine as soon asyour wound is well. "

"Wherever my country calls me. "

"Your address, then, colonel, that we may know where to put our fingeron a tried soldier when we want one. "

"I am going to Beaurepaire. "

"Beaurepaire? I never heard of it. "

"You never heard of Beaurepaire? it is in Brittany, forty-five leaguesfrom Paris, forty-three leagues and a half from here. "

"Good! Health and honor to you, colonel. "

"The same to you, lieutenant; or a soldier's death. "

The new colonel read the precious document across his horse's mane, andthen he was going to put one of the epaulets on his right shoulder, bareat present: but he reflected. 

"No; she should make him a colonel with her own dear hand. He put themin his pocket. He would not even look at them till she had seen them. Oh, how happy he was not only to come back to her alive, but to comeback to her honored. "

His wound smarted, his limbs ached, but no pain past or present couldlay hold of his mind. In his great joy he remembered past sufferingand felt present pain--yet smiled. Only every now and then he pined forwings to shorten the weary road. 

He was walking his horse quietly, drooping a little over his saddle, when another officer well mounted came after him and passed him at ahand gallop with one hasty glance at his uniform, and went tearing onlike one riding for his life. 

"Don't I know that face?" said Dujardin. 

He cudgelled his memory, and at last he remembered it was the face ofan old comrade. At least it strongly reminded him of one Jean Raynal whohad saved his life in the Arno, when they were lieutenants together. 

Yes, it was certainly Raynal, only bronzed by service in some hotcountry. 

"Ah!" thought Camille; "I suppose I am more changed than he is; for hecertainly did not recognize me at all. Now I wonder what that fellow hasbeen doing all this time. What a hurry he was in! a moment more andI should have hailed him. Perhaps I may fall in with him at the nexttown. "

He touched his horse with the spur, and cantered gently on, for trottingshook him more than he could bear. Even when he cantered he had to presshis hand against his bosom, and often with the motion a bitterer pangthan usual came and forced the water from his eyes; and then he smiled. His great love and his high courage made this reply to the body'sanguish. And still his eyes looked straight forward as at some objectin the distant horizon, while he came gently on, his hand pressed to hisbosom, his head drooping now and then, smiling patiently, upon the roadto Beaurepaire. 

Oh! if anybody had told him that in five days his Josephine was to bemarried; and that the bronzed comrade, who had just galloped past him, was to marry her!

At Beaurepaire they were making and altering wedding-dresses. Rose wasexcited, and even Josephine took a calm interest. Dress never goes fornothing with her sex. The chairs and tables were covered, and the floorwas littered. The baroness was presiding over the rites of vanity, andtelling them what she wore at her wedding, under Louis XV. , with strictaccuracy, and what we men should consider a wonderful effort of memory, when the Commandant Raynal came in like a cannon-ball, withoutany warning, and stood among them in a stiff, military attitude. Exclamations from all the party, and then a kind greeting, especiallyfrom the baroness. 

"We have been so dull without you, Jean. "

"And I have missed you once or twice, mother-in-law, I can tell you. Well, I have got bad news; but you must consider we live in a busy time. To-morrow I start for Egypt. "

Loud ejaculations from the baroness and Rose. Josephine put down herwork quietly. 

The baroness sighed deeply, and the tears came into her eyes. "Oh, you must not be down-hearted, old lady, " shouted Raynal. "Why, I am aslikely to come back from Egypt as not. It is an even chance, to say theleast. "

This piece of consolation completed the baroness's unhappiness. Shereally had conceived a great affection for Raynal, and her heart hadbeen set on the wedding. 

"Take away all that finery, girls, " said she bitterly; "we shall notwant it for years. I shall not be alive when he comes home from Egypt. I never had a son--only daughters--the best any woman ever had; but amother is not complete without a son, and I shall never live to have onenow. "

"I hate General Bonaparte, " said Rose viciously. 

"Hate my general?" groaned Raynal, looking down with a sort ofsuperstitious awe and wonder at the lovely vixen. "Hate the best soldierthe world ever saw?"

"What do I care for his soldiership? He has put off our wedding. For howmany years did you say?"

"No; he has put it on. "

In answer to the astonished looks this excited, he explained that thewedding was to have been in a week, but now it must be to-morrow at teno'clock. 

The three ladies set up their throats together. "Tomorrow?"

"To-morrow. Why, what do you suppose I left Paris for yesterday? left myduties even. "

"What, monsieur?" asked Josephine, timidly, "did you ride all thatway, and leave your duties MERELY TO MARRY ME?" and she looked a littlepleased. 

"You are worth a great deal more trouble than that, " said Raynal simply. "Besides, I had passed my word, and I always keep my word. "

"So do I, " said Josephine, a little proudly. "I will not go from it now, if you insist; but I confess to you, that such a proposal staggers me;so sudden--no preliminaries--no time to reflect; in short, there are somany difficulties that I must request you to reconsider the matter. "

"Difficulties, " shouted Raynal with merry disdain; "there are none, unless you sit down and make them; we do more difficult things thanthis every day of our lives: we passed the bridge of Arcola in thirteenminutes; and we had not the consent of the enemy, as we have yours--havewe not?"

Her only reply was a look at her mother, to which the baroness repliedby a nod; then turning to Raynal, "This empressement is very flattering;but I see no possibility: there is an etiquette we cannot altogetherdefy: there are preliminaries before a daughter of Beaurepaire canbecome a wife. "

"There used to be all that, madam, " laughed Raynal, putting her downgood-humoredly; "but it was in the days when armies came out and touchedtheir caps to one another, and went back into winter quarters. Then thestruggle was who could go slowest; now the fight is who can go fastest. Time and Bonaparte wait for nobody; and ladies and other strongplaces are taken by storm, not undermined a foot a month as under NoahQuartorze: let me cut this short, as time is short. "

He then drew a little plan of a wedding campaign. "The carriages will behere at 9 A. M. , " said he; "they will whisk us down to the mayor'shouse by a quarter to ten: Picard, the notary, meets us there with themarriage contract, to save time; the contract signed, the mayor will dothe marriage at quick step out of respect for me--half an hour--quarterpast ten; breakfast in the same house an hour and a quarter:--we mustn'thurry a wedding breakfast--then ten minutes or so for the old fogies towaste in making speeches about our virtues--my watch will come out--mycharger will come round--I rise from the table--embrace my dear oldmother--kiss my wife's hand--into the saddle--canter to Paris--roll toToulon--sail to Egypt. But I shall leave a wife and a mother behindme: they will both send me a kind word now and then; and I will writeletters to you all from Egypt, and when I come home, my wife and I willmake acquaintance, and we will all be happy together: and if I am killedout there, don't you go and fret your poor little hearts about it; itis a soldier's lot sooner or later. Besides, you will find I have takencare of you; nobody shall come and turn you out of your quarters, even though Jean Raynal should be dead; I have got to meet Picard atRiviere's on that very business--I am off. "

He was gone as brusquely as he came. 

"Mother! sister!" cried Josephine, "help me to love this man. "

"You need no help, " cried the baroness, with enthusiasm, "not love him, we should all be monsters. "

Raynal came to supper looking bright and cheerful. "No more work to-day. I have nothing to do but talk; fancy that. "

This evening Josephine de Beaurepaire, who had been silent andthoughtful, took a quiet opportunity, and purred in his ear, "Monsieur!"

"Mademoiselle!" rang the trombone. 

"Am I not to go to Egypt?"

"No. "

Josephine drew back at this brusque reply like a sensitive plant. Butshe returned to the attack. 

"But is it not a wife's duty to be by her husband's side to look afterhis comfort--to console him when others vex him--to soothe him when heis harassed?"

"Her first duty is to obey him. "

"Certainly. "

"Well, when I am your husband, I shall bid you stay with your mother andsister while I go to Egypt. "

"I shall obey you. "

He told her bluntly he thought none the worse of her for making theoffer; but should not accept it. 

Camille Dujardin slept that night at a roadside inn about twelve milesfrom Beaurepaire, and not more than six from the town where the weddingwas to take place next day. 

It was a close race. 

And the racers all unconscious of each other, yet spurred impartially byevents that were now hurrying to a climax. 

CHAPTER VII. 

The next day at sharp nine two carriages were at the door. 

But the ladies were not ready. Thus early in the campaign did they throwall into disorder. For so nicely had Raynal timed the several eventsthat this threw him all into confusion. He stamped backwards andforwards, and twisted his mustaches, and swore. This enforcedunpunctuality was a new torture to him. Jacintha told them he was angry, and that made them nervous and flurried, and their fingers strayedwildly among hooks and eyes, and all sorts of fastenings; they were notready till half-past nine. Conscious they deserved a scolding, they sentJosephine down first to mollify. She dawned upon the honest soldier soradiant, so dazzling in her snowy dress, with her coronet of pearls (anheirloom), and her bridal veil parted, and the flush of conscious beautyon her cheek, that instead of scolding her, he actually blurted out, "Well! by St. Denis it was worth waiting half an hour for. "

He recovered a quarter of an hour by making the driver gallop. Thenoccasional shrieks issued from the carriage that held the baroness. Thatancient lady feared annihilation: she had not come down from a gallopingage. 

They drove into the town, drew up at the mayor's house, were receivedwith great ceremony by that functionary and Picard, and entered thehouse. 

When their carriages rattled into the street from the north side, Colonel Dujardin had already entered it from the south, and was ridingat a foot's pace along the principal street. The motion of his horse nowshook him past endurance. He dismounted at an inn a few doors from themayor's house, and determined to do the rest of the short journey onfoot. The landlord bustled about him obsequiously. "You are faint, colonel; you have travelled too far. Let me order you an excellentbreakfast. "

"No. I want a carriage; have you one?"

"I have two; but, unluckily, they are both engaged for the day, and bypeople of distinction. Commandant Raynal is married to-day. "

"Ah! I wish him joy, " said Camille, heartily. He then asked the landlordto open the window, as he felt rather faint. The landlord insisted onbreakfast, and Camille sat down to an omelet and a bottle of red wine. Then he lay awhile near the window, revived by the air, and watchedthe dear little street he had not seen for years. He felt languid, buthappy, celestially happy. 

She was a few doors from him, and neither knew it. 

A pen was put into her white hand, and in another moment she had signeda marriage contract. 

"Now to the church, " cried the baroness, gayly. To get to the church, they must pass by the window Camille reclined at. 

CHAPTER VIII. 

"Oh! there's no time for that, " said Raynal. And as the baroness lookedhorrified and amazed, Picard explained: "The state marries its citizensnow, with reason: since marriage is a civil contract. "

"Marriage a civil contract!" repeated the baroness. "What, is it then nolonger one of the holy sacraments? What horrible impiety shall we cometo next? Unhappy France! Such a contract would never be a marriage in myeyes: and what would become of an union the Church had not blessed?"

"Madame, " said Picard, "the Church can bless it still; but it is onlythe mayor here that can DO it. "

All this time Josephine was blushing scarlet, and looking this wayand that, with a sort of instinctive desire to fly and hide, no matterwhere, for a week or so. 

"Haw! haw! haw!" roared Raynal; "here is a pretty mother. Wants herdaughter to be unlawfully married in a church, instead of lawfully in ahouse. Give me the will!"

"Look here, mother-in-law: I have left Beaurepaire to my lawful wife. "

"Otherwise, " put in Picard, "in case of death, it would pass to hisheir-at-law. "

"And HE would turn you all out, and that does not suit me. Now therestands the only man who can make mademoiselle my LAWFUL wife. So quickmarch, monsieur the mayor, for time and Bonaparte wait for no man. "

"Stay a minute, young people, " said the mayor. "We should sootherespectable prejudices, not crush them. Madam, I am at least as old asyou, and have seen many changes. I perfectly understand your feelings. "

"Ah, monsieur! oh!"

"Calm yourself, dear madam; the case is not so bad as you think. It isperfectly true that in republican France the civil magistrate alone canbind French citizens in lawful wedlock. But this does not annihilate thereligious ceremony. You can ask the Church's blessing on my work; and beassured you are not the only one who retains that natural prejudice. Outof every ten couples that I marry, four or five go to church afterwardsand perform the ancient ceremonies. And they do well. For there beforethe altar the priest tells them what it is not my business to dilateupon--the grave moral and religious duties they have undertaken alongwith this civil contract. The state binds, but the Church still blesses, and piously assents to that"--

"From which she has no power to dissent. "

"Monsieur Picard, do you consider it polite to interrupt the chiefmagistrate of the place while he is explaining the law to a citizen?"

(This closed Picard. )

"I married a daughter last year, " continued the worthy mayor. 

"What, after this fashion?"

"I married her myself, as I will marry yours, if you will trust me withher. And after I have made them one, there is nothing to prevent themadjourning to the church. "

"I beg your pardon, " cried Raynal, "there are two things to prevent it:a couple that wait for no man: Time and Bonaparte. Come, sir; marry us, and have done with it. "

The mayor assented. He invited Josephine to stand before him. Shetrembled and wept a little: Rose clung to her and wept, and the goodmayor married the parties off hand. 

"Is that all?" asked the baroness; "it is terribly soon done. "

"It is done effectively, madam, " said the mayor, with a smile. "Permitme to tell you that his Holiness the Pope cannot undo my work. "

Picard grinned slyly, and whispered something into Raynal's ear. 

"Oh! indeed, " said Raynal aloud and carelessly. "Come, Madame Raynal, tobreakfast: follow us, the rest of you. "

They paired, and followed the bride and bridegroom into thebreakfast-room. 

The light words Picard whispered were five in number. 

Now if the mayor had not snubbed Picard just before, he would haveuttered those jocose but true words aloud. There was no particularreason why he should not. And if he had, --The threads of the web oflife, how subtle they are! The finest cotton of Manchester, the finermeshes of the spider, seem three-inch cables by comparison with thosemoral gossamers which vulgar eyes cannot see at all, the "somethings, nothings, " on which great fates have hung. 

It was a cheerful breakfast, thanks to Raynal, who would be in highspirits, and would not allow a word of regret from any one. MadameRaynal sat by his side, looking up at him every now and then withinnocent admiration. A merry wedding breakfast. 

But if men and women could see through the walls of houses!

Two doors off sat the wounded colonel alone, recruiting the smallremnant of his sore tried strength, that he might struggle on toBeaurepaire, and lose in one moment years of separation, pain, prison, anguish, martyrdom, in one great gush of joy without compare. 

The wedding breakfast was ended. The time was drawing near to part. There was a silence. It was broken by Madame Raynal. She asked Raynalvery timidly if he had reflected. "On what?" said he. 

"About taking me to Egypt. "

"No: I have not given it a thought since I said 'no. '"

"Yet permit me to say that it is my duty to be by your side, myhusband. " And she colored at this word, being the first time she hadever used it. Raynal was silent. She murmured on, "I would not be anencumbrance to you, sir: I should not be useless. Gentlemen, I could addmore to his comfort than he gives me credit for. "

Warm assent of the mayor and notary to this hint. 

"I give you credit for being an angel, " said Raynal warmly. 

He hesitated. Rose was trembling, her fork shaking in her poor littlehand. 

She cast a piteous glance at him. He saw it. 

"You shall go with me next time, " said he. "Let us speak of it no more. "

Josephine bowed her head. "At least give me something to do for youwhile you are away. Tell me what I can do for my absent friend to showmy gratitude, my regard, my esteem. "

"Well, let me think. I saw a plain gray dress at Beaurepaire. "

"Yes, monsieur. My gray silk, Rose. "

"I like that dress. "

"Do you? Then the moment I reach home after losing you I shall put iton, and it shall be my constant wear. I see; you are right; gray becomesa wife whose husband is not dead, but is absent, and alas! in hourlydanger. "

"Now look at that!" cried Raynal to the company. "That is her allover: she can see six meanings where another would see but one. I neverthought of that, I swear. I like modest colors, that is all. My motherused to be all for modest wives wearing modest colors. "

"I am of her mind, sir. Is there nothing more difficult you will be sogood as give me to do?"

"No; there is only one order more, and that will be easier still to sucha woman as you. I commit to your care the name of Raynal. It is notso high a name as yours, but it is as honest. I am proud of it: I amjealous of it. I shall guard it for you in Egypt: you guard it in Francefor me. "

"With my life, " cried Josephine, lifting her eyes and her hand toheaven. 

Soon after this Raynal ordered his charger. 

The baroness began to cry. "The young people may hope to see you again, "said she; "but there are two chances against your poor old mother. "

"Courage, mother!" cried the stout soldier. "No, no; you won't play mesuch a trick: once is enough for that game. "

"Brother!" cried Rose, "do not go without kissing your little sister, who loves you and thanks you. " He kissed her. "Bravo, generous soul!"she cried, with her arms round his neck. "God protect you, and send youback safe to us!"

"Amen!" cried all present by one impulse, even the cold notary. 

Raynal's mustache quivered. He kissed Josephine hastily on the brow, thebaroness on both cheeks; shook the men's hands warmly but hastily, andstrode out without looking behind him. He was moved for once. 

They all followed him to the door of the house. He was tightening hishorse's girths. He flung himself with all the resolution of his steelnature into the saddle, and, with one grand wave of his cocked hat tothe tearful group, he spurred away for Egypt. 

CHAPTER IX. 

The baroness took the doctor a-shopping; she must buy Rose a gray silk. In doing this she saw many other tempting things. I say no more. 

But the young ladies went up to Beaurepaire in the other carriage, forJosephine wished to avoid the gaze of the town, and get home and bequiet. The driver went very fast. He had drunk the bride's health at themayor's, item the bridegroom's, the bridesmaid's, the mayor's, etc. , and "a spur in the head is worth two in the heel, " says the proverb. The sisters leaned back on the soft cushions, and enjoyed the smooth andrapid motion once so familiar to them, so rare of late. 

Then Rose took her sister gently to task for having offered to go toEgypt. She had forgotten her poor sister. 

"No, love, " replied Josephine, "did you not see I dared not look towardsyou? I love you better than all the world; but this was my duty. Iwas his wife: I had no longer a feeble inclination and a feebledisinclination to decide between, but right on one side, wrong on theother. "

"Oh! I know where your ladyship's strength lies: my force is--in--myinclinations. "

"Yes, Rose, " continued Josephine thoughtfully, "duty is a great comfort:it is so tangible; it is something to lay hold of for life or death; astrong tower for the weak but well disposed. "

Rose assented, and they were silent a minute; and when she spoke againit was to own she loved a carriage. "How fast we glide! Now lean backwith me, and take my hand, and as we glide shut your eyes and think:whisper me all your feelings, every one of them. "

"Well, then, " said Josephine, half closing her eyes, "in the firstplace I feel a great calm, a heavenly calm. My fate is decided. No moresuspense. My duties are clear. I have a husband I am proud of. There isno perfidy with him, no deceit, no disingenuousness, no shade. He is ahuman sun. He will make me a better, truer woman, and I him a happierman. Yes, is it not nice to think that great and strong as he is I canteach him a happiness he knows not as yet?" And she smiled with thesense of her delicate power, but said no more; for she was not the oneto talk much about herself. But Rose pressed her. "Yes, go on, dear, "she said, "I seem to see your pretty little thoughts rising out of yourheart like a bubbling fountain: go on. "

Thus encouraged, Josephine thought on aloud, "And then, gratitude!" saidshe. "I have heard it said, or read it somewhere, that gratitude is aburden: I cannot understand that sentiment; why, to me gratitude is adelight, gratitude is a passion. It is the warmest of all the tenderfeelings I have for dear Monsieur Raynal. I feel it glow here, in mybosom. I think I shall love him as I ought long before he comes back. "

"BEFORE?"

"Yes, " murmured Josephine, her eyes still half closed. "His virtueswill always be present to me. His little faults of manner will not bein sight. Good Raynal! The image of those great qualities I revere so, perhaps because I fail in them myself, will be before my mind; and erehe comes home I shall love him dearly. I'll tell you one reason why Iwished to go home at once was--no--you must guess. "

"Guess?" said Rose, contemptuously. "As if I did not see it was to puton your gray silk. "

Josephine smiled assent, and said almost with fervor, "Good Raynal! Ifeel prouder of his honest name than of our noble one. And I am so calm, dear, thanks to you, so tranquil; so pleased that my mother's mind is atrest, so convinced all is for the best, so contented with my own lot; sohap--py. "

A gentle tear stole from beneath her long lashes. Rose looked at herwistfully: then laid her cheek to hers. They leaned back hand in hand, placid and silent. 

The carriage glided fast. Beaurepaire was almost in sight. 

Suddenly Josephine's hand tightened on Rose's, and she sat up in thecarriage like a person awakened from a strange dream. 

"What is it?" asked Rose. 

"Some one in uniform. "

"Oh, is that all? Ah! you thought it was a message from Raynal. "

"Oh! no! on foot--walking very slowly. Coming this way, too. Comingthis way!" and she became singularly restless, and looked round in thecarriage. It was one of those old chariots with no side windows, buta peep hole at the back. This aperture, however, had a flap over it. Josephine undid the flap with nimble though agitated fingers; andsaw--nothing. The road had taken a turn. "Oh, " said Rose, carelessly, "for that matter the roads are full of soldiers just now. "

"Ay, but not of officers on foot. "

Rose gave her such a look, and for the first time this many a day spokesternly to her, and asked her what on earth she had to do with uniformsor officers except one, the noblest in the world, her husband. 

A month ago that word was almost indifferent to Josephine, or rather sheuttered it with a sort of mild complacency. Now she started at it, andit struck chill upon her. She did not reply, however, and the carriagerolled on. 

"He seemed to be dragging himself along. " This was the first wordJosephine had spoken for some time. "Oh, did he?" replied Rosecarelessly; "well, let him. Here we are, at home. "

"I am glad of it, " said Josephine, "very glad. "

On reaching Beaurepaire she wanted to go up-stairs at once and put onher gray gown. But the day was so delightful that Rose begged her tostroll in the Pleasaunce for half an hour and watch for their mother'sreturn. She consented in an absent way, and presently began to walk veryfast, unconscious of her companion. Rose laid a hand upon her playfullyto moderate her, and found her skin burning. 

"Why, what is the matter?" said she, anxiously. 

"Nothing, nothing, " was the sharp reply. 

"There's a fretful tone; and how excited you look, and feel too. Well, Ithought you were unnaturally calm after such an event. "

"I only saw his back, " said Josephine. "Did not you see him?"

"See who? Oh, that tiresome officer. Why, how much more are we to hearabout him? I don't believe there WAS one. "

At this moment a cocked hat came in sight, bobbing up and down abovethe palings that divided the park from the road. Josephine pointed to itwithout a word. 

Rose got a little cross at being practically confuted, and said coldly, "Come, let us go in; the only cocked hat we can see is on the way toParis. "

Josephine assented eagerly. But she had not taken two steps towards thehouse ere she altered her mind, and said she felt faint, she wanted air;no, she should stay out a little longer. "Look, Rose, " said she, in astrangely excited way, "what a shame! They put all manner of rubbishinto this dear old tree: I will have it all turned out. " And she lookedwith feigned interest into the tree: but her eyes seemed turned inward. 

Rose gave a cry of surprise. "He is waving his hat to me! What on earthdoes that mean?"

"Perhaps he takes you for me, " said Josephine. 

"Who is it? What do you mean?"

"IT IS HE! I knew his figure at a glance. " And she blushed and trembledwith joy; she darted behind the tree and peered round at him unseen:turning round a moment she found Rose at her back pale and stern. Shelooked at her, and said with terrible simplicity, "Ah, Rose, I forgot. "

"Are you mad, Josephine? Into the house this moment; if it IS he, I willreceive him and send him about his business. "

But Josephine stood fascinated, and pale as ashes; for now the cockedhat stopped, and a pale face with eyes whose eager fire shone even atthat distance, rose above the palings. Josephine crouched behind Rose, and gasped out, "Something terrible is coming, terrible! terrible!"

"Say something hateful, " said Rose, trembling in her turn, but only withanger. "The heartless selfish traitor! He never notices you till you aremarried to the noblest of mankind; and then he comes here directly toruin your peace. No; I have altered my mind. He shall not see you, ofcourse; but YOU shall hear HIM. I'll soon make you know the wretch andloathe him as I do. There, now he has turned the corner; hide in theoak while he is out of sight. Hide, quick, quick. " Josephine obeyedmechanically; and presently, through that very aperture whence hersister had smiled on her lover she hissed out, in a tone of which onewould not have thought her capable, "Be wise, be shrewd; find out who isthe woman that has seduced him from me, and has brought two wretches tothis. I tell you it is some wicked woman's doing. He loved me once. "

"Not so loud!--one word: you are a wife. Swear to me you will not lethim see you, come what may. "

"Oh! never! never!" cried Josephine with terror. "I would rather die. When you have heard what he has to say, then tell him I am dead. No, tell him I adore my husband, and went to Egypt this day with him. Ah!would to God I had!"

"Sh! sh!"

"Sh!"

Camille was at the little gate. 

Rose stood still, and nerved herself in silence. Josephine panted in herhiding-place. 

Rose's only thought now was to expose the traitor to her sister, andrestore her peace. She pretended not to see Camille till he was nearher. He came eagerly towards her, his pale face flushing with great joy, and his eyes like diamonds. 

"Josephine! It is not Josephine, after all, " said he. "Why, this must beRose, little Rose, grown up to a fine lady, a beautiful lady. "

"What do you come here for, sir?" asked Rose in a tone of icyindifference. 

"What do I come here for? is that the way to speak to me? but I am toohappy to mind. Dear Beaurepaire! do I see you once again!"

"And madame?"

"What madame?"

"Madame Dujardin that is or was to be. "

"This is the first I have ever heard of her, " said Camille, gayly. 

"This is odd, for we have heard all about it. "

"Are you jesting?"

"No. "

"If I understand you right, you imply that I have broken faith withJosephine?"

"Certainly. "

"Then you lie, Mademoiselle Rose de Beaurepaire. "

"Insolent!"

"No. It is you who have insulted your sister as well as me. She was notmade to be deserted for meaner women. Come, mademoiselle, affront me, and me alone, and you shall find me more patient. Oh! who would havethought Beaurepaire would receive me thus?"

"It is your own fault. You never sent her a line for all these years. "

"Why, how could I?"

"Well, sir, the information you did not supply others did. We know thatyou were seen in a Spanish village drinking between two guerillas. "

"That is true, " said Camille. 

"An honest French soldier fired at you. Why, he told us so himself. "

"He told you true, " said Camille, sullenly. "The bullet grazed my hand;see, here is the mark. Look!" She did look, and gave a little scream;but recovering herself, said she wished it had gone through his heart. "Why prolong this painful interview?" said she; "the soldier told usall. "

"I doubt that, " said Camille. "Did he tell you that under the table Iwas chained tight down to the chair I sat in? Did he tell you that myhand was fastened to a drinking-horn, and my elbow to the table, and twofellows sitting opposite me with pistols quietly covering me, ready todraw the trigger if I should utter a cry? Did he tell you that I wouldhave uttered that cry and died at that table but for one thing, I hadpromised her to live?"

"Not he; he told me nothing so incredible. Besides, what became of youall these years? You are a double traitor, to your country and to her. "

Camille literally gasped for breath. "You are a most cruel young ladyto insult me so, " said he, and scalding tears forced themselves from hiseyes. 

Rose eyed him with merciless scorn. 

He fought manfully against this weakness, with which his wound and hisfatigue had something to do, as well as Rose's bitter words; and aftera gallant struggle he returned her her haughty stare, and addressed herthus: "Mademoiselle, I feel myself blush, but it is for you I blush, notfor myself. This is what BECAME of me. I went out alone to explore; Ifell into an ambuscade; I shot one of the enemy, and pinked another, but my arm being broken by a bullet, and my horse killed under me, therascals got me. They took me about, tried to make a decoy of me as Ihave told you, and ended by throwing me into a dungeon. They loaded mewith chains, too, though the walls were ten feet thick, and the dooriron, and bolted and double-bolted outside. And there for months andyears, in spite of wounds, hunger, thirst, and all the tortures thosecowards made me suffer, I lived, because, Rose, I had promised some oneat that gate there (and he turned suddenly and pointed to it) that Iwould come back alive. At last, one night, my jailer came to mycell drunk. I seized him by the throat and throttled him till he wasinsensible; his keys unlocked my fetters, and locked him in the cell, and I got safely outside. But there a sentinel saw me, and fired atme. He missed me but ran after me, and caught me. You see I was stiff, confined so long. He gave me a thrust of his bayonet; I flung my heavykeys fiercely in his face; he staggered; I wrested his piece from him, and disabled him. "

"Ah!"

"I crossed the frontier in the night, and got to Bayonne; and thence, day and night, to Paris. There I met a reward for all my anguish. Theygave me the epaulets of a colonel. See, here they are. France does notgive these to traitors, young lady. " He held them out to her in bothhands. She eyed them half stupidly; all her thoughts were on theoak-tree hard by. She began to shudder. Camille was telling the truth. She felt that; she saw it; and Josephine was hearing it. "Ay! look atthem, you naughty girl, " said Camille, trying to be jocose over it allwith his poor trembling lip. He went on to say that from the moment hehad left dark Spain, and entered fair France everybody was so kind, sosympathizing. "They felt for the poor worn soldier coming back to hislove. All but you, Rose. You told me I was a traitor to her and toFrance. "

"I was told so, " said Rose, faintly. She was almost at her wits' endwhat to say or do. 

"Well, are you sorry or not sorry for saying such a cruel thing to apoor fellow?"

"Sorry, very sorry, " whispered Rose. She could not persist in injustice, yet she did not want Josephine to hear. 

"Then say no more about it; there's my hand. You are not a soldier, anddid not know what you were talking about. "

"I am very sorry I spoke so harshly to you. But you understand. How youlook; how you pant. "

"There, I will show you I forgive you. These epaulets, dear, I havenever put them on. I said, no; Josephine shall put them on for me. Iwill take honor as well as happiness from her dear hand. But you are hersister, and what are epaulets compared with what she will give me? Youshall put them on, dear. Come, then you will be sure I bear no malice. "

Rose, faint at heart, consented in silence, and fastened on theepaulets. "Yes, Camille!" she cried, with sudden terror, "think ofglory, now; nothing but glory. "

"No one thinks of it more. But to-day how can I think of it, how can Igive her a rival? To-day I am all love. Rose, no man ever loved a humancreature as I love Josephine. Your mother is well, dear? All are wellat Beaurepaire? Oh, where is she all this time? in the house?" He wasmoving quickly towards the house; but Rose instinctively put out herhand to stop him. He recoiled a little and winced. 

"What is the matter?" cried she. 

"Nothing, dear girl; you put your hand on my wound, that is all. What isthat noise in the tree? Anybody listening to us?"

"I'll see, " said Rose, with all a woman's wit, and whipped hastilyround to hinder Camille from going. She found Josephine white as death, apparently fainting, and clutching at the tree convulsively with hernails. Such was the intensity of the situation that she left her belovedsister in that piteous state, and even hoped she would faint dead away, and so hear no more. She came back white, and told Camille it was only abird got into the tree. "And to think you should be wounded, " said she, to divert his attention from the tree. 

"Yes, " said he, "and it is rather inflamed, and has worried me all theway. You need not go telling Josephine, though. They wanted me to stopand lay up at Bayonne. How could I? And again at Paris. How could I?They said, 'You will die. '--'Not before I get to Beaurepaire, ' said I. I could bear the motion of a horse no longer, so at the nearest town Iasked for a carriage. Would you believe it? both his carriages wereOUT AT A WEDDING. I could not wait till they came back. I had waited aneternity. I came on foot. I dragged my self along; the body was weak, but the heart was strong. A little way from here my wound seemedinclined to open. I pressed it together tight with my hand; you see Icould not afford to lose any more blood, and so struggled on. 'Die?'said I, 'not before Beaurepaire. ' And, O Rose! now I could be content todie--at her feet; for I am happy. Oh! I am happy beyond words to utter. What I have gone through! But I kept my word, and this is Beaurepaire. Hurrah!" and his pale cheek flushed, and his eye gleamed, and he wavedhis hat feebly over his head, "hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!"

"Oh, don't!--don't!--don't!" cried Rose wild with pity and dismay. 

"How can I help?--I am mad with joy--hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!"

"No! no! no! no! no!"

"What is the matter?"

"And must I stab you worse than all your enemies have stabbed you?"sighed Rose, and tears of womanly pity now streamed down her cheeks. 

Camille's mind began to misgive him. What was become of Josephine? shedid not appear. He faltered out, "Your mother is well; all are wellI hope. Oh, where is she?" and receiving no reply, began to tremblevisibly with the fear of some terrible calamity. 

Rose, with a sister fainting close by, and this poor lover tremblingbefore her, lost all self-command, and began to wring her hands and crywildly. "Camille, " she almost screamed, "there is but one thing for youto do; leave Beaurepaire on the instant: fly from it; it is no place foryou. "

"She is dead, " said Camille, very quietly. 

When he said that, with an unnatural and monotonous calm such asprecedes deliberate suicide, it flashed in one moment across Rose thatit was much best he should think so. 

She did not reply; but she drooped her head and let him think it. 

"She would have come to me ere this if she was alive, " said he. "Youare all in white: they mourn in white for angels like her, that go toheaven, virgins. Oh! I was blind. You might have told me at once; yousee I can bear it. What does it matter to one who loves as I love? It isonly to give her one more proof I lived only for her. I would have dieda hundred times but for my promise to her. Yes, I am coming, love; I amcoming. "

He fell on his knees and smiled, and whispered, "I am coming, Josephine, I am coming. "

A sob and a moan as of a creature dying in anguish answered him. 

Rose screamed with terror when she heard it. 

Camille rose to his feet, awestruck. "That was her voice, behind thistree, " he whispered. 

"No, no, " cried Rose; "it was me. "

But at that moment a rustle and a rush was heard of some one darting outof the tree. 

Camille darted furiously round it in the same direction. Rose tried tostop him, but was too late. The next moment Raynal's wife was in hisarms. 

CHAPTER X. 

Josephine wrestled long and terribly with nature in that old oak-tree. But who can so struggle forever? Anguish, remorse, horror, despair, andlove wrenched her to and fro; and O mysterious human heart! gleams ofa mad fitful joy shot through her, coming quick as lightning, going asquickly, and leaving the despair darker. And then the fierce struggle ofthe soul to make itself heard! More than once she had to close her mouthwith her hand: more than once she seized her throat not to cry out. Butas the struggle endured, she got weaker and weaker, and nature mightierand mightier. And when the wounded hero fell on his knees so close toher; when he who had resisted death so bravely for her, prepared to giveup life calmly for her, her bosom rose beyond all control: it seemed tofill to choking, then to split wide open and give the struggling soulpassage in one gasping sob and heart-stricken cry. Could she have pentthis in she must have died. 

It betrayed her. She felt it had: so then came the woman'sinstinct--flight: the coward's impulse--flight: the chaste wife'sinspiration--flight. She rushed from her hiding-place and made wildlyfor the house. 

But, unluckily, Camille was at that moment darting round the tree: sheran right into the danger she meant to flee. He caught her in his arms. He held her irresistibly. "I have got her; I have got her, " he shoutedin wild triumph. "No! I will not let you go. None but God shall evertake you from me, and he has spared you to me. You are not dead: youhave kept faith as I have: you have lived. See! look at me. I am alive, I am well, I am happy. I told Rose that I suffered. If I had sufferedI should remember it. It is all gone at sight of you, my love! my love!Oh, my Josephine! my love!"

His arm was firm round her waist. His glowing eyes poured love upon her. She felt his beating heart. 

All that passed in her then, what mortal can say? She seemed two women:that part of her which could not get away from his strong arm lost allstrength to resist, it yielded and thrilled under his embrace, her bosomheaving madly: all that was free writhed away from him; her face wasaverted with a glare of terror, and both her hands put up between hiseyes and it. 

"You turn away your head. Rose, she turns away. Speak for me. Scold her;for I don't know how to scold her. No answer from either; oh, what hasturned your hearts against me so?"

"Camille, " cried Rose--the tears streaming down her cheeks--"my poorCamille! leave Beaurepaire. Oh, leave it at once. "

Returned towards her with a look of inquiry. 

At that Josephine, like some feeble but nimble wild creature on whoma grasp has relaxed, writhed away from him and got free: "Farewell!Farewell!" she cried, in despair's own voice, and made swiftly for thehouse. 

Camille stood aghast, and did not follow her. 

Now ere she had gone many steps who should meet her right in front butJacintha. 

"Madame Raynal, the baroness's carriage is just in sight. I thoughtyou'd like to know. " Then she bawled proudly to Rose, "I was the firstto call her madame;" and off went Jacintha convinced she had donesomething very clever. 

This blow turned those three to stone. 

Josephine had no longer the power or the wish to fly. "Better so, " shethought, and she stood cowering. 

The great passions that had spoken so loud were struck dumb, and a deepsilence fell upon the place. Madame Raynal's quivering eye turned slowlyand askant towards Camille, but stopped in terror ere it could see him. For she knew by this fearful stillness that the truth was creeping onCamille. And so did Rose. 

At last Camille spoke one word in a low whisper. 

"Madame?"

Dead silence. 

"White? both in white?"

Rose came between him and Josephine, and sobbed out, "Camille, it wasour doing. We drove her to it. O sir, look how afraid of you she is. Donot reproach her, if you are a man. "

He waved her out of his way as if she had been some idle feather, andalmost staggered up to Josephine. 

"It is for you to speak, my betrothed: are you married?"

The poor creature, true to her nature, was thinking more of him thanherself. Even in her despair it flashed across her, "If he knew all, hetoo would be wretched for life. If I let him think ill of me he may behappy one day. " She cowered the picture of sorrow and tongue-tied guilt. 

"Are you a wife?"

"Yes. "

He winced and quivered as if a bullet had pierced him. 

"This is how I came to be suspected; she I loved was false. "

"Yes, Camille. "

"No, no!" cried Rose; "don't believe HER: she never suspected you. Wehave brought her to this, we alone. "

"Be silent, Rose! oh, be silent!" gasped Josephine. 

"I lived for you: I would have died for you; you could not even wait forme. "

A low moan, but not a word of excuse. 

"What can I do for you now?"

"Forget me, Camille, " said she despairingly, doggedly. 

"Forget you? never, never! there is but one thing I can do to show youhow I loved you: I will forgive you, and begone. Whither shall I go?whither shall I go now?"

"Camile, your words stab her. "

"Let none speak but I, " said Camille; "none but I have the right tospeak. Poor weak angel that loved yet could not wait: I forgive you. Behappy, if you can; I bid you be hap-py. "

The quiet, despairing tones died away, and with them life seemed to endto her, and hope to go out. He turned his back quickly on her. He criedhoarsely, "To the army! Back to the army, and a soldier's grave!"Then with a prodigious effort he drew himself haughtily up in marchingattitude. He took three strides, erect and fiery and bold. 

At the next something seemed to snap asunder in the great heart, and theworn body that heart had held up so long, rolled like a dead log uponthe ground with a tremendous fall. 

CHAPTER XI. 

The baroness and Aubertin were just getting out of their carriage, whensuddenly they heard shrieks of terror in the Pleasaunce. They came withquaking hearts as fast as their old limbs would carry them. They foundRose and Josephine crouched over the body of a man, an officer. 

Rose was just tearing open his collar and jacket. Dard and Jacintha hadrun from the kitchen at the screams. Camille lay on his back, white andmotionless. 

The doctor was the first to come up. "Who! what is this? I seem to knowhis face. " Then shaking his head, "Whoever it is, it is a bad case. Stand away, ladies. Let me feel his pulse. "

Whilst the old man was going stiffly down on one knee, Jacintha uttereda cry of terror. "See, see! his shirt! that red streak! Ah, ah! it isgetting bigger and bigger:" and she turned faint in a moment, and wouldhave fallen but for Dard. 

The doctor looked. "All the better, " said he firmly. "I thought hewas dead. His blood flows; then I will save him. Don't clutch me so, Josephine; don't cling to me like that. Now is the time to show yourbreed: not turn sick at the sight of a little blood, like that foolishcreature, but help me save him. "

"Take him in-doors, " cried the baroness. 

"Into our house, mamma?" gasped Rose; "no, no. "

"What, " said the baroness, "a wounded soldier who has fought for France!leave him to lie and die outside my door: what would my son say to that?He is a soldier himself. "

Rose cast a hasty look at Josephine. Josephine's eyes were bent on theground, and her hands clenched and trembling. 

"Now, Jacintha, you be off, " said the doctor. "I can't have cowardsabout him to make the others as bad. Go and stew down a piece of goodbeef for him. Stew it in red wine and water. "

"That I will: poor thing!"

"Why, I know him, " said the baroness suddenly; "it is an oldacquaintance, young Dujardin: you remember, Josephine. I used to suspecthim of a fancy for you, poor fellow! Why, he must have come here to seeus, poor soul. "

"No matter who it is; it is a man. Now, girls, have you courage, haveyou humanity? Then come one on each side of him and take hands beneathhis back, while I lift his head and Dard his legs. "

"And handle him gently whatever you do, " said Dard. "I know what it isto be wounded. "

These four carried the lifeless burden very slowly and gently across thePleasaunce to the house, then with more difficulty and caution up thestairs. 

All the while the sisters' hands griped one another tight beneath thelifeless burden, and spoke to one another. And Josephine's arm upheldtenderly but not weakly the hero she had struck down. She avoided Rose'seye, her mother's, and even the doctor's: one gasping sob escaped her asshe walked with head half averted, and vacant, terror-stricken eyes, andher victim on her sustaining arm. 

The doctor selected the tapestried chamber for him as being most airy. Then he ordered the women out, and with Dard's help undressed the stillinsensible patient. 

Josephine sat down on the stairs in gloomy silence, her eyes on theground, like one waiting for her deathblow. 

Rose, sick at heart, sat silent too at some distance. At last she saidfaintly, "Have we done well?"

"I don't know, " said Josephine doggedly. Her eyes never left the ground. 

"We could not let him die for want of care. "

"He will not thank us. Better for him to die than live. Better for me. "

At this instant Dard came running down. "Good news, mesdemoiselles, goodnews! the wound runs all along; it is not deep, like mine was. He hasopened his eyes and shut them again. The dear good doctor stopped theblood in a twinkle. The doctor says he'll be bound to save him. I mustrun and tell Jacintha. She is taking on in the kitchen. "

Josephine, who had risen eagerly from her despairing posture, claspedher hands together, then lifted up her voice and wept. "He will live! hewill live!"

When she had wept a long while, she said to Rose, "Come, sister, helpyour poor Josephine. "

"Yes, love, what shall we do?"

"My duty, " faltered Josephine. "An hour ago it seemed so sweet, " andshe fell to weeping patiently again. They went to Josephine's room. Shecrept slowly to a wardrobe, and took out a gray silk dress. 

"Oh, never mind for to-day, " cried Rose. 

"Help me, Rose. It is for myself as well; to remind me every moment I amMadame Raynal. "

They put the gray gown on her, both weeping patiently. It will be knownat the last day, all that honest women have suffered weeping silently inthis noisy world. 

Camille soon recovered his senses and a portion of his strength: thenthe irritation of his wound brought on fever. This in turn retiredbefore the doctor's remedies and a sound constitution, but it leftbehind it a great weakness and general prostration. And in this statethe fate of the body depends greatly on the mind. 

The baroness and the doctor went constantly to see him, and soothe him:he smiled and thanked them, but his eager eyes watched the door for onewho came not. 

When he got well enough to leave his bed the largest couch was sent upto him from the saloon; a kind hand lined the baron's silk dressing-gownfor him warm and soft and nice; and he would sit or lie on his couch, ortake two turns in the room leaning upon Rose's shoulder, and glad of thesupport; and he looked piteously in her eyes when she came and when shewent. Rose looked down; she could do nothing, she could say nothing. 

With his strength, Camille lost a portion of his pride: he pined for asight of her he no longer respected; pined for her, as the thirsty pinefor water in Sahara. 

At last one day he spoke out. "How kind you are to me, Rose! how kindyou all are--but one. "

He waited in hopes she would say something, but she held her tongue. 

"At least tell me why it is. Is she ashamed? Is she afraid?"

"Neither. "

"She hates me: it is true, then, that we hate those whom we havewounded. Cruel, cruel Josephine! Oh, heart of marble against which myheart has wrecked itself forever!"

"No, no! She is anything but cruel: but she is Madame Raynal. "

"Ah! I forgot. But have I no claim on her? Nearly four years she hasbeen my betrothed. What have I done? Was I ever false to her? I couldforgive her for what she has done to me, but she cannot forgive me. Doesshe mean never to see me again?"

"Ask yourself what good could come of it. "

"Very well, " said Camille, with a malicious smile. "I am in her way. Isee what she wants; she shall have it. "

Rose carried these words to Josephine. They went through her like asword. 

Rose pitied her. Rose had a moment's weakness. 

"Let us go to him, " she said; "anything is better than this. "

"Rose, I dare not, " was the wise reply. 

But the next day early, Josephine took Rose to a door outside the house, a door that had long been disused. Nettles grew before it. She produceda key and with great difficulty opened this door. It led to thetapestried chamber, and years ago they used to steal up it and peep intothe room. 

Rose scarcely needed to be told that she was to watch Camille, andreport to her. In truth, it was a mysterious, vague protection againsta danger equally mysterious. Yet it made Josephine easier. But sounflinching was her prudence that she never once could be prevailed onto mount those stairs, and peep at Camille herself. "I must starve myheart, not feed it, " said she. And she grew paler and more hollow-eyedday by day. 

Yet this was the same woman who showed such feebleness and irresolutionwhen Raynal pressed her to marry him. But then dwarfs feebly drewher this way and that. Now giants fought for her. Between a feebleinclination and a feeble disinclination her dead heart had driftedto and fro. Now honor, duty, gratitude, --which last with her was apassion, --dragged her one way: love, pity, and remorse another. 

Not one of these giants would relax his grasp, and nothing yieldedexcept her vital powers. Yes; her temper, one of the loveliest Heavenever gave a human creature, was soured at times. 

Was it a wonder? There lay the man she loved pining for her; cursing herfor her cruelty, and alternately praying Heaven to forgive him and tobless her: sighing, at intervals, all the day long, so loud, so deep, sopiteously, as if his heart broke with each sigh; and sometimes, for helittle knew, poor soul, that any human eye was upon him, casting asidehis manhood in his despair, and flinging himself on the very floor, andmuffling his head, and sobbing; he a hero. 

And here was she pining in secret for him who pined for her? "I am not awoman at all, " said she, who was all woman. "I am crueller to him than atiger or any savage creature is to the victim she tears. I must cure himof his love for me; and then die; for what shall I have to live for? Heweeps, he sighs, he cries for Josephine. "

Her enforced cruelty was more contrary to this woman's nature than blackis to white, or heat to cold, and the heart rebelled furiously at times. As when a rock tries to stem a current, the water fights its way on moresides than one, so insulted nature dealt with Josephine. Not only didher body pine, but her nerves were exasperated. Sudden twitches cameover her, that almost made her scream. Her permanent state was utterdespondency, but across it came fitful flashes of irritation; and thenshe was scarce mistress of herself. 

Wherefore you, who find some holy woman cross and bitter, stop a momentbefore you sum her up vixen and her religion naught: inquire the historyof her heart: perhaps beneath the smooth cold surface of duties welldischarged, her life has been, or even is, a battle against someself-indulgence the insignificant saint's very blood cries out for: andso the poor thing is cross, not because she is bad, but because she isbetter than the rest of us; yet only human. 

Now though Josephine was more on her guard with the baroness than withRose, or the doctor, or Jacintha, her state could not altogether escapethe vigilance of a mother's eye. 

But the baroness had not the clew we have; and what a difference thatmakes! How small an understanding, put by accident or instruction on theright track, shall run the game down! How great a sagacity shall wanderif it gets on a false scent!

"Doctor, " said the baroness one day, "you are so taken up with yourpatient you neglect the rest of us. Do look at Josephine! She is ill, or going to be ill. She is so pale, and so fretful, so peevish, which isnot in her nature. Would you believe it, doctor, she snaps?"

"Our Josephine snap? This is new. "

"And snarls. "

"Then look for the end of the world. "

"The other day I heard her snap Rose: and this morning she half snarledat me, just because I pressed her to go and console our patient. Hush!here she is. My child, I am accusing you to the doctor. I tell him youneglect his patient: never go near him. "

"I will visit him one of these days, " said Josephine, coldly. 

"One of these days, " said the baroness, shocked. "You used not to be sohard-hearted. A soldier, an old comrade of your husband's, woundedand sick, and you alone never go to him, to console him with a word ofsympathy or encouragement. "

Josephine looked at her mother with a sort of incredulous stare. Then, after a struggle, she replied with a tone and manner so spiteful and icythat it would have deceived even us who know her had we heard it. "Hehas plenty of nurses without me. " She added, almost violently, "Myhusband, if he were wounded, would not have so many, perhaps not haveone. "

With this she rose and went out, leaving them aghast. She sat down inthe passage on a window-seat, and laughed hysterically. Rose heard herand ran to her. Josephine told her what her mother had said to her. Rose soothed her. "Never mind, you have your sister who understands you:don't you go back till they have got some other topic. "

Rose out of curiosity went in, and found a discussion going on. Thedoctor was fathoming Josephine, for the benefit of his companion. 

"It is a female jealousy, and of a mighty innocent kind. We are so takenup with this poor fellow, she thinks her soldier is forgotten. "

"Surely, doctor, our Josephine would not be so unreasonable, so unjust, "suggested her mother. 

"She belongs to a sex, be it said without offending you, madame, amongwhose numberless virtues justice does not fill a prominent place. "

The baroness shook her head. "That is not it. It is a piece of prudery. This young gentleman was a sort of admirer of hers, though she did notadmire him much, as far as I remember. But it was four years ago; andshe is married to a man she loves, or is going to love. "

"Well, but, mamma, a trifling excess of delicacy is surely excusable. "This from Rose. 

"No, no; it is not delicacy; it is prudery. And when people are sick andsuffering, an honest woman should take up her charity and lay down herprudery, or her coquetry: two things that I suspect are the same thingin different shapes. "

Here Jacintha came in. "Mademoiselle, here is the colonel's broth;Madame Raynal has flavored it for him, and you are to take it up to him, and keep him company while he eats it. "

"Come, " cried the baroness, "my lecture has not been lost. "

Rose followed Jacintha up-stairs. 

Rose was heart and head on Raynal's side. 

She had deceived him about Josephine's attachment, and felt all the moredesirous to guard him against any ill consequences of it. Then he hadbeen so generous to her: he had left her her sister, who would have goneto Egypt, and escaped this misery, but for her. 

But on the other hand, --Gentle pity Tugged at her heartstrings with complaining cries. 

This watching of Camille saddened even her. When she was with him hispride bore him up: but when he was alone as he thought, his anguish anddespair were terrible, and broke out in so many ways that often Roseshrank in terror from her peep hole. 

She dared not tell Josephine the half of what she saw: what she did tellher agitated her so terribly: and often Rose had it on the tip of hertongue to say, "Do pray go and see if you can say nothing that willdo him good;" but she fought the impulse down. This battle of feeling, though less severe than her sister's, was constant; it destroyed hergayety. She, whose merry laugh used to ring like chimes through thehouse, never laughed now, seldom smiled, and often sighed. 

Dr. Aubertin was the last to succumb to the deep depression, but histime came: and he had been for a day or two as grave and as sad as therest, when one day that Rose was absent, spying on Camille, he took thebaroness and Josephine into his confidence; and condescended finally toask their advice. 

"It is humiliating, " said he, "after all my experience, to be obliged toconsult unprofessional persons. Forty years ago I should have been TOOWISE to do so. But since then I have often seen science baffled anduntrained intelligences throw light upon hard questions: and your sexin particular has luminous instincts and reads things by flashes thatwe men miss with a microscope. Our dear Madame Raynal suspected thatplausible notary, and to this day I believe she could not tell us why. "

Josephine admitted as much very frankly. 

"There you see, " said the doctor. "Well, then, you must help me in thiscase. And this time I promise to treat your art with more respect. "

"And pray who is it she is to read now?" asked the baroness. 

"Who should it be but my poor patient? He puzzles me. I never knew apatient so faint-hearted. "

"A soldier faint-hearted!" exclaimed the baroness. "To be sure these menthat storm cities, and fire cannon, and cut and hack one another with somuch spirit, are poor creatures compared with us when they have to liequiet and suffer. "

The doctor walked the room in great excitement. "It is not his woundthat is killing him, there's something on his mind. You, Josephine, with your instincts do help me: do pray, for pity's sake, throw off thatsublime indifference you have manifested all along to this man's fate. "

"She has not, " cried the baroness, firing up. "Did I not see her lininghis dressing-gown for him? and she inspects everything that he eats: doyou not?"

"Yes, mother. " She then suggested in a faltering voice that time wouldcure the patient, and time alone. 

"Time! you speak as if time was a quality: time is only a measure ofevents, favorable or unfavorable; it kills as many as it cures. "

"Why, you surely would not imply his life is in any danger?" This wasthe baroness. 

"Madame, if the case was not grave, should I take this unusual step? Itell you if some change does not take place soon, he will be a dead manin another fortnight. That is all TIME will do for him. "

The baroness uttered an exclamation of pity and distress. Josephine puther hand to her bosom, and a creeping horror came over her, and then afaintness. She sat working mechanically, and turning like ice within. After a few minutes of this, she rose with every appearance of externalcomposure and left the room. In the passage she met Rose coming hastilytowards the salon laughing: the first time she had laughed this many aday. Oh, what a contrast between the two faces that met there--the onepale and horror stricken, the other rosy and laughing!

"Well, dear, at last I am paid for all my trouble, and yours, by adiscovery; he never drinks a drop of his medicine; he pours it into theashes under the grate; I caught him in the fact. "

"Then this is too much: I can resist no longer. Come with me, " saidJosephine doggedly. 

"Where?"

"To him. "

CHAPTER XII. 

Josephine paused on the landing, and laid her hand on Rose's shoulder. It was so cold it made Rose shudder, and exacted a promise from her notto contradict a word she should say to Camille. "I do not go to him formy pleasure, but for his life, " she said; "I must deceive him and savehim; and then let me lie down and die. "

"Oh, that the wretch had never been born!" cried Rose, in despair. But she gave the required promise, and offered to go and tell CamilleJosephine was coming to visit him. 

But Josephine declined this. "No, " said she; "give me every advantage; Imust think beforehand every word I shall say; but take him by surprise, coward and doubleface that I am. "

Rose knocked at the door. A faint voice said, "Come in. " The sistersentered the room very softly. Camille sat on the sofa, his head bowedover his hands. A glance showed Josephine that he was doggedly andresolutely thrusting himself into the grave. Thinking it was onlyRose--for he had now lost all hope of seeing Josephine come in at thedoor--he never moved. Some one glided gently but rapidly up to him. Helooked up. Josephine was kneeling to him. 

He lifted his head with a start, and trembled all over. 

She whispered, "I am come to you to beg your pity; to appeal to yourgenerosity; to ask a favor; I who deserve so little of you. "

"You have waited a long time, " said Camille, agitated greatly; "and sohave I. "

"Camille, you are torturing one who loved you once, and who has beenvery weak and faithless, but not so wicked as she appears. "

"How am I torturing you?"

"With remorse; do I not suffer enough? Would you make me a murderess?"

"Why have you never been near me?" retorted Camille. "I could forgiveyour weakness, but not your heartlessness. "

"It is my duty. I have no right to seek your society. If you really wantmine, you have only to get well, and so join us down-stairs a week ortwo before you leave us. "

"How am I to get well? My heart is broken. "

"Camille, be a man. Do not fling away a soldier's life because a fickle, worthless woman could not wait for you. Forgive me like a man, or elserevenge yourself like a man. If you cannot forgive me, kill me. See, Ikneel at your feet. I will not resist you. Kill me. "

"I wish I could. Oh! if I could kill you with a look and myself with awish! No man should ever take you from me, then. We would be together inthe grave at this hour. Do not tempt me, I say;" and he cast a terriblelook of love, and hatred, and despair upon her. Her purple eye neverwinced; it poured back tenderness and affection in return. He saw andturned away with a groan, and held out his hand to her. She seized itand kissed it. "You are great, you are generous; you will not strike meas a woman strikes; you will not die to drive me to despair. "

"I see, " said he, more gently, "love is gone, but pity remains. Ithought that was gone, too. "

"Yes, Camille, " said Josephine, in a whisper, "pity remains, and remorseand terror at what I have done to a man of whom I was never worthy. "

"Well, madame, as you have come at last to me, and even do me thehonor to ask me a favor--I shall try--if only out of courtesy--to--ah, Josephine! Josephine! when did I ever refuse you anything?"

At this Josephine sank into a chair, and burst out crying. Camille, atthis, began to cry too; and the two poor things sat a long way from oneanother, and sobbed bitterly. 

The man, weakened as he was, recovered his quiet despair first. 

"Don't cry so, " said he. "But tell me what is your will, and I shallobey you as I used before any one came between us. "

"Then, live, Camille. I implore you to live. "

"Well, Josephine, since you care about it, I will try and live. Why didnot you come before and ask me? I thought I was in your way. I thoughtyou wanted me dead. "

Josephine cast a look of wonder and anguish on Camille, but she saidnothing. She rang the bell, and, on Jacintha coming up, despatched herto Dr. Aubertin for the patient's medicine. 

"Tell the doctor, " said she, "Colonel Dujardin has let fall the glass. "While Jacintha was gone, she scolded Camille gently. "How could you beso unkind to the poor doctor who loves you so? Only think: to throw awayhis medicines! Look at the ashes; they are wet. Camille, are you, too, becoming disingenuous?"

Jacintha came in with the tonic in a glass, and retired with anobeisance. Josephine took it to Camille. 

"Drink with me, then, " said he, "or I will not touch it. " Josephine tookthe glass. "I drink to your health, Camille, and to your glory; laurelsto your brow, and some faithful woman to your heart, who will make youforget this folly: it is for her I am saving you. " She put the glasswith well-acted spirit to her lips; but in the very action a spasmseized her throat and almost choked her; she lowered her head that hemight not see her face, and tried again; but the tears burst from hereyes and ran into the liquid, and her lips trembled over the brim, andwere paralyzed. 

"No, no! give it me!" he cried; "there is a tear of yours in it. " Hedrank off the bitter remedy now as if it had been nectar. 

Josephine blushed. 

"If you wanted me to live, why did you not come here before?"

"I did not think you would be so foolish, so wicked, so cruel as to dowhat you have been doing. "

"Come and shine upon me every day, and you shall have no fresh cause ofcomplaint; things flourish in the sunshine that die in the dark: Rose, it is as if the sun had come into my prison; you are pale, but you arebeautiful as ever--more beautiful; what a sweet dress! so quiet, somodest, it sets off your beauty instead of vainly trying to vie withit. " With this he put out his hand and took her gray silk dress, andwent to kiss it as a devotee kisses the altar steps. 

She snatched it away with a shudder. 

"Yes, you are right, " said she; "thank you for noticing my dress; it isa beautiful dress--ha! ha! A dress I take a pride in wearing, andalways shall, I hope. I mean to be buried in it. Come, Rose. Thank you, Camille; you are very good, you have once more promised me to live. Getwell; come down-stairs; then you will see me every day, you know--thereis a temptation. Good-by, Camille!--are you coming, Rose? What are youloitering for? God bless you, and comfort you, and help you to forgetwhat it is madness to remember!"

With these wild words she literally fled; and in one moment the roomseemed to darken to Camille. 

Outside the door Josephine caught hold of Rose. "Have I committedmyself?"

"Over and over again. Do not look so terrified; I mean to me, but not tohim. How blind he is! and how much better you must know him than I do toventure on such a transparent deceit. He believes whatever you tellhim. He is all ears and no eyes. Yes, love, I watched him keenly allthe time. He really thinks it is pity and remorse, nothing more. My poorsister, you have a hard life to lead, a hard game to play; but so faryou have succeeded; yet could look poor Raynal in the face if he camehome to-day. "

"Then God be thanked!" cried Josephine. "I am as happy to-day as I canever hope to be. Now let us go through the farce of dressing--it is neardinner-time--and then the farce of talking, and, hardest of all, thefarce of living. "

From that hour Camille began to get better very slowly, yet perceptibly. 

The doctor, afraid of being mistaken, said nothing for some days, butat last he announced the good news at the dinner-table. "He is to comedown-stairs in three days, " added the doctor. 

But I am sorry to say that as Camille's body strengthened some of theworst passions in our nature attacked him. Fierce gusts of hate and lovecombined overpowered this man's high sentiments of honor and justice, and made him clench his teeth, and vow never to leave Beaurepairewithout Josephine. She had been his four years before she ever saw thisinterloper, and she should be his forever. Her love would soon revivewhen they should meet every day, and she would end by eloping with him. 

Then conscience pricked him, and reminded him how and why Raynal hadmarried her: for Rose had told him all. Should he undermine an absentsoldier, whose whole conduct in this had been so pure, so generous, sounselfish?

But this was not all. As I have already hinted, he was under a greatpersonal obligation to his quondam comrade Raynal. Whenever this wasvividly present to his mind, a great terror fell on him, and he wouldcry out in anguish, "Oh! that some angel would come to me and tear me byforce from this place!" And the next moment passion swept over him likea flood, and carried away all his virtuous resolves. His soul was indeep waters; great waves drove it to and fro. Perilous condition, which seldom ends well. Camille was a man of honor. In no other earthlycircumstance could he have hesitated an instant between right andwrong. But such natures, proof against all other temptations, have oftenfallen, and will fall, where sin takes the angel form of her they love. Yet, of all men, they should pray for help to stand; for when they fallthey still retain one thing that divides them from mean sinners. 

Remorse, the giant that rends the great hearts which mock at fear. 

The day came in which the doctor had promised his patient he should comedown-stairs. First his comfortable sofa was taken down into the saloonfor his use: then the patient himself came down leaning on the doctor'sarm, and his heart palpitating at the thought of the meeting. He cameinto the room; the baroness was alone. She greeted him kindly, and welcomed him. Rose came in soon after and did the same. But noJosephine. Camille felt sick at heart. At last dinner was announced;"She will surely join us at dinner, " thought he. He cast his eyesanxiously on the table; the napkins were laid for four only. Thebaroness carelessly explained this to him as they sat down. "MadameRaynal dines in her own room. I am sorry to say she is indisposed. "

Camille muttered polite regrets: the rage of disappointment drove itsfangs into him, and then came the heart-sickness of hope deferred. The next day he saw her, but could not get a word with her alone. Thebaroness tortured him another way. She was full of Raynal. She lovedhim. She called him her son; was never weary of descanting on hisvirtues to Camille. Not a day passed that she did not pester Camille tomake a calculation as to the probable period of his return, and he wasobliged to answer her. She related to him before Josephine and Rose, howthis honest soldier had come to them like a guardian angel and saved thewhole family. In vain he muttered that Rose had told him. 

"Let me have the pleasure of telling it you my way, " cried she, and toldit diffusely, and kept him writhing. 

The next thing was, Josephine had received no letter from him thismonth; the first month he had missed. In vain did Rose represent thathe was only a few days over his time. The baroness became anxious, communicated her anxieties to Camille among the rest; and, by atorturing interrogatory, compelled him to explain to her beforeJosephine and them all, that ships do not always sail to a day, andare sometimes delayed. But oh! he winced at the man's name; and Roseobserved that he never mentioned it, nor acknowledged the existence ofsuch a person as Josephine's husband, except when others compelled him. Yet they were acquainted; and Rose sometimes wondered that he did notdetract or sneer. 

"I should, " said she; "I feel I should. "

"He is too noble, " said Josephine, "and too wise. For, if he did, Ishould respect him less, and my husband more than I do--if possible. "

Certainly Camille was not the sort of nature that detracts, but thereason he avoided Raynal's name was simply that his whole internalbattle was to forget such a man existed. From this dream he was rudelyawakened every hour since he joined the family, and the wound hisself-deceiving heart would fain have skinned over, was torn open. Butworse than this was the torture of being tantalized. He was in companywith Josephine, but never alone. Even if she left the room for aninstant, Rose accompanied her and returned with her. Camille at lastbegan to comprehend that Josephine had decided there should be noprivate interviews between her and him. Thus, not only the shadow of theabsent Raynal stood between them, but her mother and sister in person, and worst of all, her own will. He called her a cold-blooded fiend inhis rage. Then the thought of all her tenderness and goodness came torebuke him. But even in rebuking it maddened him. "Yes, it is her verynature to love; but since she can make her heart turn whichever way herhonor bids, she will love her husband; she does not now; but sooner orlater she will. Then she will have children--(he writhed with anguishand fury at this thought)--loving ties between him and her. He haseverything on his side. I, nothing but memories she will efface from herheart. Will efface? She must have effaced them, or she could not havemarried him. " I know no more pitiable state of mind than to love andhate the same creature. But when the two feelings are both intense, andmeet in an ardent bosom, such a man would do well to spend a day or twoupon his knees, praying for grace divine. For he who with all his soulloves and hates one woman is next door to a maniac, and is scarcelysafe an hour together from suicide or even from homicide; this truth thenewspapers tell us, by examples, every month; but are wonderfully littleheeded, because newspapers do not, nor is it their business to, analyzeand dwell upon the internal feelings of the despairing lover, whose madand bloody act they record. With such a tempest in his heart did Camilleone day wander into the park. And soon an irresistible attraction drewhim to the side of the stream that flowed along one side of it. He eyedit gloomily, and wherever the stagnant water indicated a deeper poolthan usual he stopped, and looked, and thought, "How calm and peacefulyou are!"

He sat down at last by the water-side, his eyes bent on a calm, greenpool. 

It looked very peaceful; and it could give peace. He thought, oh! whata blessing; to be quit of rage, jealousy, despair, and life, all in aminute!

Yet that was a sordid death for a soldier to die, who had seen greatbattles. Could he not die more nobly than that? With this he suddenlyfelt in his pocket; and there sure enough fate had placed his pistols. He had put them into this coat; and he had not worn this coat untilto-day. He had armed himself unconsciously. "Ah!" said he; "it is to be;all these things are preordained. " (This notion of fate has strengthenedmany a fatal resolution. ) Then he had a cruel regret. To die without aword; a parting word. Then he thought to himself, it was best so; forperhaps he should have taken her with him. 

"Sir! colonel!" uttered a solemn voice behind him. 

Absorbed and strung up to desperation as he was, this voice seemedunnaturally loud, and discordant with Camille's mood; a sudden trumpetfrom the world of small things. 

It was Picard, the notary. 

"Can you tell me where Madame Raynal is?"

"No. At the chateau, I suppose. "

"She is not there; I inquired of the servant. She was out. You have notseen her, colonel?"

"Not I; I never see her. "

"Then perhaps I had better go back to the chateau and wait for her:stay, are you a friend of the family? Colonel, suppose I were to tellyou, and ask you to break it to Madame Raynal, or, better still, to thebaroness, or Mademoiselle Rose. "

"Monsieur, " said Camille coldly, "charge me with no messages, for Icannot deliver them. I AM GOING ANOTHER WAY. "

"In that case, I will go to the chateau once more; for what I have tosay must be heard. "

Picard returned to the chateau wondering at the colonel's strangemanner. 

Camille, for his part, wondered that any one could be so mad as to talkto him about trifles; to him, a man standing on the brink of eternity. Poor soul, it was he who was mad and unlucky. He should have heard whatPicard had to say. The very gentleness and solemnity of manner ought tohave excited his curiosity. 

He watched Picard's retiring form. When he was out of sight, then heturned round and resumed his thoughts as if Picard had been no more thana fly that had buzzed and then gone. 

"Yes, I should have taken her with me, " he said. He sat gloomy anddogged like a dangerous maniac in his cell; never moved, scarce thoughtfor more than half an hour; but his deadly purpose grew in him. Suddenlyhe started. A lady was at the style, about a hundred yards distant. Hetrembled. It was Josephine. 

She came towards him slowly, her eyes bent on the ground in a deepreverie. She stopped about a stone's throw from him, and looked at theriver long and thoughtfully; then casting her eye around, she caughtsight of Camille. He watched her grimly. He saw her give a little start, and half turn round; but if this was an impulse to retreat, it wasinstantly suppressed; for the next moment she pursued her way. 

Camille stood gloomy and bitter, awaiting her in silence. He plantedhimself in the middle of the path, and said not a word. 

She looked him all over, and her color came and went. 

"Out so far as this, " she said kindly; "and without your cap. "

He put his hand to his head, and discovered that he was bareheaded. 

"You will catch your death of cold. Come, let us go in and get yourcap. "

She made as if she would pass him. He planted himself right before her. 

"No. "

"Camille!"

"Why do you shun me as if I was a viper?"

"I do not shun you. I but avoid conferences that can lead to no good; itis my duty. "

"You are very wise; cold-hearted people can be wise. "

"Am I cold-hearted, Camille?"

"As marble. "

She looked him in the face; the water came into her eyes; after awhileshe whispered, sorrowfully, "Well, Camille, I am. "

"But with all your wisdom and all your coldness, " he went on to say, "you have made a mistake; you have driven me to madness and despair. "

"Heaven forbid!" said she. 

"Your prayer comes too late; you have done it. "

"Camille, let me go to the oratory, and pray for you. You terrify me. "

"It is no use. Heaven has no mercy for me. Take my advice; stay whereyou are; don't hurry; for what remains of your life you gave to passwith me, do you understand that?"

"Ah!" And she turned pale. 

"Can you read my riddle?"

She looked him in the face. "I can read your eyes, and I know you loveme. I think you mean to kill me. I have heard men kill the thing theylove. "

"Of course they do; sooner than another should have it, they killit--they kill it. "

"God has not made them patient like us women. Poor Camille!"

"Patience dies when hope dies. Come, Madame Raynal, say a prayer, foryou are going to die. "

"God bless you, Camille!" said the poor girl, putting her hands togetherin her last prayer. At this sweet touch of affection, Camille hung hishead, and sobbed. Then suddenly lashing himself into fury, he cried, --

"You are my betrothed! you talk of duty; but you forget your duty to me. Are you not my betrothed this four years? Answer me that. "

"Yes, Camille, I was. "

"Did I not suffer death a hundred times for you, to keep faith with you, you cold-blooded traitress with an angel's face?"

"Ah, Camille! can you speak so bitterly to me? Have I denied your rightto kill me? You shall never dishonor me, but you shall kill me, if it isyour pleasure. I do not resist. Why, then, speak to me like that; mustthe last words I hear from your mouth be words of anger, cruel Camille?"

"I was wrong. But it is so hard to kill her I love in cold blood. I wantanger as well as despair to keep me to it. Come, turn your head awayfrom me, and all our troubles shall end. "

"No, Camille, let me look at you. Then you will be the last thing Ishall see on earth. "

At this he hesitated a moment; then, with a fierce stamp at what hethought was weakness, he levelled a pistol at her. 

She put up her hands with a piteous cry, "Oh! not my face, Camille! praydo not disfigure my face. Here--kill me here--in my bosom--my heart thatloved you well, when it was no sin to love you. "

"I can't shoot you. I can't spill your blood. The river will end all, and not disfigure your beauty, that has driven me mad, and cost you, poor wretch, your life. "

"Thank you, dear Camille. The water does not frighten me as a pistoldoes; it will not hurt me; it will only kill me. "

"No, it is but a plunge, and you will be at peace forever; and so shallI. Come, take my hand, Madame Raynal, Madame Raynal. "

She gave him her hand with a look of infinite love. She only said, "Mypoor mother!" That word did not fall to the ground. It flashed likelightning at night across the demented lover, and lighted up his egotism(suicide, like homicide, is generally a fit of maniacal egotism), evento his eyes blinded by fury. 

"Wretch that I am, " he shrieked. "Fly, Josephine, fly! escape thismoment, that my better angel whispers to me. Do you hear? begone, whileit is time. "

"I will not leave you, Camille. "

"I say you shall. Go to your mother and Rose; go to those you love, andI can pity; go to the chapel and thank Heaven for your escape. "

"Yes, but not without you, Camille. I am afraid to leave you. "

"You have more to fear if you stay. Well, I can't wait any longer. Stay, then, and live; and learn from me how to love Jean Raynal. "

He levelled the pistol at himself. 

Josephine threw herself on him with a cry, and seized his arm. With thestrength excitement lent her she got the better, and all but overpoweredhim. But, as usual, the man's strength lasted longer, and with asustained effort he threw her off; then, pale and panting, raised thepistol to take his life. This time she moved neither hand nor foot; butshe palsied his rash hand with a word. 

"No; I LOVE YOU. "

CHAPTER XIII. 

There lie the dead corpses of those words on paper; but my art ispowerless to tell you how they were uttered, those words, potent as aking's, for they saved a life. 

They were a cry of terror and a cry of reproach and a cry of loveunfathomable. 

The weapon shook in his hand. He looked at her with growing astonishmentand joy; she at him fixedly and anxiously, her hands clasped insupplication. 

"As you used to love me?"

"More, far more. Give me the pistol. I love you, dearest. I love you. "

At these delicious words he lost all power of resistance, she saw;and her soft and supple hand stole in and closed upon his, and gentlywithdrew the weapon, and threw it into the water. "Good Camille! nowgive me the other. "

"How do you know there is another?"

"I know you are not the man to kill a woman and spare yourself. Come. "

"Josephine, have pity on me, do not deceive me; pray do not take this, my only friend, from me, unless you really love me. "

"I love you; I adore you, " was her reply. 

She leaned her head on his shoulder, but with her hand she sought his, and even as she uttered those loving words she coaxed the weapon fromhis now unresisting grasp. 

"There, it is gone; you are saved from death--saved from crime. " Andwith that, the danger was over, she trembled for the first time, andfell to sobbing hysterically. 

He threw himself at her knees, and embraced them again and again, andbegged her forgiveness in a transport of remorse and self-reproach. 

She looked down with tender pity on him, and heard his cries ofpenitence and shame. 

"Rise, Camille, and go home with me, " said she faintly. 

"Yes, Josephine. "

They went slowly and in silence. Camille was too ashamed and penitentto speak; too full of terror too at the abyss of crime from which hehad been saved. The ancients feigned that a virgin could subdue a lion;perhaps they meant that a pure gentle nature can subdue a nature fiercebut generous. Lion-like Camille walked by Josephine's side with his eyesbent on the ground, the picture of humility and penitence. 

"This is the last walk you and I shall take together, " said Josephinesolemnly. 

"I know it, " said he humbly. "I have forfeited all right to be by yourside. "

"My poor, lost love, " sighed Josephine, "will you never understandme? You never stood higher in my esteem than at this moment. It is theavowal you have forced from ME that parts us. The man to whom I havesaid 'I'--must not remain beneath my husband's roof. Does not your senseof honor agree with mine?"

"It does, " faltered he. 

"To-morrow you must leave the chateau. "

"I will obey you. "

"What, you do not resist, you do not break my heart by complaints, byreproaches?"

"No, Josephine, all is changed. I thought you unfeeling: I thought youwere going to be HAPPY with him; that was what maddened me. "

"I pray daily YOU may be happy, no matter how. But you and I are notalike, dear as we are to one another. Well, do not fear: I shall neverbe happy--will that soothe you, Camille?"

"Yes, Josephine, all is changed; the words you have spoken have driventhe fiends out of my heart. I have nothing to do now but to obey, you tocommand: it is your right. Since you love me a little still, disposeof me. Bid me live: bid me die: bid me stay: bid me go. I shall neverdisobey the angel who loves me, my only friend upon the earth. "

A single deep sob from Josephine was all the answer. 

Then he could not help asking her why she had not trusted him?

"Why did you not say to me long ago, 'I love you, but I am a wife; myhusband is an honest soldier, absent, and fighting for France: I am theguardian of his honor and my own; be just, be generous, be self-denying;depart and love me only as angels love'? Perhaps this might have helpedme to show you that I too am a man of honor. "

"Perhaps I was wrong, " sighed Josephine. "I think I should have trustedmore to you. But then, who would have thought you could really doubt mylove? You were ill; I could not bear you to go till you were well, quitewell. I saw no other way to keep you but this, to treat you with feignedcoldness. You saw the coldness, but not what it cost me to maintain it. Yes, I was unjust; and inconsiderate, for I had many furtive joys tosustain me: I had you in my house under my care--that thought was alwayssweet--I had a hand in everything that was for your good, for yourcomfort. I helped Jacintha make your soup and your chocolate every day. I had the delight of lining the dressing-gown you were to wear. I hadalways some little thing or other to do for you. These kept me up: Iforgot in my selfishness that you had none of these supports, and thatI was driving you to despair. I am a foolish, disingenuous woman: I havebeen very culpable. Forgive me!"

"Forgive you, angel of purity and goodness? I alone am to blame. What right had I to doubt your heart? I knew the whole story of yourmarriage; I saw your sweet pale face; but I was not pure enough tocomprehend angelic virtue and unselfishness. Well, I am brought tomy senses. There is but one thing for me to do--you bade me leave youto-morrow. "

"I was very cruel. "

"No! not cruel, wise. But I will be wiser. I shall go to-night. "

"To-night, Camille?" said Josephine, turning pale. 

"Ay! for to-night I am strong; to-morrow I may be weak. To-nighteverything thrusts me on the right path. To-morrow everything will drawme from it. Do not cry, beloved one; you and I have a hard fight. Wemust be true allies; whenever one is weak, then is the time for theother to be strong. I have been weaker than you, to my shame be it said;but this is my hour of strength. A light from heaven shows me my path. I am full of passion, but like you I have honor. You are Raynal's wife, and--Raynal saved my life. "

"Ah! is it possible? When? where? may Heaven bless him for it!"

"Ask HIM; and say I told you of it--I have not strength to tell it you, but I will go to-night. "

Then Josephine, who had resisted till all her strength was gone, whispered with a blush that it was too late to get a conveyance. 

"I need none to carry my sword, my epaulets, and my love for you. Ishall go on foot. "

Josephine said nothing, but she began to walk slower and slower. Andso the unfortunate pair came along creeping slowly with drooping headstowards the gate of the Pleasaunce. There their last walk in this worldmust end. Many a man and woman have gone to the scaffold with heartsless heavy and more hopeful than theirs. 

"Dry your eyes, Josephine, " said Camille with a deep sigh. "They are allout on the Pleasaunce. "

"No, I will not dry my eyes, " cried Josephine, almost violently. "I carefor nothing now. "

The baroness, the doctor, and Rose, were all in the Pleasaunce: and asthe pair came in, lo! every eye was bent on Josephine. 

She felt this, and her eyes sought the ground: benumbed as she was withdespondency, she began now to dread some fresh stroke or other. 

Camille felt doubly guilty and confused. How they all look at us, hethought. Do they know what a villain I have been? He determined to slipaway, and pack up, and begone. However, nobody took any notice of him. The baroness drew Josephine apart. And Rose followed her mother andsister with eyes bent on the ground. 

There was a strange solemnity about them all. 

Aubertin remained behind. But even he took no notice of Camille, butwalked up and down with his hands behind him, and a sad and troubledface. Camille felt his utter desolation. He was nothing to any of them. He resolved to go at once, and charge Aubertin with his last adieus tothe family. It was a wise and manly resolve. He stopped Aubertin inthe middle of his walk, and said in a faint voice of the deepestdejection, --

"Doctor, the time is come that I must once more thank you for all yourgoodness to me, and bid you all farewell. "

"What, going before your strength is re-established?" said the doctorpolitely, but not warmly. 

"I am out of all danger, thanks to your skill. "

"Colonel, at another time I should insist upon your staying a day or twolonger; but now I think it would be unadvisable to press you to stay. Ah, colonel, you came to a happy house, but you leave a sad one. PoorMadame Raynal!"

"Sir!"

"You saw the baroness draw her aside. "

"Y-yes. "

"By this time she knows it. "

"In Heaven's name what do you mean?" asked Camille. 

"I forgot; you are not aware of the calamity that has fallen upon ourbeloved Josephine; on the darling of the house. "

Camille turned cold with vague apprehension. But he contrived to stammerout, "No; tell me! for Heaven's sake tell me. "

The doctor thus pressed revealed all in a very few words. "My poorfriend, " said he solemnly, "her husband--is dead. "

CHAPTER XIV. 

The baroness, as I have said, drew Josephine aside, and tried to breakto her the sad news: but her own grief overcame her, and bursting intotears she bewailed the loss of her son. Josephine was greatly shocked. Death!--Raynal dead--her true, kind friend dead--her benefactor dead. She clung to her mother's neck, and sobbed with her. Presently shewithdrew her face and suddenly hid it in both her hands. 

She rose and kissed her mother once more: and went to her own room: andthen, though there was none to see her, she hid her wet, but burning, cheeks in her hands. 

Josephine confined herself for some days to her own room, leaving itonly to go to the chapel in the park, where she spent hours in prayersfor the dead and in self-humiliation. Her "tender conscience" accusedherself bitterly for not having loved this gallant spirit more than shehad. 

Camille realized nothing at first; he looked all confused in thedoctor's face, and was silent. Then after awhile he said, "Dead? Raynaldead?"

"Killed in action. "

A red flush came to Camille's face, and his eyes went down to the groundat his very feet, nor did he once raise them while the doctor told himhow the sad news had come. "Picard the notary brought us the Moniteur, and there was Commandant Raynal among the killed in a cavalry skirmish. "With this, he took the journal from his pocket, and Camille read it, with awe-struck, and other feelings he would have been sorry to seeanalyzed. He said not a word; and lowered his eyes to the ground. 

"And now, " said Aubertin, "you will excuse me. I must go to my poorfriend the baroness. She had a mother's love for him who is no more:well she might. "

Aubertin went away, and left Dujardin standing there like a statue, hiseyes still glued to the ground at his feet. 

The doctor was no sooner out of sight, than Camille raised his eyesfurtively, like a guilty person, and looked irresolutely this wayand that: at last he turned and went back to the place where he hadmeditated suicide and murder; looked down at it a long while, thenlooked up to heaven--then fell suddenly on his knees: and so remainedtill night-fall. Then he came back to the chateau. 

He whispered to himself, "And I am afraid it is too late to go awayto-night. " He went softly into the saloon. Nobody was there but Rose andAubertin. At sight of him Rose got up and left the room. But I supposeshe went to Josephine; for she returned in a few minutes, and rang thebell, and ordered some supper to be brought up for Colonel Dujardin. 

"You have not dined, I hear, " said she, very coldly. 

"I was afraid you were gone altogether, " said the doctor: then turningto Rose, "He told me he was going this evening. You had better stayquiet another day or two, " added he, kindly. 

"Do you think so?" said Camille, timidly. 

He stayed upon these terms. And now he began to examine himself. "DidI wish him dead? I hope I never formed such a thought! I don't rememberever wishing him dead. " And he went twice a day to that place by thestream, and thought very solemnly what a terrible thing ungovernedpassion is; and repented--not eloquently, but silently, sincerely. 

But soon his impatient spirit began to torment itself again. Why didJosephine shun him now? Ah! she loved Raynal now that he was dead. Womenlove the thing they have lost; so he had heard say. In that case, thevery sight of him would of course be odious to her: he could understandthat. The absolute, unreasoning faith he once had in her had beenso rudely shaken by her marriage with Raynal, that now he could onlybelieve just so much as he saw, and he saw that she shunned him. 

He became moody, sad, and disconsolate: and as Josephine shunned him, sohe avoided all the others, and wandered for hours by himself, perplexedand miserable. After awhile, he became conscious that he was under asort of surveillance. Rose de Beaurepaire, who had been so kind to himwhen he was confined to his own room, but had taken little notice of himsince he came down, now resumed her care of him, and evidently made ither business to keep up his heart. She used to meet him out walking ina mysterious way, and in short, be always falling in with him and tryingto cheer him up: with tolerable success. 

Such was the state of affairs when the party was swelled and matterscomplicated by the arrival of one we have lost sight of. 

Edouard Riviere retarded his cure by an impatient spirit: but he gotwell at last, and his uncle drove him in the cabriolet to his ownquarters. The news of the house had been told him by letter, but, ofcourse, in so vague and general a way that, thinking he knew all, inreality he knew nothing. 

Josephine had married Raynal. The marriage was sudden, but no doubtthere was an attachment: he had some reason to believe in suddenattachments. Colonel Dujardin, an old acquaintance, had come backto France wounded, and the good doctor had undertaken his cure: thisincident appeared neither strange nor any way important. What affectedhim most deeply was the death of Raynal, his personal friend and patron. But when his tyrants, as he called the surgeon and his uncle, gave himleave to go home, all feelings were overpowered by his great joy at theprospect of seeing Rose. He walked over to Beaurepaire, his arm in asling, his heart beating. He was coming to receive the reward of all hehad done, and all he had attempted. "I will surprise them, " thought he. "I will see her face when I come in at the door: oh, happy hour! thispays for all. " He entered the house without announcing himself; he wentsoftly up to the saloon; to his great disappointment he found no onebut the baroness: she received him kindly, but not with the warmth heexpected. She was absorbed in her new grief. He asked timidly after herdaughters. "Madame Raynal bears up, for the sake of others. You willnot, however, see her: she keeps her room. My daughter Rose is takinga walk, I believe. " After some polite inquiries, and sympathy with hisaccident, the baroness retired to indulge her grief, and Edouard thusliberated ran in search of his beloved. 

He met her at the gate of the Pleasaunce, but not alone. She was walkingwith an officer, a handsome, commanding, haughty, brilliant officer. Shewas walking by his side, talking earnestly to him. 

An arrow of ice shot through young Riviere; and then came a feeling ofdeath at his heart, a new symptom in his young life. 

The next moment Rose caught sight of him. She flushed all over anduttered a little exclamation, and she bounded towards him like a littleantelope, and put out both her hands at once. He could only give herone. 

"Ah!" she cried with an accent of heavenly pity, and took his hand withboth hers. 

This was like the meridian sun coming suddenly on a cold place. He wasall happiness. 

When Josephine heard he was come her eye flashed, and she said quickly, "I will come down to welcome him--dear Edouard!"

The sisters looked at one another. Josephine blushed. Rose smiled andkissed her. She colored higher still, and said, "No, she was ashamed togo down. "

"Why?"

"Look at my face. "

"I see nothing wrong with it, except that it eclipses other people's, and I have long forgiven you that. "

"Oh, yes, dear Rose: look what a color it has, and a fortnight ago itwas pale as ashes. "

"Never mind; do you expect me to regret that?"

"Rose, I am a very bad woman. "

"Are you, dear? then hook this for me. "

"Yes, love. But I sometimes think you would forgive me if you knew howhard I pray to be better. Rose, I do try so to be as unhappy as I ought;but I can't, I can't. My cold heart seems as dead to unhappiness as onceit was to happiness. Am I a heartless woman after all?"

"Not altogether, " said Rose dryly. "Fasten my collar, dear, and don'ttorment yourself. You have suffered much and nobly. It was Heaven'swill: you bowed to it. It was not Heaven's will that you should beblighted altogether. Bow in this, too, to Heaven's will: take thingsas they come, and do cease to try and reconcile feelings that are tooopposite to live together. "

"Ah! these are such comfortable words, Rose; but mamma will see thisdreadful color in my cheek, and what can I say to her?"

"Ten to one it will not be observed; and if it should, I will say it isthe excitement of seeing Edouard. Leave all to me. "

Josephine greeted Edouard most affectionately, drew from him his wholehistory, and petted him and sympathized with him deliciously, and madehim the hero of the evening. Camille, who was not naturally of a jealoustemper, bore this very well at first, but at last he looked so bitterat her neglect of him, that Rose took him aside to soothe him. Edouard, missing the auditor he most valued, and seeing her in secret conferencewith the brilliant colonel, felt a return of the jealous pangs thathad seized him at first sight of the man; and so they played at crosspurposes. 

At another period of the evening the conversation became more general;and Edouard took a dislike to Colonel Dujardin. A young man oftwenty-eight nearly always looks on a boy of twenty-one with the air ofa superior, and this assumption, not being an ill-natured one, is apt tobe so easy and so undefined that the younger hardly knows how to resentor to resist it. But Edouard was a little vain as we know; and theColonel jarred him terribly. His quick haughty eye jarred him. Hisregimentals jarred him: they fitted like a glove. His mustache and hismanner jarred him, and, worst of all, his cool familiarity with Rose, who seemed to court him rather than be courted by him. He put this actof Rose's to the colonel's account, according to the custom of lovers, and revenged himself in a small way by telling Josephine in her ear"that the colonel produced on his mind the effect of an intolerablepuppy. "

Josephine colored up and looked at him with a momentary surprise. Shesaid quietly, "Military men do give themselves some airs, but he is veryamiable at bottom. You must make a better acquaintance with him, andthen he will reveal to you his nobler qualities. "--"Oh! I have noparticular desire, " sneered unlucky Edouard. Sweet as Josephine was, this was too much for her: she said nothing; but she quietly turnedEdouard over to Aubertin, and joined Rose, and under cover of her had asweet timid chat with her falsely accused. 

This occupied the two so entirely that Edouard was neglected. This hurthis foible, and seemed to be so unkind on the very first day of hisreturn that he made his adieus to the baroness, and marched off indudgeon unobserved. 

Rose missed him first, but said nothing. 

When Josephine saw he was gone, she uttered a little exclamation, andlooked at Rose. Rose put on a mien of haughty indifference, but thewater was in her eyes. 

Josephine looked sorrowful. 

When they talked over everything together at night, she reproachedherself. "We behaved ill to poor Edouard: we neglected him. "

"He is a little cross, ill-tempered fellow, " said Rose pettishly. 

"Oh, no! no!"

"And as vain as a peacock. "

"Has he not some right to be vain in this house?"

"Yes, --no. I am very angry with him. I won't hear a word in his favor, "said Rose pouting: then she gave his defender a kiss. "Yes, dear, " saidJosephine, answering the kiss, and ignoring the words, "he is a dear;and he is not cross, nor so very vain, poor boy! now don't you see whatit was?"

"No. "

"Yes, you do, you little cunning thing: you are too shrewd not to seeeverything. "

"No, indeed, Josephine; do tell me, don't keep me waiting: I can't bearthat. "

"Well, then--jealous! A little. "

"Jealous? Oh, what fun! Of Camille? Ha! ha! Little goose!"

"And, " said Josephine very seriously, "I almost think he would bejealous of any one that occupied your attention. I watched him more orless all the evening. "

"All the better. I'll torment my lord. "

"Heaven forbid you should be so cruel. "

"Oh! I will not make him unhappy, but I'll tease him a little; it is notin nature to abstain. "

This foible detected in her lover, Rose was very gay at the prospect ofamusement it afforded her. 

And I think I have many readers who at this moment are awaiting unmixedenjoyment and hilarity from the same source. 

I wish them joy of their prospect. 

Edouard called the next day: he wore a gloomy air. Rose met this witha particularly cheerful one; on this, Edouard's face cleared up, andhe was himself again; agreeable as this was, Rose felt a littledisappointed. "I am afraid he is not very jealous after all, " thoughtshe. 

Josephine left her room this day and mingled once more with the family. The bare sight of her was enough for Camille at first, but after awhilehe wanted more. He wanted to be often alone with her; but several causesco-operated to make her shy of giving him many such opportunities:first, her natural delicacy, coupled with her habit of self-denial; thenher fear of shocking her mother, and lastly her fear of her own heart, and of Camille, whose power over her she knew. For Camille, when he didget a sweet word alone with her, seemed to forget everything except thatshe was his betrothed, and that he had come back alive to marry her. He spoke to her of his love with an ardor and an urgency that made herthrill with happiness, but at the same time shrink with a certain fearand self-reproach. Possessed with a feeling no stronger than hers, butsingle, he did not comprehend the tumult, the trouble, the daily contestin her heart. The wind seemed to him to be always changing, and hot andcold the same hour. Since he did not even see that she was acting inhourly fear of her mother's eye, he was little likely to penetrateher more hidden sentiments; and then he had not touched herkey-note, --self-denial. 

Women are self-denying and uncandid. Men are self-indulgent andoutspoken. 

And this is the key to a thousand double misunderstandings; for believeme, good women are just as stupid in misunderstanding men as honest menare in misunderstanding women. 

To Camille, Josephine's fluctuations, joys, tremors, love, terror, modesty, seemed one grand total, caprice. The component parts of it hesaw not; and her caprice tortured him almost to madness. Too penitentto give way again to violent passion, he gently fretted. His healthretrograded and his temper began to sour. The eye of timid love thatwatched him with maternal anxiety from under its long lashes saw thiswith dismay, and Rose, who looked into her sister's bosom, devotedherself once more to soothe him without compromising Josephine'sdelicacy. Matters were not so bad but what a fine sprightly girl likeRose could cheer up a dejected but manly colonel; and Rose was generallysuccessful. 

But then, unfortunately, this led to a fresh mystification. Riviere'snatural jealousy revived, and found constant food in the attention Rosepaid Camille, a brilliant colonel living in the house while he, poorwretch, lived in lodgings. The false position of all the parties broughtabout some singular turns. I give from their number one that forms alink, though a small one, in my narrative. 

One day Edouard came to tell Rose she was making him unhappy; he had heralone in the Pleasaunce; she received him with a radiant smile, and theyhad a charming talk, --a talk all about HIM: what the family owed him, etc. 

On this, his late jealousy and sense of injury seemed a thing of threeyears ago, and never to return. So hard it is for the loving heart toresist its sun. 

Jacintha came with a message from the colonel: "Would it be agreeable toMademoiselle Rose to walk with him at the usual hour?"

"Certainly, " said Rose. 

As Jacintha was retiring Edouard called to her to stop a minute. 

Then, turning to Rose, he begged her very ceremoniously to reconsiderthat determination. 

"What determination?"

"To sacrifice me to this Colonel Dujardin. " Still politely, only alittle grimly. 

Rose opened her eyes. "Are you mad?" inquired she with quiet hauteur. 

"Neither mad nor a fool, " was the reply. "I love you too well to shareyour regard with any one, upon any terms; least of all upon these, thatthere is to be a man in the world at whose beck and call you are tobe, and at whose orders you are to break off an interview with me. Perdition!"

"Dear Edouard, what folly! Can you suspect me of discourtesy, as well asof--I know not what. Colonel Dujardin will join us, that is all, and weshall take a little walk with him. "

"Not I. I decline the intrusion; you are engaged with me, and I havethings to say to you that are not fit for that puppy to hear. So choosebetween me and him, and choose forever. "

Rose colored. "I should be very sorry to choose either of you forever;but for this afternoon I choose you. "

"Oh, thank you--my whole life shall prove my gratitude for thispreference. "

Rose beckoned Jacintha, and sent her with an excuse to Colonel Dujardin. She then turned with an air of mock submission to Edouard. "I am atmonsieur's ORDERS. "

Then this unhappy novice, being naturally good-natured, thanked heragain and again for her condescension in setting his heart at rest. Heproposed a walk, since his interference had lost her one. She yieldeda cold assent. This vexed him, but he took it for granted it would wearoff before the end of the walk. Edouard's heart bounded, but he lovedher too sincerely to be happy unless he could see her happy too; themalicious thing saw this, or perhaps knew it by instinct, and by meansof this good feeling of his she revenged herself for his tyranny. Shetortured him as only a woman can torture, and as even she can tortureonly a worthy man, and one who loves her. In the course of that shortwalk this inexperienced girl, strong in the instincts and inborn artsof her sex, drove pins and needles, needles and pins, of all sorts andsizes, through her lover's heart. 

She was everything by turns, except kind, and nothing for long together. She was peevish, she was ostentatiously patient and submissive, she wasinattentive to her companion and seemingly wrapped up in contemplationof absent things and persons, the colonel to wit; she was dogged, repulsive, and cold; and she never was herself a single moment. Theyreturned to the gate of the Pleasaunce. "Well, mademoiselle, " saidRiviere very sadly, "that interloper might as well have been with us. "

"Of course he might, and you would have lost nothing by permitting meto be courteous to a guest and an invalid. If you had not played thetyrant, and taken the matter into your own hands, I should have foundmeans to soothe your jeal--I mean your vanity; but you preferred to haveyour own way. Well, you have had it. "

"Yes, mademoiselle, you have given me a lesson; you have shown me howidle it is to attempt to force a young lady's inclinations in anything. "

He bade her good-day, and went away sorrowful. 

She cut Camille dead for the rest of the day. 

Next morning, early, Edouard called expressly to see her. "MademoiselleRose, " said he, humbly, "I called to apologize for the ungentlemanlytone of my remonstrances yesterday. "

"Fiddle-dee, " said Rose. "Don't do it again; that is the best apology. "

"I am not likely to offend so again, " said he sadly. "I am going away. Iam sorry to say I am promoted; my new post is ten leagues. HE WILL HAVEIT ALL HIS OWN WAY NOW. But perhaps it is best. Were I to stay here, Iforesee you would soon lose whatever friendly feeling you have for me. "

"Am I so changeable? I am not considered so, " remonstrated Rose, gently. 

Riviere explained; "I am not vain, " said he, with that self-knowledgewhich is so general an attribute of human beings; "no man less so, noram I jealous; but I respect myself, and I could never be content toshare your time and your regard with Colonel Dujardin, nor with a muchbetter man. See now; he has made me arrogant. Was I ever so before?"

"No! no! no! and I forgive you now, my poor Edouard. "

"He has made you cold as ice to me. "

"No! that was my own wickedness and spitefulness. "

"Wickedness, spitefulness! they are not in your nature. It is all thatwretch's doing. "

Rose sighed, but she said nothing; for she saw that to excuse Camillewould only make the jealous one more bitter against him. 

"Will you deign to write to me at my new post? once a month? in answerto my letters?"

"Yes, dear. But you will ride over sometimes to see us. "

"Oh, yes; but for some little time I shall not be able. The duties of anew post. "

"Perhaps in a month--a fortnight?"

"Sooner perhaps; the moment I hear that man is out of the house. "

Edouard went away, dogged and sad; Rose shut herself up in her room andhad a good cry. In the afternoon Josephine came and remonstrated withher. "You have not walked with him at all to-day. "

"No; you must pet him yourself for once. I hate the sight of him; ithas made mischief between Edouard and me, my being so attentive to him. Edouard is jealous, and I cannot wonder. After all, what right have I tomystify him who honors me with his affection?"

Then, being pressed with questions by Josephine, she related to her allthat had passed between Edouard and her, word for word. 

"Poor Camille!" sighed Josephine the just. 

"Oh, dear, yes! poor Camille! who has the power to make us allmiserable, and who does it, and will go on doing it until he is happyhimself. "

"Ah! would to Heaven I could make him as happy as he deserves to be. "

"You could easily make him much happier than that. And why not do it?"

"O Rose, " said Josephine, shocked, "how can you advise me so?"

She then asked her if she thought it possible that Camille could beignorant of her heart. 

"Josephine, " replied Rose, angrily, "these men are absurd: they believeonly what they see. I have done what I can for you and Camille, but itis useless. Would you have him believe you love him, you must yourselfbe kind to him; and it would be a charitable action: you would make fourunhappy people happy, or, at least, put them on the road; NOW they areoff the road, and, by what I have seen to-day, I think, if we go on somuch longer, it will be too late to try to return. Come, Josephine, for my sake! Let me go and tell him you will consent--to all ourhappinesses. There, the crime is mine. " And she ran off in spite ofJosephine's faint and hypocritical entreaties. She returns the nextminute looking all aghast. "It is too late, " said she. "He is goingaway. I am sure he is, for he is packing up his things to go. I spiedthrough the old place and saw him. He was sighing like a furnace as hestrapped his portmanteau. I hate him, of course, but I was sorry forhim. I could not help being. He sighed so all the time, piteously. "

Josephine turned pale, and lifted her hands in surprise and dismay. 

"Depend on it, Josephine, we are wrong, " said Rose, firmly: "thesewretches will not stand our nonsense above a certain time: they are notsuch fools. We are mismanaging: one gone, the other going; both losingfaith in us. "

Josephine's color returned to her cheek, and then mounted high. Presently she smiled, a smile full of conscious power and furtivecomplacency, and said quietly, "He will not go. "

Rose was pleased, but not surprised, to hear her sister speak soconfidently, for she knew her power over Camille. "That is right, " saidshe, "go to him, and say two honest words: 'I bid you stay. '"

"O Rose! no!"

"Poltroon! You know he would go down on his knees, and stay directly. "

"No: I should blush all my life before you and him. I COULD not. Ishould let him go sooner, almost. Oh, no! I will never ask a man to staywho wishes to leave me. But just you go to him, and say Madame Raynalis going to take a little walk: will he do her the honor to be hercompanion? Not a word more, if you love me. "

"I'll go. Hypocrite!"

Josephine received Camille with a bright smile. She seemed in unusuallygood spirits, and overflowing with kindness and innocent affection. Onthis his high gloomy brow relaxed, and all his prospects brightened asby magic. Then she communicated to him a number of little plans for nextweek and the week after. Among the rest he was to go with her and Roseto Frejus. "Such a sweet place: I want to show it you. You will come?"

He hesitated a single moment: a moment of intense anxiety to the smilingJosephine. 

"Yes! he would come: it was a great temptation, he saw so little ofher. "

"Well, you will see more of me now. "

"Shall I see you every day--alone, I mean?"

"Oh, yes, if you wish it, " replied Josephine, in an off-hand, indifferent way. 

He seized her hand and devoured it with kisses. "Foolish thing!"murmured she, looking down on him with ineffable tenderness. "Should Inot be always with you if I consulted my inclination?--let me go. "

"No! consult your inclination a little longer. "

"Must I?"

"Yes; that shall be your punishment. "

"For what? What have I done?" asked she with an air of great innocence. 

"You have made me happy, me who adore you, " was the evasive reply. 

Josephine came in from her walk with a high color and beaming eyes, andscreamed, "Run, Rose!"

On this concise, and to us not very clear instruction, Rose slipped upthe secret stair. She saw Camille come in and gravely unpack his littleportmanteau, and dispose his things in the drawers with soldier-likeneatness, and hum an agreeable march. She came and told Josephine. 

"Ah!" said Josephine with a little sigh of pleasure, and a gentletriumph in her eyes. 

She had not only got her desire, but had arrived at it her way, --woman'sway, round about. 

This adroit benevolence led to more than she bargained for. She andCamille were now together every day: and their hearts, being underrestraint in public, melted together all the more in their stoleninterviews. 

At the third delicious interview the modest Camille begged Josephine tobe his wife directly. 

Have you noticed those half tame deer that come up to you in a park solovingly, with great tender eyes, and, being now almost within reach, stop short, and with bodies fixed like statues on pedestals, craneout their graceful necks for sugar, or bread, or a chestnut, or apocket-handkerchief? Do but offer to put your hand upon them, away theybound that moment twenty yards, and then stand quite still, and look atyour hand and you, with great inquiring, suspicious, tender eyes. 

So Josephine started at Camille's audacious proposal. "Never mentionsuch a thing to me again: or--or, I will not walk with you any more:"then she thrilled with pleasure at the obnoxious idea, "she Camille'swife!" and colored all over--with rage, Camille thought. He promisedsubmissively not to renew the topic: no more he did till next day. Josephine had spent nearly the whole interval in thinking of it; so shewas prepared to put him down by calm reasons. She proceeded to do so, gently, but firmly. 

Lo and behold! what does he do, but meets her with just as many reasons, and just as calm ones: and urges them gently, but firmly. 

Heaven had been very kind to them: why should they be unkind tothemselves? They had had a great escape: why not accept the happiness, as, being persons of honor, they had accepted the misery? with manyother arguments, differing in other things, but agreeing in this, thatthey were all sober, grave, and full of common-sense. 

Finding him not defenceless on the score of reason, she shifted herground and appealed to his delicacy. On this he appealed to herlove, and then calm reason was jostled off the field, and passion andsentiment battled in her place. 

In these contests day by day renewed, Camille had many advantages. 

Rose, though she did not like him, had now declared on his side. Sherefused to show him the least attention. This threw him on Josephine:and when Josephine begged her to help reduce Camille to reason, heranswer would be, --

"Hypocrite!" with a kiss: or else she would say, with a half comicpetulance, "No! no! I am on his side. Give him his own way, or he willmake us all four miserable. "

Thus Josephine's ally went over to the enemy. 

And then this coy young lady's very power of resistance began to giveway. She had now battled for months against her own heart: first for hermother; then, in a far more terrible conflict for Raynal, for honor andpurity; and of late she had been battling, still against her own heart, for delicacy, for etiquette, things very dear to her, but not so great, holy, and sustaining as honor and charity that were her very householdgods: and so, just when the motives of resistance were lowered, thelength of the resistance began to wear her out. 

For nothing is so hard to her sex as a long steady struggle. In mattersphysical, this is the thing the muscles of the fair cannot stand; inmatters intellectual and moral, the long strain it is that beats themdead. 

Do not look for a Bacona, a Newtona, a Handella, a Victoria Huga. 

Some American ladies tell us education has stopped the growth of these. 

No! mesdames. These are not in nature. 

They can bubble letters in ten minutes that you could no more deliverto order in ten days than a river can play like a fountain. They cansparkle gems of stories: they can flash little diamonds of poems. Theentire sex has never produced one opera nor one epic that mankind couldtolerate: and why? these come by long, high-strung labor. But, weak asthey are in the long run of everything but the affections (and theregiants), they are all overpowering while their gallop lasts. Fragillashall dance any two of you flat on the floor before four o'clock, andthen dance on till the peep of day. 

Only you trundle off to your business as usual, and could dance againthe next night, and so on through countless ages. 

She who danced you into nothing is in bed, a human jelly tipped withheadache. 

What did Josephine say to Rose one day? "I am tired of saying 'No! no!no! no! no!' forever and ever to him I love. "

But this was not all. She was not free from self-reproach. Camille'sfaith in her had stood firm. Hers in him had not. She had wronged him, first by believing him false, then by marrying another. One day sheasked his pardon for this. He replied that he had forgiven that; butwould she be good enough to make him forget it?

"I wish I could. "

"You can. Marry me: then your relation to that man will seem but ahideous dream. I shall be able to say, looking at you, my wife, 'I wasfaithful: I suffered something for her; I came home: she loved me still;the proof is, she was my wife within three months of my return. '"

When he said that to her in the Pleasaunce, if there had been a priestat hand--. In a word, Josephine longed to show him her love, yet wishednot to shock her mother, nor offend her own sense of delicacy; butCamille cared for nothing but his love. To sacrifice love and happiness, even for a time, to etiquette, seemed to him to be trifling with thesubstance of great things for the shadow of petty things; and he saidso: sometimes sadly, sometimes almost bitterly. 

So Josephine was a beleagured fortress, attacked with one will, anddefended by troops, one-third of which were hot on the side of thebesiegers. 

When singleness attacks division, you know the result beforehand. Whythen should I spin words? I will not trace so ill-matched a contest stepby step, sentence by sentence: let me rather hasten to relate the onepeculiarity that arose out of this trite contest, where, under the namesof Camille and Josephine, the two great sexes may be seen acting thewhole world-wide distich, --

 "It's a man's part to try, And a woman's to deny [for a while?]. "

Finding her own resolutions oozing away, Josephine caught at anotherperson. 

She said to Camille before Rose, --

"Even if I could bring myself to snatch at happiness in this indelicateway--scarce a month after, oh!" And there ended the lady's sentence. In the absence of a legitimate full stop, she put one hand before herlovely face to hide it, and so no more. But some two minutes after shedelivered the rest in the form and with the tone of a distinct remark, "No: my mother would never consent. "

"Yes, she would if you could be brought to implore her as earnestly as Iimplore you. "

"Now would she?" asked Josephine, turning quickly to her sister. 

"No, never. Our mother would look with horror on such a proposal. Adaughter of hers to marry within a twelvemonth of her widowhood!"

"There, you see, Camille. "

"And, besides, she loved Raynal so; she has not forgotten him as wehave, almost. "

"Ungrateful creature that I am!" sighed Josephine!

"She mourns for him every day. Often I see her eyes suddenly fill; thatis for him. Josephine's influence with mamma is very great: it is doublemine: but if we all went on our knees to her, the doctor and all, shewould never consent. "

"There you see, Camille: and I could not defy my mother, even for you. "

Camille sighed. 

"I see everything is against me, even my love: for that love is too muchakin to veneration to propose to you a clandestine marriage. "

"Oh, thank you! bless you for respecting as well as loving me, dearCamille, " said Josephine. 

These words, uttered with gentle warmth, were some consolation toCamille, and confirmed him, as they were intended to do, in the abovegood resolution. He smiled. 

"Maladroit!" muttered Rose. 

"Why maladroit?" asked Camille, opening his eyes. 

"Let us talk of something else, " replied Rose, coolly. 

Camille turned red. He understood that he had done something verystupid, but he could not conceive what. He looked from one sister to theother alternately. Rose was smiling ironically, Josephine had her eyesbent demurely on a handkerchief she was embroidering. 

That evening Camille drew Rose aside, and asked for an explanation ofher "maladroit. "

"So it was, " replied Rose, sharply. 

But as this did not make the matter quite clear, Camille begged a littlefurther explanation. 

"Was it your part to make difficulties?"

"No, indeed. "

"Was it for you to tell her a secret marriage would not be delicate?Do you think she will be behind you in delicacy? or that a love withoutrespect will satisfy her? yet you must go and tell her you respected hertoo much to ask her to marry you secretly. In other words, situated asshe is, you asked her not to marry you at all: she consented to thatdirectly; what else could you expect?"

"Maladroit! indeed, " said Camille, "but I would not have said it, only Ithought"--

"You thought nothing would induce her to marry secretly, so you said toyourself, 'I will assume a virtue: I will do a bit of cheap self-denial:decline to the sound of trumpets what another will be sure to deny me ifI don't--ha! ha!'--well, for your comfort, I am by no means so sure shemight not have been brought to do ANYTHING for you, except openly defymamma: but now of course"--

And here this young lady's sentence ended: for the sisters, unlike inmost things, were one in grammar. 

Camille was so disconcerted and sad at what he had done, that Rose beganto pity him: so she rallied him a little longer in spite of her pity:and then all of a sudden gave him her hand, and said she would try andrepair the mischief. 

He began to smother her hand with kisses. 

"Oh!" said she, "I don't deserve all that: I have a motive of my own;let me alone, child, do. Your unlucky speech will be quoted to me adozen times. Never mind. "

Rose went and bribed Josephine to consent. 

"Come, mamma shall not know, and as for you, you shall scarcely move inthe matter; only do not oppose me very violently, and all will be well. "

"Ah, Rose!" said Josephine; "it is delightful--terrible, I mean--to havea little creature about one that reads one like this. What shall I do?What shall I do?"

"Why, do the best you can under all the circumstances. His wound ishealed, you know; he must go back to the army; you have both suffered tothe limits of mortal endurance. Is he to go away unhappy, in anydoubt of your affection? and you to remain behind with the misery ofself-reproach added to the desolation of absence?--think. "

"It is cruel. But to deceive my mother!"

"Do not say deceive our mother; that is such a shocking phrase. "

Rose then reminded Josephine that their confessor had told them a wisereticence was not the same thing as a moral deceit. She reminded her, too, how often they had acted on his advice and always with good effect;how many anxieties and worries they had saved their mother by reticence. Josephine assented warmly to this. 

Was there not some reason to think they had saved their mother's verylife by these reticences? Josephine assented. "And, Josephine, you areof age; you are your own mistress; you have a right to marry whom youplease: and, sooner or later, you will certainly marry Camille. I doubtwhether even our mother could prevail on you to refuse him altogether. So it is but a question of time, and of giving our mother pain, orsparing her pain. Dear mamma is old; she is prejudiced. Why shock herprejudices? She could not be brought to understand the case: thesethings never happened in her day. Everything seems to have gone by rulethen. Let us do nothing to worry her for the short time she has tolive. Let us take a course between pain to her and cruelty to you andCamille. "

These arguments went far to convince Josephine: for her own heartsupported them. She went from her solid objections to untenable ones--agreat point gained. She urged the difficulty, the impossibility of asecret marriage. 

Camille burst in here: he undertook at once to overcome these imaginarydifficulties. "They could be married at a distance. "

"You will find no priest who will consent to do such a wicked thing asmarry us without my mother's knowledge, " objected Josephine. 

"Oh! as to that, " said Rose, "you know the mayor marries peoplenowadays. "

"I will not be married again without a priest, " said Josephine, sharply. 

"Nor I, " said Camille. "I know a mayor who will do the civil forms forme, and a priest who will marry me in the sight of Heaven, and both willkeep it secret for love of me till it shall please Josephine to throwoff this disguise. "

"Who is the priest?" inquired Josephine, keenly. 

"An old cure: he lives near Frejus: he was my tutor, and the mayor isthe mayor of Frejus, also an old friend of mine. "

"But what on earth will you say to them?"

"That is my affair: I must give them some reasons which compel me tokeep my marriage secret. Oh! I shall have to tell them some fibs, ofcourse. "

"There, I thought so! I will not have you telling fibs; it lowers you. "

"Of course it does; but you can't have secrecy without a fib or two. "

"Fibs that will injure no one, " said Rose, majestically. 

From this day Camille began to act as well as to talk. He bought alight caleche and a powerful horse, and elected factotum Dard his groom. Camille rode over to Frejus and told a made-up story to the old cure andthe mayor, and these his old friends believed every word he said, andreadily promised their services and strict secrecy. 

He told the young ladies what he had done. 

Rose approved. Josephine shook her head, and seeing matters going asher heart desired and her conscience did not quite approve, she suddenlyaffected to be next to nobody in the business--to be resigned, passive, and disposed of to her surprise by Queen Rose and King Camille, withoutherself taking any actual part in their proceedings. 

At last the great day arrived on which Camille and Josephine were to bemarried at Frejus. 

The mayor awaited them at eleven o'clock. The cure at twelve. The familyhad been duly prepared for this excursion by several smaller ones. 

Rose announced their intention over night; a part of it. 

"Mamma, " said she, blushing a little, "Colonel Dujardin is good enoughto take us to Frejus tomorrow. It is a long way, and we must breakfastearly or we shall not be back to dinner. "

"Do so, my child. I hope you will have a fine day: and mind you takeplenty of wraps with you in case of a shower. "

At seven o'clock the next morning Camille and the two ladies took ahasty cup of coffee together instead of breakfast, and then Dard broughtthe caleche round. 

The ladies got in, and Camille had just taken the reins in his hand, when Jacintha screamed to him from the hall, "Wait a moment, colonel, wait a moment! The doctor! don't go without the doctor!" And the nextmoment Dr. Aubertin appeared with his cloak on his arm, and, salutingthe ladies politely, seated himself quietly in the vehicle before theparty had recovered their surprise. 

The ladies managed to keep their countenances, but Dujardin'sdiscomfiture was evident. 

He looked piteously at Josephine, and then asked Aubertin if they wereto set him down anywhere in particular. 

"Oh, no; I am going with you to Frejus, " was the quiet reply. 

Josephine quaked. Camille was devoured with secret rage: he lashed thehorse and away they went. 

It was a silent party. The doctor seemed in a reverie. The others didnot know what to think, much less to say. Aubertin sat by Camille'sside; so the latter could hold no secret communication with either lady. 

Now it was not the doctor's habit to rise at this time of the morning:yet there he was, going with them to Frejus uninvited. 

Josephine was in agony; had their intention transpired through someimprudence of Camille?

Camille was terribly uneasy. He concluded the secret had transpiredthrough female indiscretion. Then they all tortured themselves as to theold man's intention. But what seemed most likely was, that he was withthem to prevent a clandestine marriage by his bare presence, withoutmaking a scene and shocking Josephine's pride: and if so, was he thereby his own impulse? No, it was rather to be feared that all this wasdone by order of the baroness. There was a finesse about it that smackedof a feminine origin, and the baroness was very capable of adopting sucha means as this, to spare her own pride and her favorite daughter's. "The clandestine" is not all sugar. A more miserable party never wentalong, even to a wedding. 

After waiting a long time for the doctor to declare himself, they turneddesperate, and began to chatter all manner of trifles. This had a goodeffect: it roused Aubertin from his reverie, and presently he gave themthe following piece of information: "I told you the other day that anephew of mine was just dead; a nephew I had not seen for many years. Well, my friends, I received last night a hasty summons to his funeral. "

"At Frejus?"

"No, at Paris. The invitation was so pressing, that I was obliged to go. The letter informed me, however, that a diligence passes through Frejus, at eleven o'clock, for Paris. I heard you say you were going toFrejus; so I packed up a few changes of linen, and my MS. , my work onentomology, which at my last visit to the capital all the publisherswere mad enough to refuse: here it is. Apropos, has Jacintha put my baginto the carriage?"

On this a fierce foot-search, and the bag was found. Meantime, Josephineleaned back in her seat with a sigh of thankfulness. She was more intenton not being found out than on being married. But Camille, who was moreintent on being married than on not being found out, was asking himself, with fury, how on earth they should get rid of Aubertin in time. 

Well, of course, under such circumstances as these the diligence didnot come to its time, nor till long after; and all the while, they werewaiting for it they were failing their rendezvous with the mayor, andmaking their rendezvous with the curate impossible. But, above all, there was the risk of one or other of those friends coming up andblurting all out, taking for granted that the doctor must be in theirconfidence, or why bring him. 

At last, at half-past eleven o'clock, to their great relief, up came thediligence. The doctor prepared to take his place in the interior, whenthe conductor politely informed him that the vehicle stopped there aquarter of an hour. 

"In that case I will not abandon my friends, " said the doctor, affectionately. 

One of his friends gnashed his teeth at this mark of affection. ButJosephine smiled sweetly. 

At last he was gone; but it wanted ten minutes only to twelve. 

Josephine inquired amiably, whether it would not be as well to postponematters to another day--meaning forever. "My ARDOR is chilled, " saidshe, and showed symptoms of crying at what she had gone through. 

Camille replied by half dragging them to the mayor. That worthy receivedthem with profound, though somewhat demure respect, and invited them toa table sumptuously served. The ladies, out of politeness, were about toassent, but Camille begged permission to postpone that part until afterthe ceremony. 

At last, to their astonishment, they were married. Then, with a promiseto return and dine with the mayor, they went to the cure. Lo and behold!he was gone to visit a sick person. "He had waited a long time forthem, " said the servant. 

Josephine was much disconcerted, and showed a disposition to cry again. The servant, a good-natured girl, nosed a wedding, and offered to runand bring his reverence in a minute. 

Presently there came an old silvery-haired man, who addressed them allas his children. He took them to the church, and blessed their union;and for the first time Josephine felt as if Heaven consented. They tooka gentle farewell of him, and went back to the mayor's to dine; andat this stage of the business Rose and Josephine at last effected adownright simultaneous cry, apropos of nothing that was then occurring. 

This refreshed them mightily, and they glowed at the mayor's table likeroses washed with dew. 

But oh! how glad at heart they all were to find themselves in thecarriage once more going home to Beaurepaire. 

Rose and Josephine sat intertwined on the back seat; Camille, the reinsin his right hand, nearly turned his back on the horse, and leaned backover to them and purred to Rose and his wife with ineffable triumph andtenderness. 

The lovers were in Elysium, and Rose was not a little proud of her goodmanagement in ending all their troubles. Their mother received themback with great, and as they fancied, with singular, affection. She wasbeginning to be anxious about them, she said. Then her kindness gavethese happy souls a pang it never gave them before. 

Since the above events scarce a fortnight had elapsed; but sucha change! Camille sunburnt and healthy, and full of animation andconfidence; Josephine beaming with suppressed happiness, and morebeautiful than Rose could ever remember to have seen her. For a softhalo of love and happiness shone around her head; a new and indefinableattraction bloomed on her face. She was a wife. Her eye, that used toglance furtively on Camille, now dwelt demurely on him; dwelt with asort of gentle wonder and admiration as well as affection, and, whenhe came or passed very near her, a keen observer might have seen herthrill. 

She kept a good deal out of her mother's way; for she felt within thather face must be too happy. She feared to shock her mother's grief withher radiance. She was ashamed of feeling unmixed heaven. But the floodof secret bliss she floated in bore all misgivings away. The pair wereforever stealing away together for hours, and on these occasions Roseused to keep out of her mother's sight, until they should return. Sothen the new-married couple could wander hand in hand through the thickwoods of Beaurepaire, whose fresh green leaves were now just out, andhear the distant cuckoo, and sit on mossy banks, and pour love intoone another's eyes, and plan ages of happiness, and murmur their deeppassion and their bliss almost more than mortal; could do all this andmore, without shocking propriety. These sweet duets passed for trios:for on their return Rose would be out looking for them, or would go andmeet them at some distance, and all three would go up together to thebaroness, as from a joint excursion. And when they went up to theirbedrooms, Josephine would throw her arms round her sister's neck, andsigh, "It is not happiness, it is beatitude!"

Meantime, the baroness mourned for Raynal. Her grief showed no decrease. Rose even fancied at times she wore a gloomy and discontented look aswell; but on reflection she attributed that to her own fancy, or to thecontrast that had now sprung up in her sister's beaming complacency. 

Rose, when she found herself left day after day alone for hours, was sadand thought of Edouard. And this feeling gained on her day by day. 

At last, one afternoon, she locked herself in her own room, and, after along contest with her pride, which, if not indomitable, was next door toit, she sat down to write him a little letter. Now, in this letter, in the place devoted by men to their after-thoughts, by women to theirpretended after-thoughts; i. E. , to what they have been thinking ofall through the letter, she dropped a careless hint that all the partymissed him very much, "even the obnoxious colonel, who, by-the-by, hastransferred his services elsewhere. I have forgiven him that, because hehas said civil things about you. "

Rose was reading her letter over again, to make sure that all theprincipal expressions were indistinct, and that the compositiongenerally, except the postscript, resembled a Delphic oracle, whenthere was a hasty footstep, and a tap at her door, and in came Jacintha, excited. 

"He is come, mademoiselle, " cried she, and nodded her head like amandarin, only more knowingly; then she added, "So you may burn that. "For her quick eye had glanced at the table. 

"Who is come?" inquired Rose, eagerly. 

"Why, your one?"

"My one?" asked the young lady, reddening, "my what?"

"The little one--Edouard--Monsieur Riviere. "

"Oh, Monsieur Riviere, " said Rose, acting nonchalance. "Why could younot say so? you use such phrases, who can conjecture what you mean? Iwill come to Monsieur Riviere directly; mamma will be so glad. "

Jacintha gone, Rose tore up the letter and locked up the pieces, thenran to the glass. Etc. 

Edouard had been so profoundly miserable he could stand it no longer; inspite of his determination not to visit Beaurepaire while it containeda rival, he rode over to see whether he had not tormented himself idly:above all, to see the beloved face. 

Jacintha put him into the salle a manger. "By that you will see heralone, " said the knowing Jacintha. He sat down, hat and whip in hand, and wondered how he should be received--if at all. 

In glides Rose all sprightliness and good-humor, and puts out her handto him; the which he kisses. 

"How could I keep away so long?" asked he vaguely, and self-astonished. 

"How indeed, and we missing you so all the time!"

"Have YOU missed me?" was the eager inquiry. 

"Oh, no!" was the cheerful reply; "but all the rest have. "

Presently the malicious thing gave a sudden start. 

"Oh! such a piece of news; you remember Colonel Dujardin, the obnoxiouscolonel?"

No answer. 

"Transferred his attentions. Fancy!"

"Who to?"

"To Josephine and mamma. But such are the military. He only wanted toget rid of you: this done (through your want of spirit), he scorns therich prize; so now I scorn HIM. Will you come for a walk?"

"Oh, yes!"

"We will go and look for my deserter. I say, tell me now; cannot I writeto the commander-in-chief about this? a soldier has no right to be adeserter, has he? tell me, you are a public man, and know everythingexcept my heart. "

"Is it not too bad to tease me to-day?"

"Yes! but please! I have had few amusements of late. I find it so dullwithout you to tease. "

Formal permission to tease being conceded, she went that instant on theopposite tack, and began to tell him how she had missed him, and howsorry she had been anything should have occurred to vex their kind goodfriend. In short, Edouard spent a delightful day, for Rose took him oneway to meet Josephine, who, she knew, was coming another. At night thelast embers of jealousy got quenched, for Josephine was a wife now, andhad already begun to tell Camille all her little innocent secrets; andshe told him all about Edouard and Rose, and gave him his orders; so hetreated Rose with great respect before Edouard; but paid her no markedattention; also he was affable to Riviere, who, having ceased tosuspect, began to like him. 

In the course of the evening, the colonel also informed the baronessthat he expected every day an order to join the army of the Rhine. 

Edouard pricked his ears. 

The baroness said no more than politeness dictated. She did not presshim to stay, but treated his departure as a matter of course. Riviererode home late in the evening in high spirits. 

The next day Rose varied her late deportment; she sang snatches ofmelody, going about the house; it was for all the world like a birdchirping. In the middle of one chirp Jacintha interfered. "Hush, mademoiselle, your mamma! she is at the bottom of the corridor. "

"What was I thinking of?" said Rose. 

"Oh! I dare say you know, mademoiselle, " replied the privilegeddomestic. 

A letter of good news came from Aubertin. That summons to his nephew'sfuneral was an era in his harmless life. 

The said nephew was a rich man and an oddity; one of those who love tosurprise folk. Moreover, he had no children, and detected his nephewsand nieces being unnaturally civil to him. "Waiting to cut me up, " washis generous reading of them. So with this he made a will, and theredefied, as far as in him lay, the laws of nature; for he set his wealtha-flowing backwards instead of forwards; he handed his property up to anancestor, instead of down to posterity. 

All this the doctor's pen set down with some humor, and in the calmspirit with which a genuine philosopher receives prosperity as well asadversity. Yet one natural regret escaped him; that all this wealth, since it was to come, had not come a year or two sooner. 

All at Beaurepaire knew what their dear old friend meant. 

His other news to them was that they might expect him any moment. 

So here was another cause of rejoicing. 

"I am so glad, " said Josephine. "Now, perhaps, he will be able topublish his poor dear entomology, that the booksellers were all sounkind, so unfeeling about. "

I linger on the brink of painful scenes to observe that a sweet andloving friendship, such as this was between the good doctor and threepersons of another sex, is one of the best treasures of the human heart. Poverty had strengthened it; yet now wealth could not weaken it. Withno tie of blood it yet was filial, sisterly, brotherly, national, chivalrous; happy, unalloyed sentiment, free from ups and downs, fromheats and chills, from rivalry, from caprice; and, indeed, from allmortal accidents but one--and why say one? methinks death itself doesbut suspend these gentle, rare, unselfish amities a moment, then waftthem upward to their abiding home. 

CHAPTER XV. 

It was a fair morning in June: the sky was a bright, deep, lovely, speckless blue: the flowers and bushes poured perfume, and sprinkledsong upon the balmy air. On such a day, so calm, so warm, so bright, soscented, so tuneful, to live and to be young is to be happy. With gentlehand it wipes all other days out of the memory; it smiles, it smells, it sings, and clouds and rain and biting wind seem as far off andimpossible as grief and trouble. 

Camille and Josephine had stolen out, and strolled lazily up and downclose under the house, drinking the sweet air, fragrant with perfume andmelody; the blue sky, and love. 

Rose was in the house. She had missed them; but she thought they must benear; for they seldom took long walks early in the day. Meeting Jacinthaon the landing of the great staircase, she asked her where her sisterwas. 

"Madame Raynal is gone for a walk. She has taken the colonel with her. You know she always takes the colonel out with her now. "

"That will do. You can finish your work. "

Jacintha went into Camille's room. 

Rose, who had looked as grave as a judge while Jacintha was present, bubbled into laughter. She even repeated Jacintha's words aloud, andchuckled over them. "You know she always takes the colonel out with hernow--ha, ha, ha!"

"Rose!" sighed a distant voice. 

She looked round, and saw the baroness at some distance in the corridor, coming slowly towards her, with eyes bent gloomily on the ground. Rosecomposed her features into a settled gravity, and went to meet her. 

"I wish to speak with you, " said the baroness; "let us sit down; it iscool here. "

Rose ran and brought a seat without a back, but well stuffed, and set itagainst the wall. The old lady sat down and leaned back, and looked atRose in silence a good while; then she said, --

"There is room for you; sit down, for I want to speak seriously to you. "

"Yes, mamma; what is it?"

"Turn a little round, and let me see your face. "

Rose complied; and began to feel a little uneasy. 

"Perhaps you can guess what I am going to say to you?"

"I have no idea. "

"Well, I am going to put a question to you. "

"With all my heart, dear mamma. "

"I invite you to explain to me the most singular, the most unaccountablething that ever fell under my notice. Will you do this for your mother?"

"O mamma! of course I will do anything to please you that I can; but, indeed, I don't know what you mean. "

"I am going to tell you. "

The old lady paused. The young one, naturally enough, felt a chill ofvague anxiety strike across her frame. 

"Rose, " said the old lady, speaking very gently but firmly, and leaningin a peculiar way on her words, while her eye worked like an ice gimleton her daughter's face, "a little while ago, when my poor Raynal--ourbenefactor--was alive--and I was happy--you all chilled my happiness byyour gloom: the whole house seemed a house of mourning--tell me now whywas this. "

"Mamma!" said Rose, after a moment's hesitation, "we could hardly begay. Sickness in the house! And if Colonel Raynal was alive, still hewas absent, and in danger. "

"Oh! then it was out of regard for him we were all dispirited?"

"Why, I suppose so, " said Rose, stoutly; but then colored high at herown want of candor. However, she congratulated herself that her mother'ssuspicion was confined to past events. 

Her self-congratulation on that score was short; for the baroness, aftereying her grimly for a second or two in silence, put her this awkwardquestion plump. 

"If so, tell me why is it that ever since that black day when the newsof his DEATH reached us, the whole house has gone into black, and hasgone out of mourning?"

"Mamma, " stammered Rose, "what DO you mean?"

"Even poor Camille, who was so pale and wan, has recovered like magic. "

"O mamma! is not that fancy?" said Rose, piteously. "Of what do yoususpect me? Can you think I am unfeeling--ungrateful? I should not beYOUR daughter. "

"No, no, " said the baroness, "to do you justice, you attempt sorrow;as you put on black. But, my poor child, you do it with so little skillthat one sees a horrible gayety breaking through that thin disguise:you are no true mourners: you are like the mutes or the undertakers ata funeral, forced grief on the surface of your faces, and frightfulcomplacency below. "

"Tra la! lal! la! la! Tra la! la! Tra la! la!" carolled Jacintha, in thecolonel's room hard by. 

The ladies looked at one another: Rose in great confusion. 

"Tra la! la! la! Tra lal! lal! la! la! la!"

"Jacintha!" screamed Rose angrily. 

"Hush! not a word, " said the baroness. "Why remonstrate with HER?Servants are but chameleons: they take the color of those they serve. Donot cry. I wanted your confidence, not your tears, love. There, I willnot twice in one day ask you for your heart: it would be to lower themother, and give the daughter the pain of refusing it, and the regret, sure to come one day, of having refused it. I will discover the meaningof it all by myself. " She went away with a gentle sigh; and Rose was cutto the heart by her words; she resolved, whatever it might cost her andJosephine, to make a clean breast this very day. As she was one of thosewho act promptly, she went instantly in search of her sister, to gainher consent, if possible. 

Now, the said Josephine was in the garden walking with Camille, anduttering a wife's tender solicitudes. 

"And must you leave me? must you risk your life again so soon; the lifeon which mine depends?"

"My dear, that letter I received from headquarters two days ago, thatinquiry whether my wound was cured. A hint, Josephine--a hint too broadfor any soldier not to take. "

"Camille, you are very proud, " said Josephine, with an accent ofreproach, and a look of approval. 

"I am obliged to be. I am the husband of the proudest woman in France. "

"Hush! not so loud: there is Dard on the grass. "

"Dard!" muttered the soldier with a word of meaning. "Josephine, " saidhe after a pause, and a little peevishly, "how much longer are we tolower our voices, and turn away our eyes from each other, and be ashamedof our happiness?"

"Five months longer, is it not?" answered Josephine quietly. 

"Five months longer!"

Josephine was hurt at this, and for once was betrayed into a serious andmerited remonstrance. 

"Is this just?" said she. "Think of two months ago: yes, but two monthsago, you were dying. You doubted my love, because it could not overcomemy virtue and my gratitude: yet you might have seen it was destroying mylife. Poor Raynal, my husband, my benefactor, died. Then I could do morefor you, if not with delicacy, at least with honor; but no! words, andlooks, and tender offices of love were not enough, I must give strongerproof. Dear Camille, I have been reared in a strict school: and perhapsnone of your sex can know what it cost me to go to Frejus that day withhim I love. "

"My own Josephine!"

"I made but one condition: that you would not rob me of my mother'srespect: to her our hasty marriage would appear monstrous, heartless. You consented to be secretly happy for six months. One fortnight haspassed, and you are discontented again. "

"Oh, no! do not think so. It is every word true. I am an ungratefulvillain. "

"How dare you say so? and to me! No! but you are a man. "

"So I have been told; but my conduct to you, sweet one, has not beenthat of a man from first to last. Yet I could die for you, with a smileon my lips. But when I think that once I lifted this sacrilegious handagainst your life--oh!"

"Do not be silly, Camille. I love you all the better for loving me wellenough to kill me. What woman would not? I tell you, you foolish thing, you are a man: monseigneur is one of the lordly sex, that is accustomedto have everything its own way. My love, in a world that is full ofmisery, here are two that are condemned to be secretly happy a fewmonths longer: a hard fate for one of your sex, it seems: but it is somuch sweeter than the usual lot of mine, that really I cannot share yourmisery, " and she smiled joyously. 

"Then share my happiness, my dear wife. "

"I do; only mine is deep, not loud. "

"Why, Dard is gone, and we are out of doors; will the little birdsbetray us?"

"The lower windows are open, and I saw Jacintha in one of the rooms. "

"Jacintha? we are in awe of the very servants. Well, if I must notsay it loud I will say it often, " and putting his mouth to her ear, hepoured a burning whisper of love into it--"My love! my angel! my wife!my wife! my wife!"

She turned her swimming eyes on him. 

"My husband!" she whispered in return. 

Rose came out, and found them billing and cooing. "You MUST not be sohappy, you two, " said she authoritatively. 

"How can we help it?" asked Camille. 

"You must and shall help it, somehow, " retorted this little tyrant. "Mamma suspects. She has given me such a cross-examination, my bloodruns cold. No, on second thoughts, kiss her again, and you may both beas happy as you like; for I am going to tell mamma all, and no power onearth shall hinder me. "

"Rose, " said Camille, "you are a sensible girl; and I always said so. "

But Josephine was horrified. "What! tell my mother that within a monthof my husband's death?"--

"Don't say your husband, " put in Camille wincing; "the priest neverconfirmed that union; words spoken before a magistrate do not make amarriage in the sight of Heaven. "

Josephine cut him short. "Amongst honorable men and women all oaths arealike sacred: and Heaven's eye is in a magistrate's room as in a church. A daughter of Beaurepaire gave her hand to him, and called herselfhis wife. Therefore, she was his wife: and is his widow. She owes himeverything; the house you are all living in among the rest. She oughtto be proud of her brief connection with that pure, heroic spirit, and, when she is so little noble as to disown him, then say that gratitudeand justice have no longer a place among mankind. "

"Come into the chapel, " said Camille, with a voice that showed he washurt. 

They entered the chapel, and there they saw something that thoroughlysurprised them: a marble monument to the memory of Raynal. It leanedat present against the wall below the place prepared to receive it. The inscription, short, but emphatic, and full of feeling, told of thebattles he had fought in, including the last fatal skirmish, and hismarriage with the heiress of Beaurepaire; and, in a few soldier-likewords, the uprightness, simplicity, and generosity of his character. 

They were so touched by this unexpected trait in Camille that they boththrew their arms round his neck by one impulse. "Am I wrong to be proudof him?" said Josephine, triumphantly. 

"Well, don't say too much to me, " said Camille, looking down confused. "One tries to be good; but it is very hard--to some of us--not to you, Josephine; and, after all, it is only the truth that we have written onthat stone. Poor Raynal! he was my old comrade; he saved me from death, and not a soldier's death--drowning; and he was a better man than I am, or ever shall be. Now he is dead, I can say these things. If I had saidthem when he was alive, it would have been more to my credit. "

They all three went back towards the house; and on the way Rose toldthem all that had passed between the baroness and her. When she came tothe actual details of that conversation, to the words, and looks, andtones, Josephine's uneasiness rose to an overpowering height; she evenadmitted that further concealment would be very difficult. 

"Better tell her than let her find out, " said Rose. "We must tell hersome day. "

At last, after a long and agitated discussion, Josephine consented;but Rose must be the one to tell. "So then, you at least will makeyour peace with mamma, " argued Josephine, "and let us go in and dothis before our courage fails; besides, it is going to rain, and it hasturned cold. Where have all these clouds come from? An hour ago therewas not one in the sky. "

They went, with hesitating steps and guilty looks, to the saloon. Theirmother was not there. Here was a reprieve. 

Rose had an idea. She would take her to the chapel, and show her themonument, and that would please her with poor Camille. "After that, "said Rose, "I will begin by telling her all the misery you have bothgone through; and, when she pities you, then I will show her it was allmy fault your misery ended in a secret marriage. "

The confederates sat there in a chilly state, waiting for the baroness. At last, as she did not come, Rose got up to go to her. "When the mindis made up, it is no use being cowardly, and putting off, " said she, firmly. For all that, her cheek had but little color left in it, whenshe left her chair with this resolve. 

Now as Rose went down the long saloon to carry out their united resolve, Jacintha looked in; and, after a hasty glance to see who was present, she waited till Rose came up to her, and then whipped a letter fromunder her apron and gave it her. 

"For my mistress, " said she, with an air of mystery. 

"Why not take it to her, then?" inquired Rose. 

"I thought you might like to see it first, mademoiselle, " said Jacintha, with quiet meaning. 

"Is it from the dear doctor?" asked Josephine. 

"La, no, mademoiselle, don't you know the doctor is come home? Why, hehas been in the house near an hour. He is with my lady. "

The doctor proved Jacintha correct by entering the room in person soonafter; on this Rose threw down the letter, and she and the whole partywere instantly occupied in greeting him. 

When the ladies had embraced him and Camille shaken hands with him, theyplied him with a thousand questions. Indeed, he had not half satisfiedtheir curiosity, when Rose happened to catch sight of the letter again, and took it up to carry to the baroness. She now, for the first time, eyed it attentively, and the consequence was she uttered an exclamation, and took the first opportunity to beckon Aubertin. 

He came to her; and she put the letter into his hand. 

He put up his glasses, and eyed it. "Yes!" whispered he, "it is fromHIM. "

Josephine and Camille saw something was going on; they joined the othertwo, with curiosity in their faces. 

Rose put her hand on a small table near her, and leaned a moment. Sheturned half sick at a letter coming from the dead. Josephine now cametowards her with a face of concern, and asked what was the matter. 

The reply came from Aubertin. "My poor friends, " said he, solemnly, "this is one of those fearful things that you have not seen in yourshort lives, but it has been more than once my lot to witness it. Theships that carry letters from distant countries vary greatly in speed, and are subject to detaining accidents. Yes, this is the third time Ihave seen a letter come written by a hand known to be cold. The baronessis a little excited to-day, I don't know from what cause. With yourapprobation, Madame Raynal, I will read this letter before I let her seeit. "

"Read it, if you please. "

"Shall I read it out?"

"Certainly. There may be some wish expressed in it; oh, I hope thereis!"

Camille, from delicacy, retired to some little distance, and the doctorread the letter in a low and solemn voice. 

"MY DEAR MOTHER, --I hope all are well at Beaurepaire, as I am, or I hopesoon to be. I received a wound in our last skirmish; not a very severeone; but it put an end to my writing for some time. "

"Poor fellow! it was his death wound. Why, when was this written?--why, "and the doctor paused, and seemed stupefied: "why, my dears, has mymemory gone, or"--and again he looked eagerly at the letter--"what wasthe date of the battle in which he was killed? for this letter is datedthe 15th of May. Is it a dream? no! this was written since the date ofhis death. "

"No, doctor, " said Rose, "you deceive yourself. "

"Why, what was the date of the Moniteur, then?" asked Aubertin, in greatagitation. 

"Considerably later than this, " said Camille. 

"I don't think so; the journal! where is it?"

"My mother has it locked up. I'll run. "

"No, Rose; no one but me. Now, Josephine, do not you go and give way tohopes that may be delusive. I must see that journal directly. I will goto the baroness. I shall excuse her less than you would. "

He was scarcely gone when a cry of horror filled the room, a cry as ofmadness falling like a thunderbolt on a human mind. It was Josephine, who up to this had not uttered one word. But now she stood, white asa corpse, in the middle of the room, and wrung her hands. "What haveI done? What shall I do? It was the 3d of May. I see it before me inletters of fire; the 3d of May! the 3d of May!--and he writes the 15th. "

"No! no!" cried Camille wildly. "It was long, long after time 3d. "

"It was the 3d of May, " repeated Josephine in a hoarse voice that nonewould have known for hers. 

Camille ran to her with words of comfort and hope; he did not share herfears. He remembered about when the Moniteur came, though not the veryday. He threw his arm lovingly round her as if to protect her againstthese shadowy terrors. Her dilating eyes seemed fixed on somethingdistant in space or time, at some horrible thing coming slowly towardsher. She did not see Camille approach her, but the moment she felt himshe turned upon him swiftly. 

"Do you love me?" still in the hoarse voice that had so little in it ofJosephine. "I mean, does one grain of respect or virtue mingle in yourlove for me?"

"What words are these, my wife?"

"Then leave Raynal's house upon the instant. You wonder I can be socruel? I wonder too; and that I can see my duty so clear in one shortmoment. But I have lived twenty years since that letter came. Oh! mybrain has whirled through a thousand agonies. And I have come back athousand times to the same thing; you and I must see each other's faceno more. "

"Oh!" cried Rose, "is there no way but this?"

"Take care, " she screamed, wildly, to her and Camille, "I am on theverge of madness; is it for you two to thrust me over the precipice?Come, now, if you are a man of honor, if you have a spark of gratitudetowards the poor woman who has given you all except her fair name--thatshe will take to the grave in spite of you all--promise that you willleave Raynal's house this minute if he is alive, and let me die in honoras I have lived. "

"No, no!" cried Camille, terror-stricken; "it cannot be. Heaven ismerciful, and Heaven sees how happy we are. Be calm! these are idlefears; be calm! I say. For if it is so I will obey you. I will stay; Iwill go; I will die; I will live; I will obey you. "

"Swear this to me by the thing you hold most sacred, " she almostshrieked. 

"I swear by my love for you, " was his touching reply. 

Ere they had recovered a miserable composure after this passionateoutburst, all the more terrible as coming from a creature so tenderas Josephine, agitated voices were heard at the door, and the baronesstottered in, followed by the doctor, who was trying in vain to put somebounds to her emotion and her hopes. 

"Oh, my children! my children!" cried she, trembling violently. "Here, Rose, my hands shake so; take this key, open the cabinet, there is theMoniteur. What is the date?"

The journal was found, and rapidly examined. The date was the 20th ofMay. 

"There!" cried Camille. "I told you!"

The baroness uttered a feeble moan. Her hopes died as suddenly as theyhad been born, and she sank drooping into a chair, with a bitter sigh. 

Camille stole a joyful look at Josephine. She was in the same attitudelooking straight before her as at a coming horror. Presently Roseuttered a faint cry, "The battle was BEFORE. "

"To be sure, " cried the doctor. "You forget, it is not the date of thepaper we want, but of the battle it records. For Heaven's sake, when wasthe battle?"

"The 3d of May, " said Josephine, in a voice that seemed to come from thetomb. 

Rose's hands that held the journal fell like a dead weight upon herknees, journal and all. She whispered, "It was the 3d of May. "

"Ah!" cried the baroness, starting up, "he may yet be alive. He must bealive. Heaven is merciful! Heaven would not take my son from me, a poorold woman who has not long to live. There was a letter; where is theletter?"

"Are we mad, not to read the letter?" said the doctor. "I had it; it hasdropped from my old fingers when I went for the journal. "

A short examination of the room showed the letter lying crumpled up nearthe door. Camille gave it to the baroness. She tried to read it, butcould not. 

"I am old, " said she; "my hand shakes and my eyes are troubled. Thisyoung gentleman will read it to us. His eyes are not dim and troubled. Something tells me that when I hear this letter, I shall find outwhether my son lives. Why do you not read it to me, Camille?" cried she, almost fiercely. 

Camille, thus pressed, obeyed mechanically, and began to read Raynal'sletter aloud, scarce knowing what he did, but urged and driven by thebaroness. 

"MY DEAR MOTHER, --I hope all are well at Beaurepaire, as I am, or I hopesoon to be. I received a wound in our last skirmish; not a very severeone, but it put an end to my writing for some time. "

"Go on, dear Camille! go on. "

"The page ends there, madame. "

The paper was thin, and Camille, whose hand trembled, had somedifficulty in detaching the leaves from one another. He succeeded, however, at last, and went on reading and writhing. 

"By the way, you must address your next letter to me as Colonel Raynal. I was promoted just before this last affair, but had not time to tellyou; and my wound stopped my writing till now. "

"There, there!" cried the baroness. "He was Colonel Raynal, and ColonelRaynal was not killed. "

The doctor implored her not to interrupt. 

"Go on, Camille. Why do you hesitate? what is the matter? Do for pity'ssake go on, sir. "

Camille cast a look of agony around, and put his hand to his brow, on which large drops of cold perspiration, like a death dew, weregathering; but driven to the stake on all sides, he gasped on ratherthan read, for his eye had gone down the page. 

"A namesake of mine, Commandant Raynal, "--

"Ah!"

"has not been--so fortunate. He"--

"Go on! go on!"

The wretched man could now scarcely utter Raynal's words; they came fromhim in a choking groan. 

"he was killed, poor fellow! while heading a gallant charge upon theenemy's flank. "

He ground the letter convulsively in his hand, then it fell all crumpledon the floor. 

"Bless you, Camille!" cried the baroness, "bless you! bless you! I havea son still. "

She stooped with difficulty, took up the letter, and, kissing it againand again, fell on her knees, and thanked Heaven aloud before them all. Then she rose and went hastily out, and her voice was heard crying veryloud, "Jacintha! Jacintha!"

The doctor followed in considerable anxiety for the effects of thisviolent joy on so aged a person. Three remained behind, panting andpale like those to whom dead Lazarus burst the tomb, and came forth in amoment, at a word. Then Camille half kneeled, half fell, at Josephine'sfeet, and, in a voice choked with sobs, bade her dispose of him. 

She turned her head away. "Do not speak to me; do not look at me; if welook at one another, we are lost. Go! die at your post, and I at mine. "

He bowed his head, and kissed her dress, then rose calm as despair, andwhite as death, and, with his knees knocking under him, tottered awaylike a corpse set moving. 

He disappeared from the house. 

The baroness soon came back, triumphant and gay. 

"I have sent her to bid them ring the bells in the village. The poorshall be feasted; all shall share our joy: my son was dead, and lives. Oh, joy! joy! joy!"

"Mother!" shrieked Josephine. 

"Mad woman that I am, I am too boisterous. Help me, Rose! she is goingto faint; her lips are white. "

Dr. Aubertin and Rose brought a chair. They forced Josephine into it. She was not the least faint; yet her body obeyed their hands just likea dead body. The baroness melted into tears; tears streamed from Rose'seyes. Josephine's were dry and stony, and fixed on coming horror. Thebaroness looked at her with anxiety. "Thoughtless old woman! It wastoo sudden; it is too much for my dear child; too much for me, " and shekneeled, and laid her aged head on her daughter's bosom, saying feeblythrough her tears, "too much joy, too much joy!"

Josephine took no notice of her. She sat like one turned to stonelooking far away over her mother's head with rigid eyes fixed on the airand on coming horrors. 

Rose felt her arm seized. It was Aubertin. He too was pale now, thoughnot before. He spoke in a terrible whisper to Rose, his eye fixed on thewoman of stone that sat there. 

"IS THIS JOY?"

Rose, by a mighty effort, raised her eyes and confronted his full. "Whatelse should it be?" said she. 

And with these words this Spartan girl was her sister's champion oncemore against all comers, friend or foe. 

CHAPTER XVI. 

Dr. Aubertin received one day a note from a publishing bookseller, toinquire whether he still thought of giving the world his valuable workon insects. The doctor was amazed. "My valuable work! Why, Rose, theyall refused it, and this person in particular recoiled from it as if myinsects could sting on paper. "

The above led to a correspondence, in which the convert to insectsexplained that the work must be published at the author's expense, thepublisher contenting himself with the profits. The author, thirsting forthe public, consented. Then the publisher wrote again to say that theimmortal treatise must be spiced; a little politics flung in: "Nothinggoes down, else. " The author answered in some heat that he would notdilute things everlasting with the fleeting topics of the day, nordefile science with politics. On this his Mentor smoothed him down, despising him secretly for not seeing that a book is a matter of tradeand nothing else. It ended in Aubertin going to Paris to hatch hisPhoenix. He had not been there a week, when a small deputation called onhim, and informed him he had been elected honorary member of a certainscientific society. The compliment was followed by others, till at lastcertain ladies, with the pliancy of their sex, find out they had alwayssecretly cared for butterflies. Then the naturalist smelt a rat, or, inother words, began to scent that entomology, a form of idiocy in a poorman, is a graceful decoration of the intellect in a rich one. 

Philosopher without bile, he saw through this, and let it amuse, notshock him. His own species, a singularly interesting one in my opinion, had another trait in reserve for him. 

He took a world of trouble to find out the circumstances of his nephew'snephews and nieces: then he made arrangements for distributing a largepart of his legacy among them. His intentions and the proportions of hisgenerosity transpired. 

Hitherto they had been silent, but now they all fell-to and abused him:each looking only to the amount of his individual share, not at the sumtotal the doctor was giving way to an ungrateful lot. 

The donor was greatly amused, and noted down the incident and someof the remarks in his commonplace book, under the general head of"Bestiarium;" and the particular head of "Homo. "

Paris with its seductions netted the good doctor, and held him two orthree months; would have detained him longer, but for alarming accountsthe baroness sent of Josephine's health. These determined him to returnto Beaurepaire; and, must I own it, the announcement was no longerhailed at Beaurepaire with universal joy as heretofore. 

Josephine Raynal, late Dujardin, is by this time no stranger to myintelligent reader. I wish him to bring his knowledge of her characterand her sensibility to my aid. Imagine, as the weary hours and days andweeks roll over her head, what this loving woman feels for her loverwhom she has dismissed; what this grateful wife feels for the benefactorshe has unwittingly wronged; but will never wrong with her eyes open;what this lady pure as snow, and proud as fire, feels at the seemingfrailty into which a cruel combination of circumstances has entrappedher. 

Put down the book a moment: shut your eyes: and imagine this strange andcomplicated form of human suffering. 

Her mental sufferings were terrible; and for some time Rose feared forher reason. At last her agonies subsided into a listlessness and apathylittle less alarming. She seemed a creature descending inch by inch intothe tomb. Indeed, I fully believe she would have died of despair: butone of nature's greatest forces stepped into the arena and fought on theside of life. She was affected with certain bilious symptoms that addedto Rose's uneasiness, but Jacintha assured her it was nothing, and wouldretire and leave the sufferer better. Jacintha, indeed, seemed now totake a particular interest in Josephine, and was always about her withlooks of pity and interest. 

"Good creature!" thought Rose, "she sees my sister is unhappy: and thatmakes her more attentive and devoted to her than ever. "

One day these three were together in Josephine's room. Josephine wasmechanically combing her long hair, when all of a sudden she stretchedout her hand and cried, "Rose!"

Rose ran to her, and coming behind her saw in the glass that herlips were colorless. She screamed to Jacintha, and between them theysupported Josephine to the bed. She had hardly touched it when shefainted dead away. "Mamma! mamma!" cried Rose in her terror. 

"Hush!" cried Jacintha roughly, "hold your tongue: it is only a faint. Help me loosen her: don't make any noise, whatever. " They loosened herstays, and applied the usual remedies, but it was some time before shecame-to. At last the color came back to her lips, then to her cheek, andthe light to her eye. She smiled feebly on Jacintha and Rose, and askedif she had not been insensible. 

"Yes, love, and frightened us--a little--not much--oh, dear! oh, dear!"

"Don't be alarmed, sweet one, I am better. And I will never do it again, since it frightens you. " Then Josephine said to her sister in a lowvoice, and in the Italian language, "I hoped it was death, my sister;but he comes not to the wretched. "

"If you hoped that, " replied Rose in the same language, "you do not loveyour poor sister who so loves you. "

While the Italian was going on, Jacintha's dark eyes glancedsuspiciously on each speaker in turn. But her suspicions were all wideof the mark. 

"Now may I go and tell mamma?" asked Rose. 

"No, mademoiselle, you shall not, " said Jacintha. "Madame Raynal, dotake my side, and forbid her. "

"Why, what is it to you?" said Rose, haughtily. 

"If it was not something to me, should I thwart my dear young lady?"

"No. And you shall have your own way, if you will but condescend to giveme a reason. "

This to some of us might appear reasonable, but not to Jacintha: it evenhurt her feelings. 

"Mademoiselle Rose, " she said, "when you were little and used to ask mefor anything, did I ever say to you, 'Give me a REASON first'?"

"There! she is right, " said Josephine. "We should not make terms withtried friends. Come, we will pay her devotion this compliment. It issuch a small favor. For my part I feel obliged to her for asking it. "

Josephine's health improved steadily from that day. Her hollow cheeksrecovered their plump smoothness, and her beauty its bloom, and herperson grew more noble and statue-like than ever, and within she felta sense of indomitable vitality. Her appetite had for some time beenexcessively feeble and uncertain, and her food tasteless; but of late, by what she conceived to be a reaction such as is common after youth hasshaken off a long sickness, her appetite had been not only healthybut eager. The baroness observed this, and it relieved her of a largeportion of her anxiety. One day at dinner her maternal heart was sopleased with Josephine's performance that she took it as a personalfavor, "Well done, Josephine, " said she; "that gives your motherpleasure to see you eat again. Soup and bouillon: and now twice youhave been to Rose for some of that pate, which does you so much credit, Jacintha. "

Josephine colored high at this compliment. 

"It is true, " said she, "I eat like a pig;" and, with a furtive glanceat the said pate, she laid down her knife and fork, and ate no more ofanything. The baroness had now a droll misgiving. 

"The doctor will be angry with me, " said she: "he will find her as wellas ever. "

"Madame, " said Jacintha hastily, "when does the doctor come, if I maymake so bold, that I may get his room ready, you know?"

"Well thought of, Jacintha. He comes the day after to-morrow, in theafternoon. "

At night when the young ladies went up to bed, what did they find but alittle cloth laid on a little table in Josephine's room, and the remainsof the pate she had liked. Rose burst out laughing. "Look at that dearduck of a goose, Jacintha! Our mother's flattery sank deep: she thinkswe can eat her pates at all hours of the day and night. Shall I send itaway?"

"No, " said Josephine, "that would hurt her culinary pride, and perhapsher affection: only cover it up, dear, for just now I am not in thehumor: it rather turns me. "

It was covered up. The sisters retired to rest. In the morning Roselifted the cover and found the plate cleared, polished. She wasastounded. 

The large tapestried chamber, once occupied by Camille Dujardin, wasnow turned into a sitting-room, and it was a favorite on account of thebeautiful view from the windows. 

One day Josephine sat there alone with some work in her hand; but theneedle often stopped, and the fair head drooped. She heaved a deep sigh. To her surprise it was echoed by a sigh that, like her own, seemed tocome from a heart full of sighs. 

She turned hastily round and saw Jacintha. 

Now Josephine had all a woman's eye for reading faces, and she wasinstantly struck by a certain gravity in Jacintha's gaze, and a flutterwhich the young woman was suppressing with tolerable but not completesuccess. 

Disguising the uneasiness this discovery gave her, she looked hervisitor full in the face, and said mildly, but a little coldly, "Well, Jacintha?"

Jacintha lowered her eyes and muttered slowly, --

"The doctor--comes--to-day, " then raised her eyes all in a moment totake Josephine off her guard; but the calm face was impenetrable. So then Jacintha added, "to our misfortune, " throwing in still moremeaning. 

"To our misfortune? A dear old friend--like him?"

Jacintha explained. "That old man makes me shake. You are never safewith him. So long as his head is in the clouds, you might take his shoesoff, and on he'd walk and never know it; but every now and then he comesout of the clouds all in one moment, without a word of warning, and whenhe does his eye is on everything, like a bird's. Then he is so old: hehas seen a heap. Take my word for it, the old are more knowing than theyoung, let them be as sharp as you like: the old have seen everything. WE have only heard talk of the most part, with here and there a glimpse. To know life to the bottom you must live it out, from the soup to thedessert; and that is what the doctor has done, and now he is cominghere. And Mademoiselle Rose will go telling him everything; and if shetells him half what she has seen, your secret will be no secret to thatold man. "

"My secret!" gasped Josephine, turning pale. 

"Don't look so, madame: don't be frightened at poor Jacintha. Sooner orlater you MUST trust somebody besides Mademoiselle Rose. "

Josephine looked at her with inquiring, frightened eyes. 

Jacintha drew nearer to her. 

"Mademoiselle, --I beg pardon, madame, --I carried you in my arms when Iwas a child. When I was a girl you toddled at my side, and held my gown, and lisped my name, and used to put your little arms round my neck, andkissed me, you would; and if ever I had the least pain or sickness yourdear little face would turn as sorrowful, and all the pretty color leaveit for Jacintha; and now you are in trouble, in sore trouble, yet youturn away from me, you dare not trust me, that would be cut in piecesere I would betray you. Ah, mademoiselle, you are wrong. The poor canfeel: they have all seen trouble, and a servant is the best of friendswhere she has the heart to love her mistress; and do not I love you?Pray do not turn from her who has carried you in her arms, and laid youto sleep upon her bosom, many's and many's the time. "

Josephine panted audibly. She held out her hand eloquently to Jacintha, but she turned her head away and trembled. 

Jacintha cast a hasty glance round the room. Then she trembled too atwhat she was going to say, and the effect it might have on the younglady. As for Josephine, terrible as the conversation had become, shemade no attempt to evade it: she remained perfectly passive. It was thebest way to learn how far Jacintha had penetrated her secret, if at all. 

Jacintha looked fearfully round and whispered in Josephine's ear, "Whenthe news of Colonel Raynal's death came, you wept, but the color cameback to your cheek. When the news of his life came, you turned to stone. Ah! my poor young lady, there has been more between you and THAT MANthan should be. Ever since one day you all went to Frejus together, youwere a changed woman. I have seen you look at him as--as a wife looks ather man. I have seen HIM"--

"Hush, Jacintha! Do not tell me what you have seen: oh! do not remindme of joys I pray God to help me forget. He was my husband, then!--oh, cruel Jacintha, to remind me of what I have been, of what I am! Ah me!ah me! ah me!"

"Your husband!" cried Jacintha in utter amazement. 

Then Josephine drooped her head on this faithful creature's shoulder, and told her with many sobs the story I have told you. She told it verybriefly, for it was to a woman who, though little educated, was full offeeling and shrewdness, and needed but the bare facts: she could add therest from her own heart and experience: could tell the storm of feelingsthrough which these two unhappy lovers must have passed. Her frequentsighs of pity and sympathy drew Josephine on to pour out all her griefs. When the tale was ended she gave a sigh of relief. 

"It might have been worse: I thought it was worse the more fool I. Ideserve to have my head cut off. " This was Jacintha's only comment atthat time. 

It was Josephine's turn to be amazed. "It could have been worse?" saidshe. "How? tell me, " added she bitterly. "It would be a consolation tome, could I see that. "

Jacintha colored and evaded this question, and begged her to go on, tokeep nothing back from her. Josephine assured her she had revealed all. Jacintha looked at her a moment in silence. 

"It is then as I half suspected. You do not know all that is before you. You do not see why I am afraid of that old man. "

"No, not of him in particular. "

"Nor why I want to keep Mademoiselle Rose from prattling to him?"

"No. I assure you Rose is to be trusted; she is wise--wiser than I am. "

"You are neither of you wise. You neither of you know anything. My pooryoung mistress, you are but a child still. You have a deep water to wadethrough, " said Jacintha, so solemnly that Josephine trembled. "A deepwater, and do not see it even. You have told me what is past, now I musttell you what is coming. Heaven help me! But is it possible you have nomisgiving? Tell the truth, now. "

"Alas! I am full of them; at your words, at your manner, they fly aroundme in crowds. "

"Have you no ONE?"

"No. "

"Then turn your head from me a bit, my sweet young lady; I am an honestwoman, though I am not so innocent as you, and I am forced against mywill to speak my mind plainer than I am used to. "

Then followed a conversation, to detail which might anticipate ourstory; suffice it to say, that Rose, coming into the room rathersuddenly, found her sister weeping on Jacintha's bosom, and Jacinthacrying and sobbing over her. 

She stood and stared in utter amazement. 

Dr. Aubertin, on his arrival, was agreeably surprised at Madame Raynal'sappearance. He inquired after her appetite. 

"Oh, as to her appetite, " cried the baroness, "that is immense. "

"Indeed!"

"It was, " explained Josephine, "just when I began to get better, butnow it is as much as usual. " This answer had been arranged beforehand byJacintha. She added, "The fact is, we wanted to see you, doctor, andmy ridiculous ailments were a good excuse for tearing you fromParis. "--"And now we have succeeded, " said Rose, "let us throw off themask, and talk of other things; above all, of Paris, and your eclat. "

"For all that, " persisted the baroness, "she was ill, when I firstwrote, and very ill too. "

"Madame Raynal, " said the doctor solemnly, "your conduct has beenirregular; once ill, and your illness announced to your medical adviser, etiquette forbade you to get well but by his prescriptions. Since, then, you have shown yourself unfit to conduct a malady, it becomes mypainful duty to forbid you henceforth ever to be ill at all, without mypermission first obtained in writing. "

This badinage was greatly relished by Rose, but not at all by thebaroness, who was as humorless as a swan. 

He stayed a month at Beaurepaire, then off to Paris again: and being nowa rich man, and not too old to enjoy innocent pleasures, he got a habitof running backwards and forwards between the two places, spending amonth or so at each alternately. So the days rolled on. Josephine fellinto a state that almost defies description; her heart was full ofdeadly wounds, yet it seemed, by some mysterious, half-healing balm, to throb and ache, but bleed no more. Beams of strange, unreasonablecomplacency would shoot across her; the next moment reflection wouldcome, she would droop her head, and sigh piteously. Then all would mergein a wild terror of detection. She seemed on the borders of a river ofbliss, new, divine, and inexhaustible: and on the other bank mockingmalignant fiends dared her to enter that heavenly stream. The past toher was full of regrets; the future full of terrors, and empty of hope. Yet she did not, could not succumb. Instead of the listlessness andlanguor of a few months back, she had now more energy than ever; attimes it mounted to irritation. An activity possessed her: it broke outin many feminine ways. Among the rest she was seized with what we mencall a cacoethes of the needle: "a raging desire" for work. Her fingersitched for work. She was at it all day. As devotees retire to pray, soshe to stitch. On a wet day she would often slip into the kitchen, andply the needle beside Jacintha: on a dry day she would hide in the oldoak-tree, and sit like a mouse, and ply the tools of her craft, and makethings of no mortal use to man or woman; and she tried little fringes ofmuslin upon her white hand, and held it up in front of her, and smiled, and then moaned. It was winter, and Rose used sometimes to bring her outa thick shawl, as she sat in the old oak-tree stitching, but Josephinenearly always declined it. SHE WAS NEARLY IMPERVIOUS TO COLD. 

Then, her purse being better filled than formerly, she visited thepoor more than ever, and above all the young couples; and took a warminterest in their household matters, and gave them muslin articles ofher own making, and sometimes sniffed the soup in a young housewife'spot, and took a fancy to it, and, if invited to taste it, paid her thecompliment of eating a good plateful of it, and said it was much bettersoup than the chateau produced, and, what is stranger, thought so: and, whenever some peevish little brat set up a yell in its cradle and thefather naturally enough shook his fist at the destroyer of his peace, Madame Raynal's lovely face filled with concern not for the sufferer butthe pest, and she flew to it and rocked it and coaxed it and consoledit, till the young housewife smiled and stopped its mouth by othermeans. And, besides the five-franc pieces she gave the infants to hold, these visits of Madame Raynal were always followed by one from Jacinthawith a basket of provisions on her stalwart arm, and honest Sir JohnBurgoyne peeping out at the corner. Kind and beneficent as she was, her temper deteriorated considerably, for it came down from angelicto human. Rose and Jacintha were struck with the change, assented toeverything she said, and encouraged her in everything it pleased hercaprice to do. Meantime the baroness lived on her son Raynal's letters(they came regularly twice a month). Rose too had a correspondence, a constant source of delight to her. Edouard Riviere was posted at adistance, and could not visit her; but their love advanced rapidly. Every day he wrote down for his Rose the acts of the day, and twice aweek sent the budget to his sweetheart, and told her at the same timeevery feeling of his heart. She was less fortunate than he; she had tocarry a heavy secret; but still she found plenty to tell him, and tenderfeelings too to vent on him in her own arch, shy, fitful way. Letterscan enchain hearts; it was by letters that these two found themselvesimperceptibly betrothed. Their union was looked forward to as certain, and not very distant. Rose was fairly in love. 

One day, Dr. Aubertin, coming back from Paris to Beaurepaire rathersuddenly, found nobody at home but the baroness. Josephine and Rose weregone to Frejus; had been there more than a week. She was ailing again;so as Frejus had agreed with her once, Rose thought it might again. "Shewould send for them back directly. "

"No, " said the doctor, "why do that? I will go over there and see them. "Accordingly, a day or two after this, he hired a carriage, and went offearly in the morning to Frejus. In so small a place he expected to findthe young ladies at once; but, to his surprise, no one knew them nor hadheard of them. He was at a nonplus, and just about to return home andlaugh at himself and the baroness for this wild-goose chase, when hefell in with a face he knew, one Mivart, a surgeon, a young man of sometalent, who had made his acquaintance in Paris. Mivart accosted him withgreat respect; and, after the first compliments, informed him that hehad been settled some months in this little town, and was doing a fairstroke of business. 

"Killing some, and letting nature cure others, eh?" said the doctor;then, having had his joke, he told Mivart what had brought him toFrejus. 

"Are they pretty women, your friends? I think I know all the prettywomen about, " said Mivart with levity. "They are not pretty, "replied Aubertin. Mivart's interest in them faded visibly out of hiscountenance. "But they are beautiful. The elder might pass for Venus, and the younger for Hebe. "

"I know them then!" cried he; "they are patients of mine. "

The doctor colored. "Ah, indeed!"

"In the absence of your greater skill, " said Mivart, politely; "it isMadame Aubertin and her sister you are looking for, is it not?"

Aubertin groaned. "I am rather too old to be looking for a MadameAubertin, " said he; "no; it is Madame Raynal, and Mademoiselle deBeaurepaire. "

Mivart became confidential. "Madame Aubertin and her sister, " said he, "are so lovely they make me ill to look at them: the deepest blue eyesyou ever saw, both of them; high foreheads; teeth like ivory mixed withpearl; such aristocratic feet and hands; and their arms--oh!" and by wayof general summary the young surgeon kissed the tips of his fingers, and was silent; language succumbed under the theme. The doctor smiledcoldly. 

Mivart added, "If you had come an hour sooner, you might have seenMademoiselle Rose; she was in the town. "

"Mademoiselle Rose? who is that?"

"Why, Madame Aubertin's sister. "

At this Dr. Aubertin looked first very puzzled, then very grave. 

"Hum!" said he, after a little reflection, "where do these paragonslive?"

"They lodge at a small farm; it belongs to a widow; her name is Roth. "They parted. Dr. Aubertin walked slowly towards his carriage, his handsbehind him, his eyes on the ground. He bade the driver inquire wherethe Widow Roth lived, and learned it was about half a league out of thetown. He drove to the farmhouse; when the carriage drove up, a younglady looked out of the window on the first floor. It was Rose deBeaurepaire. She caught the doctor's eye, and he hers. She came down andwelcomed him with a great appearance of cordiality, and asked him, witha smile, how he found them out. 

"From your medical attendant, " said the doctor, dryly. 

Rose looked keenly in his face. 

"He said he was in attendance on two paragons of beauty, blue eyes, white teeth and arms. "

"And you found us out by that?" inquired Rose, looking still more keenlyat him. 

"Hardly; but it was my last chance of finding you, so I came. Where isMadame Raynal?"

"Come into this room, dear friend. I will go and find her. "

Full twenty minutes was the doctor kept waiting, and then in came Rose, gayly crying, "I have hunted her high and low, and where do you think mylady was? sitting out in the garden--come. "

Sure enough, they found Josephine in the garden, seated on a low chair. She smiled when the doctor came up to her, and asked after her mother. There was an air of languor about her; her color was clear, delicate, and beautiful. 

"You have been unwell, my child. "

"A little, dear friend; you know me; always ailing, and tormenting thoseI love. "

"Well! but, Josephine, you know this place and this sweet air always setyou up. Look at her now, doctor; did you ever see her look better? Seewhat a color. I never saw her look more lovely. "

"I never saw her look SO lovely; but I have seen her look better. Yourpulse. A little languid?"

"Yes, I am a little. "

"Do you stay at Beaurepaire?" inquired Rose; "if so, we will come home. "

"On the contrary, you will stay here another fortnight, " said thedoctor, authoritatively. 

"Prescribe some of your nice tonics for me, doctor, " said Josephine, coaxingly. 

"No! I can't do that; you are in the hands of another practitioner. "

"What does that matter? You were at Paris. "

"It is not the etiquette in our profession to interfere with anotherman's patients. "

"Oh, dear! I am so sorry, " began Josephine. 

"I see nothing here that my good friend Mivart is not competent to dealwith, " said the doctor, coldly. 

Then followed some general conversation, at the end of which the doctoronce more laid his commands on them to stay another fortnight where theywere, and bade them good-by. 

He was no sooner gone than Rose went to the door of the kitchen, andcalled out, "Madame Jouvenel! Madame Jouvenel! you may come into thegarden again. "

The doctor drove away; but, instead of going straight to Beaurepaire, he ordered the driver to return to the town. He then walked to Mivart'shouse. 

In about a quarter of an hour he came out of it, looking singularlygrave, sad, and stern. 

CHAPTER XVII. 

Edouard Riviere contrived one Saturday to work off all arrears ofbusiness, and start for Beaurepaire. He had received a very kind letterfrom Rose, and his longing to see her overpowered him. On the road hiseyes often glittered, and his cheek flushed with expectation. At last hegot there. His heart beat: for four months he had not seen her. Heran up into the drawing-room, and there found the baroness alone; shewelcomed him cordially, but soon let him know Rose and her sister wereat Frejus. His heart sank. Frejus was a long way off. But this was notall. Rose's last letter was dated from Beaurepaire, yet it must havebeen written at Frejus. He went to Jacintha, and demanded an explanationof this. The ready Jacintha said it looked as if she meant to be homedirectly; and added, with cool cunning, "That is a hint for me to gettheir rooms ready. "

"This letter must have come here enclosed in another, " said Edouard, sternly. 

"Like enough, " replied Jacintha, with an appearance of sovereignindifference. 

Edouard looked at her, and said, grimly, "I will go to Frejus. "

"So I would, " said Jacintha, faltering a little, but not perceptibly;"you might meet them on the road, if so be they come the same road;there are two roads, you know. "

Edouard hesitated; but he ended by sending Dard to the town on his ownhorse, with orders to leave him at the inn, and borrow a fresh horse. "Ishall just have time, " said he. He rode to Frejus, and inquired at theinns and post-office for Mademoiselle de Beaurepaire. They did not knowher; then he inquired for Madame Raynal. No such name known. He rode bythe seaside upon the chance of their seeing him. He paraded on horsebackthroughout the place, in hopes every moment that a window would open, and a fair face shine at it, and call him. At last his time was up, andhe was obliged to ride back, sick at heart, to Beaurepaire. He told thebaroness, with some natural irritation, what had happened. She was asmuch surprised as he was. 

"I write to Madame Raynal at the post-office, Frejus, " said she. 

"And Madame Raynal gets your letters?"

"Of course she does, since she answers them; you cannot have inquired atthe post. "

"Why, it was the first place I inquired at, and neither Mademoiselle deBeaurepaire nor Madame Raynal were known there. "

Jacintha, who could have given the clew, seemed so puzzled herself, thatthey did not even apply to her. Edouard took a sorrowful leave of thebaroness, and set out on his journey home. 

Oh! how sad and weary that ride seemed now by what it had been coming. His disappointment was deep and irritating; and ere he had ridden halfway a torturer fastened on his heart. That torture is suspicion; a vagueand shadowy, but gigantic phantom that oppresses and rends the mind moreterribly than certainty. In this state of vague, sickening suspicion, heremained some days: then came an affectionate letter from Rose, whohad actually returned home. In this she expressed her regret anddisappointment at having missed him; blamed herself for misleading him, but explained that their stay at Frejus had been prolonged from day today far beyond her expectation. "The stupidity of the post-office wasmore than she could account for, " said she. But, what went farthest toconsole Edouard, was, that after this contretemps she never ceased toinvite him to come to Beaurepaire. Now, before this, though she saidmany kind and pretty things in her letters, she had never invited him tovisit the chateau; he had noticed this. "Sweet soul, " thought he, "shereally is vexed. I must be a brute to think any more about it. Still"--

So this wound was skinned over. 

At last, what he called his lucky star ordained that he should betransferred to the very post his Commandant Raynal had once occupied. Hesought and obtained permission to fix his quarters in the little villagenear Beaurepaire, and though this plan could not be carried out forthree months, yet the prospect of it was joyful all that time--joyful toboth lovers. Rose needed this consolation, for she was very unhappy: herbeloved sister, since their return from Frejus, had gone back. The flushof health was faded, and so was her late energy. She fell intodeep depression and languor, broken occasionally by fits of nervousirritation. 

She would sit for hours together at one window languishing and fretting. Can the female reader guess which way that window looked?

Now, Edouard was a favorite of Josephine's; so Rose hoped he would helpto distract her attention from those sorrows which a lapse of yearsalone could cure. 

On every account, then, his visit was looked forward to with hope andjoy. 

He came. He was received with open arms. He took up his quarters athis old lodgings, but spent his evenings and every leisure hour at thechateau. 

He was very much in love, and showed it. He adhered to Rose like aleech, and followed her about like a little dog. 

This would have made her very happy if there had been nothing great todistract her attention and her heart; but she had Josephine, whose deepdepression and fits of irritation and terror filled her with anxiety;and so Edouard was in the way now and then. On these occasions he wastoo vain to see what she was too polite to show him offensively. 

But on this she became vexed at his obtuseness. 

"Does he think I can be always at his beck and call?" thought she. 

"She is always after her sister, " said he. 

He was just beginning to be jealous of Josephine when the followingincident occurred:--

Rose and the doctor were discussing Josephine. Edouard pretended to bereading a book, but he listened to every word. 

Dr. Aubertin gave it as his opinion that Madame Raynal did not makeenough blood. 

"Oh! if I thought that!" cried Rose. 

"Well, then, it is so, I assure you. "

"Doctor, " said Rose, "do you remember, one day you said healthy bloodcould be drawn from robust veins and poured into a sick person's?"

"It is a well-known fact, " said Aubertin. 

"I don't believe it, " said Rose, dryly. 

"Then you place a very narrow limit to science, " said the doctor, coldly. 

"Did you ever see it done?" asked Rose, slyly. 

"I have not only seen it done, but have done it myself. "

"Then do it for us. There's my arm; take blood from that for dearJosephine!" and she thrust a white arm out under his eye with such abold movement and such a look of fire and love as never beamed fromcommon eyes. 

A keen, cold pang shot through the human heart of Edouard Riviere. 

The doctor started and gazed at her with admiration: then he hung hishead. "I could not do it. I love you both too well to drain either oflife's current. "

Rose veiled her fire, and began to coax. "Once a week; just once a week, dear, dear doctor; you know I should never miss it. I am so full of thathealth, which Heaven denies to her I love. "

"Let us try milder measures first, " said the doctor. "I have most faithin time. "

"What if I were to take her to Frejus? hitherto, the sea has always donewonders for her. "

"Frejus, by all means, " said Edouard, mingling suddenly in theconversation; "and this time I will go with you, and then I shall findout where you lodged before, and how the boobies came to say they didnot know you. "

Rose bit her lip. She could not help seeing then how much dear Edouardwas in her way and Josephine's. Their best friends are in the way of allwho have secrets. Presently the doctor went to his study. Then Edouardlet fall a mock soliloquy. "I wonder, " said he, dropping out his wordsone by one, "whether any one will ever love me well enough to give adrop of their blood for me. "

"If you were in sickness and sorrow, who knows?" said Rose, coloring up. 

"I would soon be in sickness and sorrow if I thought that. "

"Don't jest with such matters, monsieur. "

"I am serious. I wish I was as ill as Madame Raynal is, to be loved asshe is. "

"You must resemble her in some other things to be loved as she is. 

"You have often made me feel that of late, dear Rose. "

This touched her. But she fought down the kindly feeling. "I am glad ofit, " said she, out of perverseness. She added after a while, "Edouard, you are naturally jealous. "

"Not the least in the world, Rose, I assure you. I have many faults, butjealous I am not. "

"Oh, yes, you are, and suspicious, too; there is something in yourcharacter that alarms me for our happiness. "

"Well, if you come to that, there are things in YOUR conduct I couldwish explained. "

"There! I said so. You have not confidence in me. "

"Pray don't say that, dear Rose. I have every confidence in you; onlyplease don't ask me to divest myself of my senses and my reason. "

"I don't ask you to do that or anything else for me; good-by, for thepresent. "

"Where are you going now? tic! tic! I never can get a word in peace withyou. "

"I am not going to commit murder. I'm only going up-stairs to mysister. "

"Poor Madame Raynal, she makes it very hard for me not to dislike her. "

"Dislike my Josephine?" and Rose bristled visibly. 

"She is an angel, but I should hate an angel if it came forever betweenyou and me. "

"Excuse me, she was here long before you. It is you that came betweenher and me. "

"I came because I was told I should be welcome, " said Edouard bitterly, and equivocating a little; he added, "and I dare say I shall go when Iam told I am one too many. "

"Bad heart! who says you are one too many in the house? But you aretoo exigent, monsieur; you assume the husband, and you tease me. It isselfish; can you not see I am anxious and worried? you ought to be kindto me, and soothe me; that is what I look for from you, and, instead ofthat, I declare you are getting to be quite a worry. "

"I should not be if you loved me as I love you. I give YOU no rival. Shall I tell you the cause of all this? you have secrets. "

"What secrets?"

"Is it me you ask? am I trusted with them? Secrets are a bond that noteven love can overcome. It is to talk secrets you run away from meto Madame Raynal. Where did you lodge at Frejus, Mademoiselle theReticent?"

"In a grotto, dry at low water, Monsieur the Inquisitive. "

"That is enough: since you will not tell me, I will find it out before Iam a week older. "

This alarmed Rose terribly, and drove her to extremities. She decided toquarrel. 

"Sir, " said she, "I thank you for playing the tyrant a littleprematurely; it has put me on my guard. Let us part; you and I are notsuited to each other, Edouard Riviere. "

He took this more humbly than she expected. "Part!" said he, inconsternation; "that is a terrible word to pass between you and me. Forgive me! I suppose I am jealous. "

"You are; you are actually jealous of my sister. Well, I tell youplainly I love you, but I love my sister better. I never could love anyman as I do her; it is ridiculous to expect such a thing. "

"And do you think I could bear to play second fiddle to her all mylife?"

"I don't ask you. Go and play first trumpet to some other lady. "

"You speak your wishes so plainly now, I have nothing to do but toobey. "

He kissed her hand and went away disconsolately. 

Rose, instead of going to Josephine, her determination to do which hadmainly caused the quarrel, sat sadly down, and leaned her head on herhand. "I am cruel. I am ungrateful. He has gone away broken-hearted. And what shall I do without him?--little fool! I love him better than heloves me. He will never forgive me. I have wounded his vanity; and theyare vainer than we are. If we meet at dinner I will be so kind to him, he will forget it all. No! Edouard will not come to dinner. He is not aspaniel that you can beat, and then whistle back again. Something tellsme I have lost him, and if I have, what shall I do? I will write him anote. I will ask him to forgive me. "

She sat down at the table, and took a sheet of notepaper and began towrite a few conciliatory words. She was so occupied in making these kindenough, and not too kind, that a light step approached her unobserved. She looked up and there was Edouard. She whipped the paper off thetable. 

A look of suspicion and misery crossed Edouard's face. 

Rose caught it, and said, "Well, am I to be affronted any more?"

"No, Rose. I came back to beg you to forget what passed just now, " saidhe. 

Rose's eye flashed; his return showed her her power. She abused itdirectly. 

"How can I forget it if you come reminding me?"

"Dear Rose, now don't be so unkind, so cruel--I have not come back totease you, sweet one. I come to know what I can do to please you; tomake you love me again?" and he was about to kneel graciously on oneknee. 

"I'll tell you. Don't come near me for a month. "

Edouard started up, white as ashes with mortification and wounded love. 

"This is how you treat me for humbling myself, when it is you that oughtto ask forgiveness. "

"Why should I ask what I don't care about?"

"What DO you care about?--except that sister of yours? You have noheart. And on this cold-blooded creature I have wasted a love an empressmight have been proud of inspiring. I pray Heaven some man may sportwith your affections, you heartless creature, as you have played withmine, and make you suffer what I suffer now!"

And with a burst of inarticulate grief and rage he flung out of theroom. 

Rose sank trembling on the sofa a little while: then with a mightyeffort rose and went to comfort her sister. 

Edouard came no more to Beaurepaire. 

There is an old French proverb, and a wise one, "Rien n'est certain quel'imprevu;" it means you can make sure of nothing but this, that matterswill not turn as you feel sure they will. And, even for this reason, you, who are thinking of suicide because trade is declining, speculationfailing, bankruptcy impending, or your life going to be blighted foreverby unrequited love--DON'T DO IT. Whether you are English, American, French, or German, listen to a man that knows what is what, and DON'T DOIT. I tell you none of those horrors, when they really come, will affectyou as you fancy they will. The joys we expect are not a quarterso bright, nor the troubles half so dark as we think they will be. Bankruptcy coming is one thing, come is quite another: and no heartor life was ever really blighted at twenty years of age. The love-sickgirls that are picked out of the canal alive, all, without exception, marry another man, have brats, and get to screech with laughter whenthey think of sweetheart No. 1, generally a blockhead, or else ablackguard, whom they were fools enough to wet their clothes for, letalone kill their souls. This happens INVARIABLY. The love-sick girlsthat are picked out of the canal dead have fled from a year's miseryto eternal pain, from grief that time never failed to cure, to anguishincurable. In this world "Rien n'est certain que l'imprevu. "

Edouard and Rose were tender lovers, at a distance. How much happier andmore loving they thought they should be beneath the same roof. They cametogether: their prominent faults of character rubbed: the secretthat was in the house did its work: and altogether, they quarrelled. L'imprevu. 

Dard had been saying to Jacintha for ever so long, "When granny dies, Iwill marry you. "

Granny died. Dard took possession of her little property. Up came aglittering official, and turned him out; he was not her heir. Perrin, the notary, was. He had bought the inheritance of her two sons, longsince dead. 

Dard had not only looked on the cottage and cow, as his, but had spokenof them as such for years. The disappointment and the irony of comradesate into him. 

"I will leave this cursed place, " said he. 

Josephine instantly sent for him to Beaurepaire. He came, and wasfactotum with the novelty of a fixed salary. Jacintha accommodated himwith a new little odd job or two. She set him to dance on the oak floorswith a brush fastened to his right foot; and, after a rehearsal or two, she made him wait at table. Didn't he bang the things about: and whenhe brought a lady a dish, and she did not instantly attend, he gave herelbow a poke to attract attention: then she squeaked; and he grinnedat her double absurdity in minding a touch, and not minding the realbusiness of the table. 

But his wrongs rankled in him. He vented antique phrases such as, "Iwant a change;" "This village is the last place the Almighty made, " etc. 

Then he was attacked with a moral disease: affected the company ofsoldiers. He spent his weekly salary carousing with the military, aclass of men so brilliant that they are not expected to pay for theirshare of the drink; they contribute the anecdotes and the familiarappeals to Heaven: and is not that enough?

Present at many recitals, the heroes of which lost nothing by beingtheir own historians, Dard imbibed a taste for military adventure. Hisvery talk, which used to be so homely, began now to be tinselled withbig swelling words of vanity imported from the army. I need hardly saythese bombastical phrases did not elevate his general dialect: they layfearfully distinct upon the surface, "like lumps of marl upon a barrensoil, encumbering the ground they could not fertilize. "

Jacintha took leave to remind him of an incident connected withwarfare--wounds. 

"Do you remember how you were down upon your luck when you did but cutyour foot? Why, that is nothing in the army. They never go out to fightbut some come back with arms off, and some with legs off and some withheads; and the rest don't come back at all: and how would you likethat?"

This intrusion of statistics into warfare at first cooled Dard'simpatience for the field. But presently the fighting half of his heartreceived an ally in one Sergeant La Croix (not a bad name for a militaryaspirant). This sergeant was at the village waiting to march with thenew recruits to the Rhine. Sergeant La Croix was a man who, by force ofeloquence, could make soldiering appear the most delightful as well asglorious of human pursuits. His tongue fired the inexperienced soul witha love of arms, as do the drums and trumpets and tramp of soldiers, and their bayonets glittering in the sun. He would have been worth hisweight in fustian here, where we recruit by that and jargon; he wassuperfluous in France, where they recruited by force: but he wasornamental: and he set Dard and one or two more on fire. Indeed, soabsorbing was his sense of military glory, that there was no room leftin him for that mere verbal honor civilians call veracity. 

To speak plainly, the sergeant was a fluent, fertile, interesting, sonorous, prompt, audacious liar: and such was his success, that Dardand one or two more became mere human fiction pipes--of comparativelysmall diameter--irrigating a rural district with false views of militarylife, derived from that inexhaustible reservoir, La Croix. 

At last the long-threatened conscription was levied: every person fit tobear arms, and not coming under the allowed exceptions, drew a number:and at a certain hour the numbers corresponding to these were depositedin an urn, and one-third of them were drawn in presence of theauthorities. Those men whose numbers were drawn had to go for soldiers. Jacintha awaited the result in great anxiety. She could not sit at homefor it; so she went down the road to meet Dard, who had promised tocome and tell her the result as soon as known. At last she saw himapproaching in a disconsolate way. "O Dard! speak! are we undone? areyou a dead man?" cried she. "Have they made a soldier of you?"

"No such luck: I shall die a man of all work, " grunted Dard. 

"And you are sorry? you unnatural little monster! you have no feelingfor me, then. "

"Oh, yes, I have; but glory is No. 1 with me now. "

"How loud the bantams crow! You leave glory to fools that be six feethigh. "

"General Bonaparte isn't much higher than I am, and glory sits upon hisbrow. Why shouldn't glory sit upon my brow?"

"Because it would weigh you down, and smother you, you little fool. "She added, "And think of me, that couldn't bear you to be killed at anyprice, glory or no glory. "

Then, to appease her fears, Dard showed her his number, 99; and assuredher he had seen the last number in the functionary's hand before he cameaway, and it was sixty something. 

This ocular demonstration satisfied Jacintha; and she ordered Dard tohelp her draw the water. 

"All right, " said he, "there is no immortal glory to be picked upto-day, so I'll go in for odd jobs. "

While they were at this job a voice was heard hallooing. Dard lookedup, and there was a rigid military figure, with a tremendousmustache, peering about. Dard was overjoyed. It was his friend, hisboon-companion. "Come here, old fellow, " cried he, "ain't I glad tosee you, that is all?" La Croix marched towards the pair. "What are youskulking here for, recruit ninety-nine?" said he, sternly, dropping theboon-companion in the sergeant; "the rest are on the road. "

"The rest, old fellow! what do you mean? why, I was not drawn. "

"Yes, you were. "

"No, I wasn't. "

"Thunder of war, but I say you were. Yours was the last number. "

"That is an unlucky guess of yours, for I saw the last number. Lookhere, " and he fumbled in his pocket, and produced his number. 

La Croix instantly fished out a corresponding number. 

"Well, and here you are; this was the last number drawn. "

Dard burst out laughing. 

"You goose!" said he, "that is sixty-six--look at it. "

"Sixty-six!" roared the sergeant; "no more than yours is--they are bothsixty-sixes when you play tricks with them, and turn them up like that;but they are both ninety-nines when you look at them fair. "

Dard scratched his head. 

"Come, " said the corporal, briskly, "make up his bundle, girl, and letus be off; we have got our marching orders; going to the Rhine. "

"And do you think that I will let him go?" screamed Jacintha. "No! Iwill say one word to Madame Raynal, and she will buy him a substitutedirectly. "

Dard stopped her sullenly. "No! I have told all in the village that Iwould go the first chance: it is come, and I'll go. I won't stay to belaughed at about this too. If I was sure to be cut in pieces, I'd go. Give over blubbering, girl, and get us a bottle of the best wine, andwhile we are drinking it, the sergeant and I, you make up my bundle. Ishall never do any good here. "

Jacintha knew the obstinate toad. She did as she was bid, and soonthe little bundle was ready, and the two men faced the wine; La Croix, radiant and bellicose; Dard, crestfallen but dogged (for there was alittle bit of good stuff at the bottom of the creature); and Jacintharocking herself, with her apron over her head. 

"I'll give you a toast, " said La Croix. "Here's gunpowder. "

Jacintha promptly honored the toast with a flood of tears. 

"Drop that, Jacintha, " said Dard, angrily; "do you think that isencouraging? Sergeant, I told this poor girl all about glory before youcame, but she was not ripe for it: say something to cheer her up, for Ican't. "

"I can, " cried this trumpet of battle, emptying its glass. "Attention, young woman. "

"Oh, dear! oh, dear! yes, sir. "

"A French soldier is a man who carries France in his heart"--

"But if the cruel foreign soldiers kill him? Oh!"

"Why, in that case, he does not care a straw. Every man must die; horseslikewise, and dogs, and donkeys, when they come to the end oftheir troubles; but dogs and donkeys and chaps in blouses can't diegloriously; as Dard may, if he has any luck at all: so, from this hour, if there was twice as little of him, be proud of him, for from thistime he is a part of France and her renown. Come, recruit ninety-nine, shoulder your traps at duty's call, and let us go forth in form. Attention! Quick--march! Halt! is that the way I showed you to march?Didn't I tell you to start from the left? Now try again. QUICK--march!left--right--left--right--left--right--NOW you've--GOT it--DRATye, --KEEP it--left--right--left--right--left--right. " And with no moreado the sergeant marched the little odd-job man to the wars. 

VIVE LA FRANCE!

CHAPTER XVIII. 

Edouard, the moment his temper cooled, became very sad. He longed to befriends again with Rose, but did not know how. His own pride heldhim back, and so did his fear that he had gone too far, and that hisoffended mistress would not listen to an offer of reconciliation fromhim. He sat down alone now to all his little meals. No sweet, mellowvoices in his ear after the fatigues of the day. It was a dismal changein his life. 

At last, one day, he received three lines from Josephine, requesting himto come and speak to her. He went over directly, full of vague hopes. Hefound her seated pale and languid in a small room on the ground floor. 

"What has she been doing to you, dear?" began she kindly. 

"Has she not told you, Madame Raynal?"

"No; she is refractory. She will tell me nothing, and that makes me fearshe is the one in fault. "

"Oh! if she does not accuse me, I am sure I will not accuse her. I daresay I am to blame; it is not her fault that I cannot make her love me. "

"But you can. She does. "

"Yes; but she loves others better, and she holds me out no hope it willever be otherwise. On this one point how can I hope for your sympathy;unfortunately for me you are one of my rivals. She told me plainly shenever could love me as she loves you. "

"And you believed her?"

"I had good reason to believe her. "

Josephine smiled sadly. "Dear Edouard, " said she, "you must not attachso much importance to every word we say. Does Rose at her age knoweverything? Is she a prophet? Perhaps she really fancies she will alwayslove her sister as she does now; but you are a man of sense; you oughtto smile and let her talk. When you marry her you will take her to yourown house; she will only see me now and then; she will have you and youraffection always present. Each day some new tie between you and her. Youtwo will share every joy, every sorrow. Your children playing at yourfeet, and reflecting the features of both parents, will make you one. Your hearts will melt together in that blessed union which raises earthso near to heaven; and then you will wonder you could ever be jealous ofpoor Josephine, who must never hope--ah, me!"

Edouard, wrapped up in himself, mistook Josephine's emotion at thepicture she had drawn of conjugal love. He soothed her, and vowed uponhis honor he never would separate Rose from her. 

"Madame Raynal, " said he, "you are an angel, and I am a fiend. Jealousymust be the meanest of all sentiments. I never will be jealous again, above all, of you, sweet angel. Why, you are my sister as well as hers, and she has a right to love you, for I love you myself. "

"You make me very happy when you talk so, " sighed Josephine. "Peace ismade?"

"Never again to be broken. I will go and ask her pardon. What is thematter now?"

For Jacintha was cackling very loud, and dismissing with ignominy twobeggars, male and female. 

She was industry personified, and had no sympathy with mendicity. Invain the couple protested, Heaven knows with what truth, that they werenot beggars, but mechanics out of work. "March! tramp!" was Jacintha'sleast word. She added, giving the rein to her imagination, "I'll loosethe dog. " The man moved away, the woman turned appealingly to Edouard. He and Josephine came towards the group. She had got a sort of largehood, and in that hood she carried an infant on her shoulders. Josephineinspected it. "It looks sickly, poor little thing, " said she. 

"What can you expect, young lady?" said the woman. "Its mother had torise and go about when she ought to have been in her bed, and now shehas not enough to give it. "

"Oh, dear!" cried Josephine. "Jacintha, give them some food and a nicebottle of wine. "

"That I will, " cried Jacintha, changing her tone with courtier-likealacrity. "I did not see she was nursing. "

Josephine put a franc into the infant's hand; the little fingers closedon it with that instinct of appropriation, which is our first and oftenour last sentiment. Josephine smiled lovingly on the child, and thechild seeing that gave a small crow. 

"Bless it, " said Josephine, and thereupon her lovely head reared itselflike a snake's, and then darted down on the child; and the young noblekissed the beggar's brat as if she would eat it. 

This won the mother's heart more than even the gifts. 

"Blessings on you, my lady!" she cried. "I pray the Lord not to forgetthis when a woman's trouble comes on you in your turn! It is a smallchild, mademoiselle, but it is not an unhealthy one. See. " Inspectionwas offered, and eagerly accepted. 

Edouard stood looking on at some distance in amazement, mingled withdisgust. 

"Ugh!" said he, when she rejoined him, "how could you kiss that nastylittle brat?"

"Dear Edouard, don't speak so of a poor little innocent. Who would pitythem if we women did not? It had lovely eyes. "

"Like saucers. "

"Yes. "

"It is no compliment when you are affectionate to anybody; you overflowwith benevolence on all creation, like the rose which sheds its perfumeon the first-comer. "

"If he is not going to be jealous of me next, " whined Josephine. 

She took him to Rose, and she said, "There, whenever good friendsquarrel, it is understood they were both in the wrong. Bygones are to bebygones; and when your time comes round to quarrel again, please consultme first, since it is me you will afflict. " She left them together, andwent and tapped timidly at the doctor's study. 

Aubertin received her with none of that reserve she had seen in him. Heappeared both surprised and pleased at her visit to his little sanctum. He even showed an emotion Josephine was at a loss to account for. Butthat wore off during the conversation, and, indeed, gave place to a sortof coldness. 

"Dear friend, " said she, "I come to consult you about Rose and Edouard. "She then told him what had happened, and hinted at Edouard's one fault. The doctor smiled. "It is curious. You have come to draw my attention toa point on which it has been fixed for some days past. I am preparing acure for the two young fools; a severe remedy, but in their case a sureone. "

He then showed her a deed, wherein he had settled sixty thousand francson Rose and her children. "Edouard, " said he, "has a good place. He isactive and rising, and with my sixty thousand francs, and a little purseof ten thousand more for furniture and nonsense, they can marry nextweek, if they like. Yes, marriage is a sovereign medicine for both ofthese patients. She does not love him quite enough. Cure: marriage. Heloves her a little too much. Cure: marriage. "

"O doctor!"

"Can't help it. I did not make men and women. We must take human natureas we find it, and thank God for it on the whole. Have you nothing elseto confide to me?"

"No, doctor. "

"Are you sure?"

"No, dear friend. But this is very near my heart, " faltered Josephine. 

The doctor sighed; then said gently, "They shall be happy: as happy asyou wish them. "

Meantime, in another room, a reconciliation scene was taking place, andthe mutual concessions of two impetuous but generous spirits. 

The baroness noticed the change in Josephine's appearance. 

She asked Rose what could be the matter. 

"Some passing ailment, " was the reply. 

"Passing? She has been so, on and off, a long time. She makes me veryanxious. "

Rose made light of it to her mother, but in her own heart she grew moreand more anxious day by day. She held secret conferences with Jacintha;that sagacious personage had a plan to wake Josephine from her deathlylanguor, and even soothe her nerves, and check those pitiable fitsof nervous irritation to which she had become subject. Unfortunately, Jacintha's plan was so difficult and so dangerous, that at first eventhe courageous Rose recoiled from it; but there are dangers that seem todiminish when you look them long in the face. 

The whole party was seated in the tapestried room: Jacintha was there, sewing a pair of sheets, at a respectful distance from the gentlefolks, absorbed in her work; but with both ears on full cock. 

The doctor, holding his glasses to his eye, had just begun to read outthe Moniteur. 

The baroness sat close to him, Edouard opposite; and the young ladieseach in her corner of a large luxurious sofa, at some little distance. 

"'The Austrians left seventy cannon, eight thousand men, and threecolors upon the field. Army of the North: General Menard defeated theenemy after a severe engagement, taking thirteen field-pieces and aquantity of ammunition. '"

The baroness made a narrow-minded renmark. "That is always the way withthese journals, " said she. "Austrians! Prussians! when it's Egypt onewants to hear about. "--"No, not a word about Egypt, " said the doctor;"but there is a whole column about the Rhine, where Colonel Dujardinis--and Dard. If I was dictator, the first nuisance I would put downis small type. " He then spelled out a sanguinary engagement: "eightthousand of the enemy killed. We have some losses to lament. ColonelDujardin"--

"Only wounded, I hope, " said the baroness. 

The doctor went coolly on. "At the head of the 24th brigade made abrilliant charge on the enemy's flank, that is described in the generalorder as having decided the fate of the battle. "

"How badly you do read, " said the old lady, sharply. "I thought he wasgone; instead of that he has covered himself with glory; but it is allour doing, is it not, young ladies? We saved his life. "

"We saved it amongst us, madame. "

"What is the matter, Rose?" said Edouard. 

"Nothing: give me the salts, quick. "

She only passed them, as it were, under her own nostrils; then heldthem to Josephine, who was now observed to be trembling all over. Rosecontrived to make it appear that this was mere sympathy on Josephine'spart. 

"Don't be silly, girls, " cried the baroness, cheerfully; "there isnobody killed that we care about. "

Dr. Aubertin read the rest to himself. 

Edouard fell into a gloomy silence and tortured himself about Camille, and Rose's anxiety and agitation. 

By and by the new servant brought in a letter. It was the long-expectedone from Egypt. 

"Here is something better than salts for you. A long letter, Josephine, and all in his own hand; so he is safe, thank Heaven! I was beginningto be uneasy again. You frightened me for that poor Camille: but thisis worth a dozen Camilles; this is my son; I would give my old lifefor him. "--"My dear Mother--('Bless him!'), my dear wife, and my dearsister--('Well! you sit there like two rocks!')--We have just gaineda battle--fifty colors. ('What do you think of that?') All the enemy'sbaggage and ammunition are in our hands. ('This is something likea battle, this one. ') Also the Pasha of Natolie. ('Ah! the Pasha ofNatolie; an important personage, no doubt, though I never had the honorof hearing of him. Do you hear?--you on the sofa. My son has capturedthe Pasha of Natolie. He is as brave as Caesar. ') But this success isnot one of those that lead to important results ('Never mind, a victoryis a victory'), and I should not wonder if Bonaparte was to dash homeany day. If so, I shall go with him, and perhaps spend a whole day withyou, on my way to the Rhine. "

At this prospect a ghastly look passed quick as lightning between Roseand Josephine. 

The baroness beckoned Josephine to come close to her, and read her whatfollowed in a lower tone of voice. 

"Tell my wife I love her more and more every day. I don't expect as muchfrom her, but she will make me very happy if she can make shift to likeme as well as her family do. "--"No danger! What husband deserves to beloved as he does? I long for his return, that his wife, his mother, andhis sister may all combine to teach this poor soldier what happinessmeans. We owe him everything, Josephine, and if we did not love him, andmake him happy, we should be monsters; now should we not?"

Josephine stammered an assent. 

"NOW you may read his letter: Jacintha and all, " said the baronessgraciously. 

The letter circulated. Meantime, the baroness conversed with Aubertin inquite an undertone. 

"My friend, look at Josephine. That girl is ill, or else she is going tobe ill. "

"Neither the one nor the other, madame, " said Aubertin, looking hercoolly in the face. 

"But I say she is. Is a doctor's eye keener than a mother's?"

"Considerably, " replied the doctor with cool and enviable effrontery. 

The baroness rose. "Now, children, for our evening walk. We shall enjoyit now. "

"I trust you may: but for all that I must forbid the evening air to oneof the party--to Madame Raynal. "

The baroness came to him and whispered, "That is right. Thank you. Seewhat is the matter with her, and tell me. " And she carried off the restof the party. 

At the same time Jacintha asked permission to pass the rest of theevening with her relations in the village. But why that swift, quiveringglance of intelligence between Jacintha and Rose de Beaurepaire when thebaroness said, "Yes, certainly"?

Time will show. 

Josephine and the doctor were left alone. Now Josephine had noticed theold people whisper and her mother glance her way, and the whole womanwas on her guard. She assumed a languid complacency, and by way ofshield, if necessary, took some work, and bent her eyes and apparentlyher attention on it. 

The doctor was silent and ill at ease. 

She saw he had something weighty on his mind. "The air would have doneme no harm, " said she. 

"Neither will a few words with me. "

"Oh, no, dear friend. Only I think I should have liked a little walkthis evening. "

"Josephine, " said the doctor quietly, "when you were a child I savedyour life. "

"I have often heard my mother speak of it. I was choked by the croup, and you had the courage to lance my windpipe. "

"Had I?" said the doctor, with a smile. He added gravely, "It seems thenthat to be cruel is sometimes kindness. It is the nature of men to lovethose whose life they save. "

"And they love you. "

"Well, our affection is not perfect. I don't know which is most toblame, but after all these years I have failed to inspire you withconfidence. " The doctor's voice was sad, and Josephine's bosom panted. 

"Pray do not say so, " she cried. "I would trust you with my life. "

"But not with your secret. "

"My secret! What secret? I have no secrets. "

"Josephine, you have now for full twelve months suffered in body andmind, yet you have never come to me for counsel, for comfort, for an oldman's experience and advice, nor even for medical aid. "

"But, dear friend, I assure you"--

"We DO NOT deceive our friend. We CANNOT deceive our doctor. "

Josephine trembled, but defended herself after the manner of her sex. "Dear doctor, " said she, "I love you all the better for this. Yourregard for me has for once blinded your science. I am not so robust asyou have known me, but there is nothing serious the matter with me. Letus talk of something else. Besides, it is not interesting to talk aboutone's self. "

"Very well; since there is nothing serious or interesting in your case, we will talk about something that is both serious and interesting. "

"With all my heart;" and she smiled with a sense of relief. 

But the doctor leaned over the table to her, and said in a cautious andmost emphatic whisper, "We will talk about YOUR CHILD. "

The work dropped from Josephine's hands: she turned her face wildly onAubertin, and faltered out, "M--my child?"

"My words are plain, " replied he gravely. "YOUR CHILD. "

When the doctor repeated these words, when Josephine looking in his facesaw he spoke from knowledge, however acquired, and not from guess, sheglided down slowly off the sofa and clasped his knees as he stood beforeher, and hid her face in an agony of shame and terror on his knees. 

"Forgive me, " she sobbed. "Pray do not expose me! Do not destroy me. "

"Unhappy young lady, " said he, "did you think you had deceived me, orthat you are fit to deceive any but the blind? Your face, your anguishafter Colonel Dujardin's departure, your languor, and then your suddenrobustness, your appetite, your caprices, your strange sojourn atFrejus, your changed looks and loss of health on your return! Josephine, your old friend has passed many an hour thinking of you, divining yourfolly, following your trouble step by step. Yet you never invited him toaid you. "

Josephine faltered out a lame excuse. If she had revered him less shecould have borne to confess to him. She added it would be a relief toher to confide in him. 

"Then tell me all, " said he. 

She consented almost eagerly, and told him--nearly all. The old man wasdeeply affected. He murmured in a broken voice, "Your story is the storyof your sex, self-sacrifice, first to your mother, then to Camille, nowto your husband. "

"And he is well worthy of any sacrifice I can make, " said Josephine. "But oh, how hard it is to live!"

"I hope to make it less hard to you ere long, " said the doctor quietly. He then congratulated himself on having forced Josephine to confide inhim. "For, " said he, "you never needed an experienced friend more thanat this moment. Your mother will not always be so blind as of late. Edouard is suspicious. Jacintha is a shrewd young woman, and veryinquisitive. "

Josephine was not at the end of her concealments: she was ashamed to lethim know she had made a confidant of Jacintha and not of him. She heldher peace. 

"Then, " continued Aubertin, "there is the terrible chance of Raynal'sreturn. But ere I take on me to advise you, what are your own plans?"

"I don't know, " said Josephine helplessly. 

"You--don't--know!" cried the doctor, looking at her in utter amazement. 

"It is the answer of a mad woman, is it not? Doctor, I am little better. My foot has slipped on the edge of a precipice. I close my eyes, and letmyself glide down it. What will become of me?"

"All shall be well, " said Aubertin, "provided you do not still love thatman. "

Josephine did not immediately reply: her thoughts turned inwards. Thegood doctor was proceeding to congratulate her on being cured of a fatalpassion, when she stopped him with wonder in her face. "Not love him!How can I help loving him? I was his betrothed. I wronged him in mythoughts. War, prison, anguish, could not kill him; he loved me so. Hestruggled bleeding to my feet; and could I let him die, after all? CouldI be crueller than prison, and torture, and despair?"

The doctor sighed deeply; but, arming himself with the necessaryresolution, he sternly replied, "A woman of your name cannot vacillatebetween love and honor; such vacillations have but one end. I will notlet you drift a moral wreck between passion and virtue; and that is whatit will come to if you hesitate now. "

"Hesitate! Who can say I have hesitated where my honor was concerned?You can read our bodies then, but not our hearts. What! you see me sopale, forlorn, and dead, and that does not tell you I have bid Camillefarewell forever? That we might be safer still I have not even told himhe is a father: was ever woman so cruel as I am? I have written him butone letter, and in that I must deceive him. I told him I thought I mightone day be happy, if I could hear that he did not give way to despair. Itold him we must never meet again in this world. So now come what will:show me my duty and I will do it. This endless deceit burns my heart. Shall I tell my husband? It will be but one pang more, one blush morefor me. But my mother!" and, thus appealed to, Dr. Aubertin felt, forthe first time, all the difficulty of the situation he had undertaken tocure. He hesitated, he was embarrassed. 

"Ah, " said Josephine, "you see. " Then, after a short silence, she saiddespairingly, "This is my only hope: that poor Raynal will be longabsent, and that ere he returns mamma will lie safe from sorrow andshame in the little chapel. Doctor, when a woman of my age formssuch wishes as these, I think you might pity her, and forgive herill-treatment of you, for she cannot be very happy. Ah me! ah me! ahme!"

"Courage, poor soul! All is now in my hands, and I will save you, " saidthe doctor, his voice trembling in spite of him. "Guilt lies in theintention. A more innocent woman than you does not breathe. Two courseslay open to you: to leave this house with Camille Dujardin, or todismiss him, and live for your hard duty till it shall please Heaven tomake that duty easy (no middle course was tenable for a day); of thesetwo paths you chose the right one, and, having chosen, I really thinkyou are not called on to reveal your misfortune, and make those unhappyto whose happiness you have sacrificed your own for years to come. "

"Forever, " said Josephine quietly. 

"The young use that word lightly. The old have almost ceased to use it. They have seen how few earthly things can conquer time. "

He resumed, "You think only of others, Josephine, but I shall thinkof you as well. I shall not allow your life to be wasted in a needlessstruggle against nature. " Then turning to Rose, who had glided into theroom, and stood amazed, "Her griefs were as many before her child wasborn, yet her health stood firm. Why? because nature was on her side. Now she is sinking into the grave. Why? because she is defying nature. Nature intended her to be pressing her child to her bosom day and night;instead of that, a peasant woman at Frejus nurses the child, and themother pines at Beaurepaire. "

At this, Josephine leaned her face on her hands on the doctor'sshoulder. In this attitude she murmured to him, "I have never seen himsince I left Frejus. " Dr. Aubertin sighed for her. Emboldened by this, she announced her intention of going to Frejus the very next day tosee her little Henri. But to this Dr. Aubertin demurred. "What, another journey to Frejus?" said he, "when the first has already rousedEdouard's suspicions; I can never consent to that. "

Then Josephine surprised them both. She dropped her coaxing voice andpecked the doctor like an irritated pigeon. "Take care, " said she, "don't be too cruel to me. You see I am obedient, resigned. I have givenup all I lived for: but if I am never to have my little boy's arms roundme to console me, then--why torment me any longer? Why not say to me, 'Josephine, you have offended Heaven; pray for pardon, and die'?"

Then the doctor was angry in his turn. "Oh, go then, " said he, "go toFrejus; you will have Edouard Riviere for a companion this time. Yourfirst visit roused his suspicions. So before you go tell your motherall; for since she is sure to find it out, she had better hear it fromyou than from another. "

"Doctor, have pity on me, " said Josephine. 

"You have no heart, " said Rose. "She shall see him though, in spite ofyou. "

"Oh, yes! he has a heart, " said Josephine: "he is my best friend. Hewill let me see my boy. "

All this, and the tearful eyes and coaxing yet trembling voice, washard to resist. But Aubertin saw clearly, and stood firm. He put hishandkerchief to his eyes a moment: then took the pining young mother'shand. "And, do you think, " said he, "I do not pity you and love yourboy? Ah! he will never want a father whilst I live; and from this momenthe is under my care. I will go to see him; I will bring you news, andall in good time; I will place him where you shall visit him withoutimprudence; but, for the present, trust a wiser head than yours orRose's; and give me your sacred promise not to go to Frejus. "

Weighed down by his good-sense and kindness, Josephine resisted nolonger in words. She just lifted her hands in despair and began to cry. It was so piteous, Aubertin was ready to yield in turn, and consent toany imprudence, when he met with an unexpected ally. 

"Promise, " said Rose, doggedly. 

Josephine looked at her calmly through her tears. 

"Promise, dear, " repeated Rose, and this time with an intonation sofine that it attracted Josephine's notice, but not the doctor's. It wasfollowed by a glance equally subtle. 

"I promise, " said Josephine, with her eye fixed inquiringly on hersister. 

For once she could not make the telegraph out: but she could see it wasplaying, and that was enough. She did what Rose bid her; she promisednot to go to Frejus without leave. 

Finding her so submissive all of a sudden, he went on to suggest thatshe must not go kissing every child she saw. "Edouard tells me he sawyou kissing a beggar's brat. The young rogue was going to quiz you aboutit at the dinner-table; luckily, he told me his intention, and Iwould not let him. I said the baroness would be annoyed with youfor descending from your dignity--and exposing a noble family tofleas--hush! here he is. "

"Tiresome!" muttered Rose, "just when"--

Edouard came forward with a half-vexed face. 

However, he turned it off into play. "What have you been saying to her, monsieur, to interest her so? Give me a leaf out of your book. I needit. "

The doctor was taken aback for a moment, but at last he said slyly, "Ihave been proposing to her to name the day. She says she must consultyou before she decides that. "

"Oh, you wicked doctor!--and consult HIM of all people!"

"So be off, both of you, and don't reappear before me till it issettled. "

Edouard's eyes sparkled. Rose went out with a face as red as fire. 

It was a balmy evening. Edouard was to leave them for a week the nextday. They were alone: Rose was determined he should go away quite happy. Everything was in Edouard's favor: he pleaded his cause warmly: shelistened tenderly: this happy evening her piquancy and archness seemedto dissolve into tenderness as she and Edouard walked hand in hand underthe moon: a tenderness all the more heavenly to her devoted lover, thatshe was not one of those angels who cloy a man by invariable sweetness. 

For a little while she forgot everything but her companion. In that softhour he won her to name the day, after her fashion. 

"Josephine goes to Paris with the doctor in about three weeks, " murmuredshe. 

"And you will stay behind, all alone?"

"Alone? that shall depend on you, monsieur. "

On this Edouard caught her for the first time in his arms. 

She made a faint resistance. 

"Seal me that promise, sweet one!"

"No! no!--there!"

He pressed a delicious first kiss upon two velvet lips that in theirinnocence scarcely shunned the sweet attack. 

For all that, the bond was no sooner sealed after this fashion, than thelady's cheek began to burn. 

"Suppose we go in NOW?" said she, dryly. 

"Ah, not yet. "

"It is late, dear Edouard. "

And with these words something returned to her mind with its full force:something that Edouard had actually made her forget. She wanted to getrid of him now. 

"Edouard, " said she, "can you get up early in the morning? If you can, meet me here to-morrow before any of them are up; then we can talkwithout interruption. "

Edouard was delighted. 

"Eight o'clock?"

"Sooner if you like. Mamma bade me come and read to her in her roomto-night. She will be waiting for me. Is it not tiresome?"

"Yes, it is. "

"Well, we must not mind that, dear; in three weeks' time we are to havetoo much of one another, you know, instead of too little. "

"Too much! I shall never have enough of you. I shall hate the nightwhich will rob me of the sight of you for so many hours in thetwenty-four. "

"If you can't see me, perhaps you may hear me; my tongue runs by nightas well as by day. "

"Well, that is a comfort, " said Edouard, gravely. "Yes, little quizzer, I would rather hear you scold than an angel sing. Judge, then, whatmusic it is when you say you love me!"

"I love you, Edouard. "

Edouard kissed her hand warmly, and then looked irresolutely at herface. 

"No, no!" said she, laughing and blushing. "How rude you are. Next timewe meet. "

"That is a bargain. But I won't go till you say you love me again. 

"Edouard, don't be silly. I am ashamed of saying the same thing sooften--I won't say it any more. What is the use? You know I love you. There, I HAVE said it: how stupid!"

"Adieu, then, my wife that is to be. "

"Adieu! dear Edouard. "

"My hus--go on--my hus--"

"My huswife that shall be. "

Then they walked very slowly towards the house, and once more Rose leftquizzing, and was all tenderness. 

"Will you not come in, and bid them 'good-night'?"

"No, my own; I am in heaven. Common faces--common voices would bring medown to earth. Let me be alone;--your sweet words ringing in my ear. Iwill dilute you with nothing meaner than the stars. See how bright theyshine in heaven; but not so bright as you shine in my heart. "

"Dear Edouard, you flatter me, you spoil me. Alas! why am I not moreworthy of your love?"

"More worthy! How can that be?"

Rose sighed. 

"But I will atone for all. I will make you a better--(here shesubstituted a full stop for a substantive)--than you expect. You willsee else. "

She lingered at the door: a proof that if Edouard, at that particularmoment, had seized another kiss, there would have been no very violentopposition or offence. 

But he was not so impudent as some. He had been told to wait tillthe next meeting for that. He prayed Heaven to bless her, and so theaffianced lovers parted for the night. 

It was about nine o'clock. Edouard, instead of returning to hislodgings, started down towards the town, to conclude a bargain with theinnkeeper for an English mare he was in treaty for. He wanted herfor to-morrow's work; so that decided him to make the purchase. Inpurchases, as in other matters, a feather turns the balanced scale. Hesauntered leisurely down. It was a very clear night; the full moon andthe stars shining silvery and vivid. Edouard's heart swelled with joy. He was loved after all, deeply loved; and in three short weeks he wasactually to be Rose's husband: her lord and master. How like a heavenlydream it all seemed--the first hopeless courtship, and now the weddingfixed! But it was no dream; he felt her soft words still murmur music athis heart, and the shadow of her velvet lips slept upon his own. 

He had strolled about a league when he heard the ring of a horse's hoofscoming towards him, accompanied by a clanking noise; it came nearer andnearer, till it reached a hill that lay a little ahead of Edouard; thenthe sounds ceased; the cavalier was walking his horse up the hill. 

Presently, as if they had started from the earth, up popped betweenEdouard and the sky, first a cocked hat that seemed in that light to becut with a razor out of flint; then the wearer, phosphorescent here andthere; so brightly the keen moonlight played on his epaulets and steelscabbard. A step or two nearer, and Edouard gave a great shout; it wasColonel Raynal. 

After the first warm greeting, and questions and answers, Raynal toldhim he was on his way to the Rhine with despatches. 

"To the Rhine?"

"I am allowed six days to get there. I made a calculation, and found Icould give Beaurepaire half a day. I shall have to make up for it byhard riding. You know me; always in a hurry. It is Bonaparte's faultthis time. He is always in a hurry too. "

"Why, colonel, " said Edouard, "let us make haste then. Mind they goearly to rest at the chateau. "

"But you are not coming my way, youngster?"

"Not coming your way? Yes, but I am. Yours is a face I don't see everyday, colonel; besides I would not miss THEIR faces, especially thebaroness's and Madame Raynal's, at sight of you; and, besides, "--and theyoung gentleman chuckled to himself, and thought of Rose's words, "thenext time we meet;" well, this will be the next time. "May I jump upbehind?"

Colonel Raynal nodded assent. Edouard took a run, and lighted like amonkey on the horse's crupper. He pranced and kicked at this unexpectedaddition; but the spur being promptly applied to his flanks, he boundedoff with a snort that betrayed more astonishment than satisfaction, andaway they cantered to Beaurepaire, without drawing rein. 

"There, " said Edouard, "I was afraid they would be gone to bed; and theyare. The very house seems asleep--fancy--at half-past ten. "

"That is a pity, " said Raynal, "for this chateau is the stronghold ofetiquette. They will be two hours dressing before they will come out andshake hands. I must put my horse into the stable. Go you and give thealarm. "

"I will, colonel. Stop, first let me see whether none of them are up, after all. "

And Edouard walked round the chateau, and soon discovered a light at onewindow, the window of the tapestried room. Running round the otherway he came slap upon another light: this one was nearer the ground. Anarrow but massive door, which he had always seen not only locked butscrewed up, was wide open; and through the aperture the light of acandle streamed out and met the moonlight streaming in. 

"Hallo!" cried Edouard. 

He stopped, turned, and looked in. 

"Hallo!" he cried again much louder. 

A young woman was sleeping with her feet in the silvery moonlight, andher head in the orange-colored blaze of a flat candle, which rested onthe next step above of a fine stone staircase, whose existence was nowfirst revealed to the inquisitive Edouard. 

Coming plump upon all this so unexpectedly, he quite started. 

"Why, Jacintha!"

He touched her on the shoulder to wake her. No. Jacintha was sleeping asonly tired domestics can sleep. He might have taken the candle and burnther gown off her back. She had found a step that fitted into the smallof her back, and another that supported her head, and there she was fastas a door. 

At this moment Raynal's voice was heard calling him. 

"There is a light in that bedroom. "

"It is not a bedroom, colonel; it is our sitting-room now. We shall findthem all there, or at least the young ladies; and perhaps the doctor. The baroness goes to bed early. Meantime I can show you one of ourdramatis personae, and an important one too. She rules the roost. "

He took him mysteriously and showed him Jacintha. 

Moonlight by itself seems white, and candlelight by itself seems yellow;but when the two come into close contrast at night, candle turns areddish flame, and moonlight a bluish gleam. 

So Jacintha, with her shoes in this celestial sheen, and her face inthat demoniacal glare, was enough to knock the gazer's eye out. 

"Make a good sentinel--this one, " said Raynal--"an outlying picket forinstance, on rough ground, in front of the enemy's riflemen. "

"Ha! ha! colonel! Let us see where this staircase leads. I have an ideait will prove a short cut. "

"Where to?"

"To the saloon, or somewhere, or else to some of Jacintha's haunts. Serve her right for going to sleep at the mouth of her den. "

"Forward then--no, halt! Suppose it leads to the bedrooms? Mind thisis a thundering place for ceremony. We shall get drummed out of thebarracks if we don't mind our etiquette. "

At this they hesitated; and Edouard himself thought, on the whole, itwould be better to go and hammer at the front door. 

Now while they hesitated, a soft delicious harmony of female voicessuddenly rose, and seemed to come and run round the walls. The menlooked at one another in astonishment; for the effect was magical. Thestaircase being enclosed on all sides with stone walls and floored withstone, they were like flies inside a violoncello; the voices rang above, below, and on every side of the vibrating walls. In some epochs spiritsas hardy as Raynal's, and wits as quick as Riviere's, would have fledthen and there to the nearest public, and told over cups how they hadheard the dames of Beaurepaire, long since dead, holding their revel, and the conscious old devil's nest of a chateau quivering to the ghostlystrains. 

But this was an incredulous age. They listened, and listened, anddecided the sounds came from up-stairs. 

"Let us mount, and surprise these singing witches, " said Edouard. 

"Surprise them! what for? It is not the enemy--for once. What is thegood of surprising our friends?"

Storming parties and surprises were no novelty and therefore no treat toRaynal. 

"It will be so delightful to see their faces at first sight of you. Ocolonel, for my sake! Don't spoil it by going tamely in at the frontdoor, after coming at night from Egypt for half an hour. "

Raynal grumbled something about its being a childish trick; but toplease Edouard consented at last; only stipulated for a light: "orelse, " said he, "we shall surprise ourselves instead with a broken neck, going over ground we don't know to surprise the natives--our skirmishersgot nicked that way now and then in Egypt. "

"Yes, colonel, I will go first with Jacintha's candle. " Edouard mountedthe stairs on tiptoe. Raynal followed. The solid stone steps did notprate. The men had mounted a considerable way, when puff a blast of windcame through a hole, and out went Edouard's candle. He turned sharplyround to Raynal. "Peste!" said he in a vicious whisper. But the otherlaid his hand on his shoulder and whispered, "Look to the front. " Helooked, and, his own candle being out, saw a glimmer on ahead. Hecrept towards it. It was a taper shooting a feeble light across a smallaperture. They caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a small apartment. Yet Edouard recognized the carpet of the tapestried room--which was avery large room. Creeping a yard nearer, he discovered that it was thetapestried room, and that what had seemed the further wall was only thescreen, behind which were lights, and two women singing a duet. 

He whispered to Raynal, "It is the tapestried room. "

"Is it a sitting-room?" whispered Raynal. 

"Yes! yes! Mind and not knock your foot against the wood. "

And Raynal went softly up and put his foot quietly through the aperture, which he now saw was made by a panel drawn back close to the ground;and stood in the tapestried chamber. The carpet was thick; the voicesfavored the stealthy advance; the floor of the old house was like arock; and Edouard put his face through the aperture, glowing all overwith anticipation of the little scream of joy that would welcome hisfriend dropping in so nice and suddenly from Egypt. 

The feeling was rendered still more piquant by a sharp curiosity thathad been growing on him for some minutes past. For why was this passageopened to-night?--he had never seen it opened before. And why wasJacintha lying sentinel at the foot of the stairs?

But this was not all. Now that they were in the room both men becameconscious of another sound besides the ladies' voices--a very peculiarsound. It also came from behind the screen. They both heard it, andshowed, by the puzzled looks they cast at one another, that neithercould make out what on earth it was. It consisted of a succession oflittle rustles, followed by little thumps on the floor. 

But what was curious, too, this rustle, thump--rustle, thump--fellexactly into the time of the music; so that, clearly, either the rustlethump was being played to the tune, or the tune sung to the rustlethump. 

This last touch of mystery inflamed Edouard's impatience beyond bearing:he pointed eagerly and merrily to the corner of the screen. Raynalobeyed, and stepped very slowly and cautiously towards it. 

Rustle, thump! rustle, thump! rustle, thump! with the rhythm ofharmonious voices. 

Edouard got his head and foot into the room without taking his eye offRaynal. 

Rustle, thump! rustle, thump! rustle, thump!

Raynal was now at the screen, and quietly put his head round it, and hishand upon it. 

Edouard was bursting with expectation. 

No result. What is this? Don't they see him? Why does he not speak tothem? He seems transfixed. 

Rustle, thump! rustle, thump; accompanied now for a few notes by onevoice only, Rose's. 

Suddenly there burst a shriek from Josephine, so loud, so fearful, thatit made even Raynal stagger back a step, the screen in his hand. 

Then another scream of terror and anguish from Rose. Then a fainter cry, and the heavy helpless fall of a human body. 

Raynal sprang forward whirling the screen to the earth in terribleagitation, and Edouard bounded over it as it fell at his feet. He didnot take a second step. The scene that caught his eye stupefied andparalyzed him in full career, and froze him to the spot with amazementand strange misgivings. 

CHAPTER XIX. 

To return for a moment to Rose. She parted from Edouard, and went in atthe front door: but the next moment she opened it softly and watched herlover unseen. "Dear Edouard!" she murmured: and then she thought, "howsad it is that I must deceive him, even to-night: must make up an excuseto get him from me, when we were so happy together. Ah! he little knowshow I shall welcome our wedding-day. When once I can see my poor martyron the road to peace and content under the good doctor's care. And oh!the happiness of having no more secrets from him I love! Dear Edouard!when once we are married, I never, never, will have a secret from youagain--I swear it. "

As a comment on these words she now stepped cautiously out, and peeredin every direction. 

"St--st!" she whispered. No answer came to this signal. 

Rose returned into the house and bolted the door inside. She went upto the tapestried room, and found the doctor in the act of wishingJosephine good-night. The baroness, fatigued a little by her walk, hadmounted no higher than her own bedroom, which was on the first floorjust under the tapestried room. Rose followed the doctor out. "Dearfriend, one word. Josephine talked of telling Raynal. You have notencouraged her to do that?"

"Certainly not, while he is in Egypt. "

"Still less on his return. Doctor, you don't know that man. Josephinedoes not know him. But I do. He would kill her if he knew. He would killher that minute. He would not wait: he would not listen to excuses: heis a man of iron. Or if he spared her he would kill Camille: and thatwould destroy her by the cruellest of all deaths! My friend, I am awicked, miserable girl. I am the cause of all this misery!"

She then told Aubertin all about the anonymous letter, and what Raynalhad said to her in consequence. 

"He never would have married her had he known she loved another. Heasked me was it so. I told him a falsehood. At least I equivocated, andto equivocate with one so loyal and simple was to deceive him. I am theonly sinner: that sweet angel is the only sufferer. Is this the justiceof Heaven? Doctor, my remorse is great. No one knows what I feel when Ilook at my work. Edouard thinks I love her so much better than I dohim. He is wrong: it is not love only, it is pity: it is remorse for thesorrow I have brought on her, and the wrong I have done poor Raynal. "

The high-spirited girl was greatly agitated: and Aubertin, though he didnot acquit her of all blame, soothed her, and made excuses for her. 

"We must not always judge by results, " said he. "Things turnedunfortunately. You did for the best. I forgive you for one. That is, Iwill forgive you if you promise not to act again without my advice. "

"Oh, never! never!"

"And, above all, no imprudence about that child. In three little weeksthey will be together without risk of discovery. Well, you don't answerme. "

Rose's blood turned cold. "Dear friend, " she stammered, "I quite agreewith you. "

"Promise, then. "

"Not to let Josephine go to Frejus?" said Rose hastily. "Oh, yes! Ipromise. "

"You are a good girl, " said Aubertin. "You have a will of your own. Butyou can submit to age and experience. " The doctor then kissed her, andbade her farewell. 

"I leave for Paris at six in the morning, " he said. "I will not try yourpatience or hers unnecessarily. Perhaps it will not be three weeks ereshe sees her child under her friend's roof. "

The moment Rose was alone, she sat down and sighed bitterly. "Thereis no end to it, " she sobbed despairingly. "It is like a spider's web:every struggle to be free but multiplies the fine yet irresistiblethread that seems to bind me. And to-night I thought to be so happy;instead of that, he has left me scarce the heart to do what I have todo. "

She went back to the room, opened a window, and put out a whitehandkerchief, then closed the window down on it. 

Then she went to Josephine's bedroom-door: it opened on the tapestriedroom. 

"Josephine, " she cried, "don't go to bed just yet. "

"No, love. What are you doing? I want to talk to you. Why did you saypromise? and what did you mean by looking at me so? Shall I come out toyou?"

"Not just yet, " said Rose; she then glided into the corridor, and passedher mother's room and the doctor's, and listened to see if all wasquiet. While she was gone Josephine opened her door; but not seeing Rosein the sitting-room, retired again. 

Rose returned softly, and sat down with her head in her hand, in a calmattitude belied by her glancing eye, and the quick tapping of her otherhand upon the table. 

Presently she raised her head quickly; a sound had reached her ear, --asound so slight that none but a high-strung ear could have caught it. Itwas like a mouse giving a single scratch against a stone wall. 

Rose coughed slightly. 

On this a clearer sound was heard, as of a person scratching wood withthe finger-nail. Rose darted to the side of the room, pressed againstthe wall, and at the same time put her other hand against the rim of oneof the panels and pushed it laterally; it yielded, and at the openingstood Jacintha in her cloak and bonnet. 

"Yes, " said Jacintha, "under my cloak--look!"

"Ah! you found the things on the steps?"

"Yes! I nearly tumbled over them. Have you locked that door?"

"No, but I will. " And Rose glided to the door and locked it. Then sheput the screen up between Josephine's room and the open panel: then sheand Jacintha were wonderfully busy on the other side the screen, butpresently Rose said, "This is imprudent; you must go down to the foot ofthe stairs and wait till I call you. "

Jacintha pleaded hard against this arrangement, and represented thatthere was no earthly chance of any one coming to that part of thechateau. 

"No matter; I will be guarded on every side. "

"Mustn't I stop and just see her happy for once?"

"No, my poor Jacintha, you must hear it from my lips. "

Jacintha retired to keep watch as she was bid. Rose went to Josephine'sroom, and threw her arms round her neck and kissed her vehemently. Josephine returned her embrace, then held her out at arm's length andlooked at her. 

"Your eyes are red, yet your little face is full of joy. There, yousmile. "

"I can't help that; I am so happy. "

"I am glad of it. Are you coming to bed?"

"Not yet. I invite you to take a little walk with me first. Come!"and she led the way slowly, looking back with infinite archness andtenderness. 

"You almost frighten me, " said Josephine; "it is not like you to be alljoy when I am sad. Three whole weeks more!"

"That is it. Why are you sad? because the doctor would not let you go toFrejus. And why am I not sad? because I had already thought of a way tolet you see Edouard without going so far. "

"Rose! O Rose! O Rose!"

"This way--come!" and she smiled and beckoned with her finger, whileJosephine followed like one under a spell, her bosom heaving, her eyeglancing on every side, hoping some strange joy, yet scarce daring tohope. 

Rose drew back the screen, and there was a sweet little berceau that hadonce been Josephine's own, and in it, sunk deep in snow-white lawn, wasa sleeping child, that lay there looking as a rose might look could itfall upon new-fallen snow. 

At sight of it Josephine uttered a little cry, not loud but deep--ay, acry to bring tears into the eye of the hearer, and she stood tremblingfrom head to foot, her hands clasped, and her eye fascinated and fixedon the cradle. 

"My child under this roof! What have you done?" but her eye, fascinatedand fixed, never left the cradle. 

"I saw you languishing, dying, for want of him. "

"Oh, if anybody should come?" But her eye never stirred an inch from thecradle. 

"No, no, no! the door is locked. Jacintha watches below; there is nodan--Ah, oh, poor sister!"

For, as Rose was speaking, the young mother sprang silently upon herchild. You would have thought she was going to kill him; her head reareditself again and again like a crested snake's, and again and again andagain and again plunged down upon the child, and she kissed his littlebody from head to foot with soft violence, and murmured, through herstreaming tears, "My child! my darling! my angel! oh, my poor boy! mychild! my child!"

I will ask my female readers of every degree to tell their brothers andhusbands all the young noble did: how she sat on the floor, and had herchild on her bosom; how she smiled over it through her tears; how shepurred over it; how she, the stately one, lisped and prattled over it;and how life came pouring into her heart from it. 

Before she had had it in her arms five minutes, her pale cheek was asred as a rose, and her eyes brighter than diamonds. 

"Bless you, Rose! bless you! bless you! in one moment you have made meforget all I ever suffered in my life. "

"There is a cold draught, " cried she presently, with maternal anxiety;"close the panel, Rose. "

"No, dear; or I could not call to Jacintha, or she to me; but I willshift the screen round between him and the draught. There, now, come tohis aunt--a darling!"

Then Rose sat on the floor too, and Josephine put her boy on aunt'slap, and took a distant view of him. But she could not bear so vast aseparation long. She must have him to her bosom again. 

Presently my lord, finding himself hugged, opened his eyes, and, as anatural consequence, his mouth. 

"Oh, that will never do, " cried Rose, and they put him back in thecradle with all expedition, and began to rock it. Young master wasnot to be altogether appeased even by that. So Rose began singing anold-fashioned Breton chant or lullaby. 

Josephine sang with her, and, singing, watched with a smile her boy dropoff by degrees to sleep under the gentle motion and the lulling song. They sang and rocked till the lids came creeping down, and hid thegreat blue eyes; but still they sang and rocked, lulling the boy, andgladdening their own hearts; for the quaint old Breton ditty was tunableas the lark that carols over the green wheat in April; and the words sosimple and motherly, that a nation had taken them to heart. Such songsbind ages together and make the lofty and the low akin by the great tiesof music and the heart. Many a Breton peasant's bosom in the olden timehad gushed over her sleeping boy as the young dame's of Beaurepairegushed now--in this quaint, tuneful lullaby. 

Now, as they kneeled over the cradle, one on each side, and rocked it, and sang that ancient chant, Josephine, who was opposite the screen, happening to raise her eyes, saw a strange thing. 

There was the face of a man set close against the side of the screen, and peeping and peering out of the gloom. The light of her candle fellfull on this face; it glared at her, set pale, wonder-struck, and vividin the surrounding gloom. 

Horror! It was her husband's face. 

At first she was quite stupefied, and looked at it with soul and sensesbenumbed. Then she trembled, and put her hand to her eyes; for shethought it a phantom or a delusion of the mind. No: there it glaredstill. Then she trembled violently, and held out her left hand, thefingers working convulsively, to Rose, who was still singing. 

But, at the same moment, the mouth of this face suddenly opened in along-drawn breath. At this, Josephine uttered a violent shriek, andsprang to her feet, with her right hand quivering and pointing at thatpale face set in the dark. 

Rose started up, and, wheeling her head round, saw Raynal's gloomyface looking over her shoulder. She fell screaming upon her knees, and, almost out of her senses, began to pray wildly and piteously for mercy. 

Josephine uttered one more cry, but this was the faint cry of nature, sinking under the shock of terror. She swooned dead away, and fellsenseless on the floor ere Raynal could debarrass himself of the screen, and get to her. 

This, then, was the scene that met Edouard's eyes. His affianced brideon her knees, white as a ghost, trembling, and screaming, rather thancrying, for mercy. And Raynal standing over his wife, showing by theworking of his iron features that he doubted whether she was worthy heshould raise her. 

One would have thought nothing could add to the terror of this scene. Yet it was added to. The baroness rang her bell violently in the roombelow. She had heard Josephine's scream and fall. 

At the ringing of this shrill bell Rose shuddered like a maniac, andgrovelled on her knees to Raynal, and seized his very knees and imploredhim to show some pity. 

"O sir! kill us! we are culpable"--

Dring! dring! dring! dring! dring! pealed the baroness's bell again. 

"But do not tell our mother. Oh, if you are a man! do not! do not! Showus some pity. We are but women. Mercy! mercy! mercy!"

"Speak out then, " groaned Raynal. "What does this mean? Why has my wifeswooned at sight of me?--whose is this child?"

"Whose?" stammered Rose. Till he said that, she never thought thereCOULD be a doubt whose child. 

Dring! dring! dring! dring! dring!

"Oh, my God!" cried the poor girl, and her scared eyes glanced every waylike some wild creature looking for a hole, however small, to escape by. 

Edouard, seeing her hesitation, came down on her other side. "Whose isthe child, Rose?" said he sternly. 

"You, too? Why were we born? mercy! oh! pray let me go to my sister. "

Dring! dring! dring! dring! dring! went the terrible bell. 

The men were excited to fury by Rose's hesitation; they each seized anarm, and tore her screaming with fear at their violence, from her kneesup to her feet between them with a single gesture. 

"Whose is the child?"

"You hurt me!" said she bitterly to Edouard, and she left crying and wasterribly calm and sullen all in a moment. 

"Whose is the child?" roared Edouard and Raynal, in one raging breath. "Whose is the child?"

"It is mine. "

CHAPTER XX. 

These were not words; they were electric shocks. 

The two arms that gripped Rose's arms were paralyzed, and dropped offthem; and there was silence. 

Then first the thought of all she had done with those three wordsbegan to rise and grow and surge over her. She stood, her eyes turneddownwards, yet inwards, and dilating with horror. 

Silence. 

Now a mist began to spread over her eyes, and in it she saw indistinctlythe figure of Raynal darting to her sister's side, and raising her head. 

She dared not look round on the other side. She heard feet stagger onthe floor. She heard a groan, too; but not a word. 

Horrible silence. 

With nerves strung to frenzy, and quivering ears, that magnified everysound, she waited for a reproach, a curse; either would have been somelittle relief. But no! a silence far more terrible. 

Then a step wavered across the room. Her soul was in her ear. She couldhear and feel the step totter, and it shook her as it went. All soundswere trebled to her. Then it struck on the stone step of the staircase, not like a step, but a knell; another step, another and another; down tothe very bottom. Each slow step made her head ring and her heart freeze. 

At last she heard no more. Then a scream of anguish and recall roseto her lips. She fought it down, for Josephine and Raynal. Edouardwas gone. She had but her sister now, the sister she loved better thanherself; the sister to save whose life and honor she had this momentsacrificed her own, and all a woman lives for. 

She turned, with a wild cry of love and pity, to that sister's side tohelp her; and when she kneeled down beside her, an iron arm was promptlythrust out between the beloved one and her. 

"This is my care, madame, " said Raynal, coldly. 

There was no mistaking his manner. The stained one was not to touch hiswife. 

She looked at him in piteous amazement at his ingratitude. "It is well, "said she. "It is just. I deserve this from you. "

She said no more, but drooped gently down beside the cradle, and hid herforehead in the clothes beside the child that had brought all this woe, and sobbed bitterly. 

Then honest Raynal began to be sorry for her, in spite of himself. Butthere was no time for this. Josephine stirred; and, at the same moment, a violent knocking came at the door of the apartment, and the newservant's voice, crying, "Ladies, for Heaven's sake, what is the matter?The baroness heard a fall--she is getting up--she will be here. Whatshall I tell her is the matter?"

Raynal was going to answer, but Rose, who had started up at theknocking, put her hand in a moment right before his mouth, and ran tothe door. "There is nothing the matter; tell mamma I am coming down toher directly. " She flew back to Raynal in an excitement little short offrenzy. "Help me carry her into her own room, " cried she imperiously. Raynal obeyed by instinct; for the fiery girl spoke like a general, giving the word of command, with the enemy in front. He carried the trueculprit in his arms, and laid her gently on her bed. 

"Now put IT out of sight--take this, quick, man! quick!" cried Rose. 

Raynal went to the cradle. "Ah! my poor girl, " said he, as he lifted itin his arms, "this is a sorry business; to have to hide your own childfrom your own mother!"

"Colonel Raynal, " said Rose, "do not insult a poor, despairing girl. C'est lache. "

"I am silent, young woman, " said Raynal, sternly. "What is to be done?"

"Take it down the steps, and give it to Jacintha. Stay, here is acandle; I go to tell mamma you are come; and, Colonel Raynal, I neverinjured YOU: if you tell my mother you will stab her to the heart, andme, and may the curse of cowards light on you!--may"--

"Enough!" said Raynal, sternly. "Do you take me for a babbling girl? Ilove your mother better than you do, or this brat of yours would not behere. I shall not bring her gray hairs down with sorrow to the grave. Ishall speak of this villany to but one person; and to him I shall talkwith this, and not with the idle tongue. " And he tapped his sword-hiltwith a sombre look of terrible significance. 

He carried out the cradle. The child slept sweetly through it all. 

Rose darted into Josephine's room, took the key from the inside to theoutside, locked the door, put the key in her pocket, and ran down to hermother's room; her knees trembled under her as she went. 

Meantime, Jacintha, sleeping tranquilly, suddenly felt her throatgriped, and heard a loud voice ring in her ear; then she was lifted, andwrenched, and dropped. She found herself lying clear of the steps in themoonlight; her head was where her feet had been, and her candle out. 

She uttered shriek upon shriek, and was too frightened to get up. Shethought it was supernatural; some old De Beaurepaire had served her thusfor sleeping on her post. A struggle took place between her fidelity andher superstitious fears. Fidelity conquered. Quaking in every limb, shegroped up the staircase for her candle. 

It was gone. 

Then a still more sickening fear came over her. 

What if this was no spirit's work, but a human arm--a strong one--someman's arm?

Her first impulse was to dart up the stairs, and make sure that nocalamity had befallen through her mistimed drowsiness. But, when shecame to try, her dread of the supernatural revived. She could notventure without a light up those stairs, thronged perhaps with angryspirits. She ran to the kitchen. She found the tinderbox, and withtrembling hands struck a light. She came back shading it with her shakyhands; and, committing her soul to the care of Heaven, she crept quakingup the stairs. Then she heard voices above, and that restored her more;she mounted more steadily. Presently she stopped, for a heavy step wascoming down. It did not sound like a woman's step. It came further down;she turned to fly. 

"Jacintha!" said a deep voice, that in this stone cylinder rang likethunder from a tomb. 

"Oh! saints and angels save me!" yelled Jacintha; and fell on her knees, and hid her head for security; and down went her candlestick clatteringon the stone. 

"Don't be a fool!" said the iron voice. "Get up and take this. "

She raised her head by slow degrees, shuddering. A man was holding out acradle to her; the candle he carried lighted up his face; it was ColonelRaynal. 

She stared at him stupidly, but never moved from her knees, and thecandle began to shake violently in her hand, as she herself trembledfrom head to foot. 

Then Raynal concluded she was in the plot; but, scorning to reproach aservant, he merely said, "Well, what do you kneel there for, gaping atme like that? Take this, I tell you, and carry it out of the house. "

He shoved the cradle roughly down into her hands, then turned on hisheel without a word. 

Jacintha collapsed on the stairs, and the cradle beside her, for allthe power was driven out of her body; she could hardly support her ownweight, much less the cradle. 

She rocked herself, and moaned out, "Oh, what's this? oh, what's this?"

A cold perspiration came over her whole frame. 

"What could this mean? What on earth had happened?"

She took up the candle, for it was lying burning and guttering on thestairs; scraped up the grease with the snuffers, and by force of habittried to polish it clean with a bit of paper that shook between herfingers; she did not know what she was doing. When she recovered herwits, she took the child out of the cradle, and wrapped it carefully inher shawl; then went slowly down the stairs; and holding him close toher bosom, with a furtive eye, and brain confused, and a heart likelead, stole away to the tenantless cottage, where Madame Jouvenelawaited her. 

Meantime, Rose, with quaking heart, had encountered the baroness. Shefound her pale and agitated, and her first question was, "What is thematter? what have you been all doing over my head?"

"Darling mother, " replied Rose, evasively, "something has happened thatwill rejoice your heart. Somebody has come home. "

"My son? eh, no! impossible! We cannot be so happy. "

"He will be with you directly. "

The old lady now trembled with joyful agitation. 

"In five minutes I will bring him to you. Shall you be dressed? I willring for the girl to help you. "

"But, Rose, the scream, and that terrible fall. Ah! where is Josephine?"

"Can't you guess, mamma? Oh, the fall was only the screen; they stumbledover it in the dark. "

"They! who?"

"Colonel Raynal, and--and Edouard. I will tell you, mamma, but don't beangry, or even mention it; they wanted to surprise us. They saw a lightburning, and they crept on tiptoe up to the tapestried room, whereJosephine and I were, and they did give us a great fright. "

"What madness!" cried the baroness, angrily; "and in Josephine's weakstate! Such a surprise might have driven her into a fit. "

"Yes, it was foolish, but let it pass, mamma. Don't speak of it, for heis so sorry about it. "

Then Rose slipped out, ordered a fire in the salon, and not in thetapestried room, and the next minute was at her sister's door. There shefound Raynal knocking, and asking Josephine how she was. 

"Pray leave her to me a moment, " said she. "I will bring her down toyou. Mamma is waiting for you in the salon. "

Raynal went down. Rose unlocked the bedroom-door, went in, and, to herhorror, found Josephine lying on the floor. She dashed water in herface, and applied every remedy; and at last she came back to life, andits terrors. 

"Save me, Rose! save me--he is coming to kill me--I heard him at thedoor, " and she clung trembling piteously to Rose. 

Then Rose, seeing her terror, was almost glad at the suicidal falsehoodshe had told. She comforted and encouraged Josephine and--deceived her. (This was the climax. )

"All is well, my poor coward, " she cried; "your fears are all imaginary;another has owned the child, and the story is believed. "

"Another! impossible! He would not believe it. "

"He does believe it--he shall believe it. "

Rose then, feeling by no means sure that Josephine, terrified as shewas, would consent to let her sister come to shame to screen her, toldher boldly that Jacintha had owned herself the mother of the child, andthat Raynal's only feeling towards HER was pity, and regret at havingso foolishly frightened her, weakened as she was by illness. "I told himyou had been ill, dear. But how came you on the ground?"

"I had come to myself; I was on my knees praying. He tapped. I heard hisvoice. I remember no more. I must have fainted again directly. "

Rose had hard work to make her believe that her guilt, as she calledit, was not known; and even then she could not prevail on her to comedown-stairs, until she said, "If you don't, he will come to you. " Onthat Josephine consented eagerly, and with trembling fingers began toadjust her hair and her dress for the interview. 

All this terrible night Rose fought for her sister. She took herdown-stairs to the salon; she put her on the sofa; she sat by her andpressed her hand constantly to give her courage. She told the story ofthe surprise her own way, before the whole party, including the doctor, to prevent Raynal from being called on to tell it his way. She laughedat Josephine's absurdity, but excused it on account of her feeblehealth. In short, she threw more and more dust in all their eyes. 

But by the time when the rising sun came faintly in and lighted thehaggard party, where the deceived were happy, the deceivers wretched, the supernatural strength this young girl had shown was almostexhausted. She felt an hysterical impulse to scream and weep: eachminute it became more and more ungovernable. Then came an unexpectedturn. Raynal after a long and tiring talk with his mother, as he calledher, looked at his watch, and in a characteristic way coolly announcedhis immediate departure, this being the first hint he had given themthat he was not come back for good. 

The baroness was thunderstruck. 

Rose and Josephine pressed one another's hands, and had much ado not toutter a loud cry of joy. 

Raynal explained that he was the bearer of despatches. "I must be off:not an hour to lose. Don't fret, mother, I shall soon be back again, ifI am not knocked on the head. "

Raynal took leave of them all. When it came to Rose's turn, he drew heraside and whispered into her ear, "Who is the man?"

She started, and seemed dumfounded. 

"Tell me, or I ask my wife. "

"She has promised me not to betray me: I made her swear. Spare me now, brother; I will tell you all when you come back. "

"That is a bargain: now hear ME swear: he shall marry you, or he shalldie by my hand. "

He confirmed this by a tremendous oath. 

Rose shuddered, but said nothing, only she thought to herself, "I amforewarned. Never shall you know who is the father of that child. "

He was no sooner gone than the baroness insisted on knowing what thisprivate communication between him and Rose was about. 

"Oh, " said Rose, "he was only telling me to keep up your courage andJosephine's till he comes back. "

This was the last lie the poor entangled wretch had to tell thatmorning. The next minute the sisters, exhausted by their terriblestruggle, went feebly, with downcast eyes, along the corridor and up thestaircase to Josephine's room. 

They went hand in hand. They sank down, dressed as they were, onJosephine's bed, and clung to one another and trembled together, tilltheir exhausted natures sank into uneasy slumbers, from which each inturn would wake ever and anon with a convulsive start, and clasp hersister tighter to her breast. 

Theirs was a marvellous love. Even a course of deceit had not yetprevailed to separate or chill their sister bosoms. But still in thisdeep and wonderful love there were degrees: one went a shade deeper thanthe other now--ay, since last night. Which? why, she who had sacrificedherself for the other, and dared not tell her, lest the sacrifice shouldbe refused. 

It was the gray of the morning, and foggy, when Raynal, after takingleave, went to the stable for his horse. At the stable-door he came upona man sitting doubled up on the very stones of the yard, with his headon his knees. The figure lifted his head, and showed him the face ofEdouard Riviere, white and ghastly: his hair lank with the mist, histeeth chattering with cold and misery. The poor wretch had walkedfrantically all night round and round the chateau, waiting till Raynalshould come out. He told him so. 

"But why didn't you?--Ah! I see. No! you could not go into the houseafter that. My poor fellow, there is but one thing for you to do. Turnyour back on her, and forget she ever lived; she is dead to you. "

"There is something to be done besides that, " said Edouard, gloomily. 

"What?"

"Vengeance. "

"That is my affair, young man. When I come back from the Rhine, she willtell me who her seducer is. She has promised. "

"And don't you see through that?" said Edouard, gnashing his teeth;"that is only to gain time: she will never tell you. She is young inyears, but old in treachery. "

He groaned and was silent a moment, then laying his hand on Raynal's armsaid grimly, "Thank Heaven, we don't depend on her for information! Iknow the villain. "

Raynal's eyes flashed: "Ah! then tell me this moment. "

"It is that scoundrel Dujardin. "

"Dujardin! What do you mean?"

"I mean that, while you were fighting for France, your house was turnedinto a hospital for wounded soldiers. "

"And pray, sir, to what more honorable use could they put it?"

"Well, this Dujardin was housed by you, was nursed by your wife and allthe family; and in return has seduced your sister, my affianced. "

"I can hardly believe that. Camille Dujardin was always a man of honor, and a good soldier. "

"Colonel, there has been no man near the place but this Dujardin. I tellyou it is he. Don't make me tear my bleeding heart out: must I tell youhow often I caught them together, how I suspected, and how she gulledme? blind fool that I was, to believe a woman's words before my owneyes. I swear to you he is the villain; the only question is, which ofus two is to kill him. "

"Where is the man?"

"In the army of the Rhine. "

"Ah! all the better. "

"Covered with glory and honor. Curse him! oh, curse him! curse him!"

"I am in luck. I am going to the Rhine. "

"I know it. That is why I waited here all through this night of misery. Yes, you are in luck. But you will send me a line when you have killedhim; will you not? Then I shall know joy again. Should he escape you, heshall not escape me. "

"Young man, " said Raynal, with dignity, "this rage is unmanly. Besides, we have not heard his side of the story. He is a good soldier; perhapshe is not all to blame: or perhaps passion has betrayed him into a sinthat his conscience and honor disapprove: if so, he must not die. Youthink only of your wrong: it is natural: but I am the girl's brother;guardian of her honor and my own. His life is precious as gold. I shallmake him marry her. "

"What! reward him for his villany?" cried Edouard, frantically. 

"A mighty reward, " replied Raynal, with a sneer. 

"You leave one thing out of the calculation, monsieur, " said Edouard, trembling with anger, "that I will kill your brother-in-law at thealtar, before her eyes. "

"YOU leave one thing out of the calculation: that you will first have tocross swords, at the altar, with me. "

"So be it. I will not draw on my old commandant. I could not; but besure I will catch him and her alone some day, and the bride shall be awidow in her honeymoon. "

"As you please, " said Raynal, coolly. "That is all fair, as you havebeen wronged. I shall make her an honest wife, and then you may makeher an honest widow. (This is what they call LOVE, and sneer at me forkeeping clear of it. ) But neither he nor you shall keep MY SISTER whatshe is now, a ----, " and he used a word out of camp. 

Edouard winced and groaned. "Oh! don't call her by such a name. Thereis some mystery. She loved me once. There must have been some strangeseduction. "

"Now you deceive yourself, " said Raynal. "I never saw a girl that couldtake her own part better than she can; she is not like her sister atall in character. Not that I excuse him; it was a dishonorable act, anungrateful act to my wife and my mother. "

"And to you. "

"Now listen to me: in four days I shall stand before him. I shall notgo into a pet like you; I am in earnest. I shall just say to him, 'Dujardin, I know all!' Then if he is guilty his face will show itdirectly. Then I shall say, 'Comrade, you must marry her whom you havedishonored. '"

"He will not. He is a libertine, a rascal. "

"You are speaking of a man you don't know. He WILL marry her and repairthe wrong he has done. "

"Suppose he refuses?"

"Why should he refuse? The girl is not ugly nor old, and if she has donea folly, he was her partner in it. "

"But SUPPOSE he refuses?"

Raynal ground his teeth. "Refuse? If he does, I'll run my sword throughhis carcass then and there, and the hussy shall go into a convent. "

CHAPTER XXI. 

The French army lay before a fortified place near the Rhine, which wewill call Philipsburg. 

This army knew Bonaparte by report only; it was commanded by generals ofthe old school. 

Philipsburg was defended on three sides by the nature of the ground; buton the side that faced the French line of march there was only a zigzagwall, pierced, and a low tower or two at each of the salient angles. 

There were evidences of a tardy attempt to improve the defences. Inparticular there was a large round bastion, about three times the heightof the wall; but the masonry was new, and the very embrasures were notyet cut. 

Young blood was for assaulting these equivocal fortifications at the endof the day's march that brought the French advanced guard in sight ofthe place; but the old generals would not hear of it; the soldiers'lives must not be flung away assaulting a place that could be reduced intwenty-one days with mathematical certainty. For at this epoch a siegewas looked on as a process with a certain result, the only problem wasin how many days would the place be taken; and even this they used tosettle to a day or two on paper by arithmetic; so many feet of wall, andso many guns on the one side; so many guns, so many men, and such andsuch a soil to cut the trenches in on the other: result, two figuresvarying from fourteen to forty. These two figures represented theduration of the siege. 

For all that, siege arithmetic, right in general, has often beenterribly disturbed by one little incident, that occurs from time totime; viz. , Genius INside. And, indeed, this is one of the sins ofgenius; it goes and puts out calculations that have stood the brunt ofyears. Archimedes and Todleben were, no doubt, clever men in their wayand good citizens, yet one characteristic of delicate men's minds theylacked--veneration; they showed a sad disrespect for the wisdom of theancients, deranged the calculations which so much learning and patientthought had hallowed, disturbed the minds of white-haired veterans, tooksieges out of the grasp of science, and plunged them back into the fieldof wild conjecture. 

Our generals then sat down at fourteen hundred yards' distance, andplanned the trenches artistically, and directed them to be cut atartful angles, and so creep nearer and nearer the devoted town. Then thePrussians, whose hearts had been in their shoes at first sight of theFrench shakos, plucked up, and turned not the garrison only but thepopulation of the town into engineers and masons. Their fortificationsgrew almost as fast as the French trenches. 

The first day of the siege, a young but distinguished brigadier in theFrench army rode to the quarters of General Raimbaut, who commandedhis division, and was his personal friend, and respectfully but firmlyentreated the general to represent to the commander-in-chief thepropriety of assaulting that new bastion before it should becomedangerous. "My brigade shall carry it in fifteen minutes, general, " saidhe. 

"What! cross all that open under fire? One-half your brigade would neverreach the bastion. "

"But the other half would take it. "

"That is not so certain. "

General Raimbaut refused to forward the young colonel's proposal toheadquarters. "I will not subject you to TWO refusals in one matter, "said he, kindly. 

The young colonel lingered. He said, respectfully, "One question, general, when that bastion cuts its teeth will it be any easier to takethan now?"

"Certainly; it will always be easier to take it from the sap than tocross the open under fire to it, and take it. Come, colonel, to yourtrenches; and if your friend should cut its teeth, you shall have abattery in your attack that will set its teeth on edge. Ha! ha!"

The young colonel did not echo his chief's humor; he saluted gravely, and returned to the trenches. 

The next morning three fresh tiers of embrasures grinned one aboveanother at the besiegers. The besieged had been up all night, and notidle. In half these apertures black muzzles showed themselves. 

The bastion had cut its front teeth. 

Thirteenth day of the siege. 

The trenches were within four hundred yards of the enemy's guns, andit was hot work in them. The enemy had three tiers of guns in the roundbastion, and on the top they had got a long 48-pounder, which theyworked with a swivel joint, or the like, and threw a great roaring shotinto any part of the French lines. 

As to the commander-in-chief and his generals, they were dotted abouta long way in the rear, and no shot came as far as them; but in thetrenches the men began now to fall fast, especially on the left attack, which faced the round bastion. Our young colonel had got his heavybattery, and every now and then he would divert the general effortsof the bastion, and compel it to concentrate its attention on him, bypounding away at it till it was all in sore places. But he meant itworse mischief than that. Still, as heretofore, regarding it as the keyto Philipsburg, he had got a large force of engineers at work driving amine towards it, and to this he trusted more than to breaching it; forthe bigger holes he made in it by day were all stopped at night by thetownspeople. 

This colonel was not a favorite in the division to which his brigadebelonged. He was a good soldier, but a dull companion. He was alsoaccused of hauteur and of an unsoldierly reserve with his brotherofficers. 

Some loose-tongued ones even called him a milk-sop, because he wasconstantly seen conversing with the priest--he who had nothing to say toan honest soldier. 

Others said, "No, hang it, he is not a milk-sop: he is a tried soldier:he is a sulky beggar all the same. " Those under his immediate commandwere divided in opinion about him. There was something about him theycould not understand. Why was his sallow face so stern, so sad? and whywith all that was his voice so gentle? somehow the few words that didfall from his mouth were prized. One old soldier used to say, "I wouldrather have a word from our brigadier than from the commander-in-chief. "Others thought he must at some part of his career have pillaged achurch, taken the altar-piece, and sold it to a picture-dealer in Paris, or whipped the earrings out of the Madonna's ears, or admitted thefemale enemy to quarter upon ungenerous conditions: this, or some suchcrime to which we poor soldiers are liable: and now was committing themistake of remording himself about it. "Always alongside the chaplain, you see!"

This cold and silent man had won the heart of the most talkativesergeant in the French army. Sergeant La Croix protested with many oathsthat all the best generals of the day had commanded him in turn, andthat his present colonel was the first that had succeeded in inspiringhim with unlimited confidence. "He knows every point of war--thisone, " said La Croix, "I heard him beg and pray for leave to storm thisthundering bastion before it was armed: but no, the old muffs would bewiser than our colonel. So now here we are kept at bay by a place thatJulius Caesar and Cannibal wouldn't have made two bites at apiece; nomore would I if I was the old boy out there behind the hill. " In suchterms do sergeants denote commanders-in-chief--at a distance. A volublesergeant has more influence with the men than the minister of war isperhaps aware: on the whole, the 24th brigade would have followed itsgloomy colonel to grim death and a foot farther. One thing gave thesemen a touch of superstitious reverence for their commander. He seemedto them free from physical weakness. He never SAT DOWN to dinner, andseemed never to sleep. At no hour of the day or night were the sentriessafe from his visits. 

Very annoying. But, after awhile, it led to keen watchfulness: the moreso that the sad and gloomy colonel showed by his manner he appreciatedit. Indeed, one night he even opened his marble jaws, and told SergeantLa Croix that a watchful sentry was an important soldier, not to hisbrigade only, but to the whole army. Judge whether the maxim and theimplied encomium did not circulate next morning, with additions. 

Sixteenth day of the siege. The round bastion opened fire at eighto'clock, not on the opposing battery, but on the right of the Frenchattack. Its advanced position enabled a portion of its guns to rakethese trenches slant-wise: and depressing its guns it made the roundshot strike the ground first and ricochet over. 

On this our colonel opened on them with all his guns: one of thesehe served himself. Among his other warlike accomplishments, he wasa wonderful shot with a cannon. He showed them capital practice thismorning: drove two embrasures into one, and knocked about a ton ofmasonry off the parapet. Then taking advantage of this, he served two ofhis guns with grape, and swept the enemy off the top of the bastion, and kept it clear. He made it so hot they could not work the upper guns. Then they turned the other two tiers all upon him, and at it bothsides went ding, dong, till the guns were too hot to be worked. So thenSergeant La Croix popped his head up from the battery, and showedthe enemy a great white plate. This was meant to convey to them aninvitation to dine with the French army: the other side of the table ofcourse. 

To the credit of Prussian intelligence be it recorded, that thispantomimic hint was at once taken and both sides went to dinner. 

The fighting colonel, however, remained in the battery, and kept adetachment of his gunners employed cooling the guns and repairing thetouch-holes. He ordered his two cutlets and his glass of water into thebattery. 

Meantime, the enemy fired a single gun at long intervals, as much as tosay, "We had the last word. "

Let trenches be cut ever so artfully, there will be a little spaceexposed here and there at the angles. These spaces the men are orderedto avoid, or whip quickly across them into cover. 

Now the enemy had just got the range of one of these places with theirsolitary gun, and had already dropped a couple of shot right on to it. A camp follower with a tray, two cutlets, and a glass of water, came tothis open space just as a puff of white smoke burst from the bastion. Instead of instantly seeking shelter till the shot had struck, he, inhis inexperience, thought the shot must have struck, and all danger beover. He stayed there mooning instead of pelting under cover: theshot (eighteen-pound) struck him right on the breast, knocked him intospilikins, and sent the mutton cutlets flying. 

The human fragments lay quiet, ten yards off. But a soldier that waseating his dinner kicked it over, and jumped up at the side of "Death'sAlley" (as it was christened next minute), and danced and yelled withpain. 

"Haw! haw! haw!" roared a soldier from the other side of the alley. 

"What is that?" cried Sergeant La Croix. "What do you laugh at, PrivateCadel?" said he sternly, for, though he was too far in the trench tosee, he had heard that horrible sound a soldier knows from every other, the "thud" of a round shot striking man or horse. 

"Sergeant, " said Cadel, respectfully, "I laugh to see Private Dard, thatgot the wind of the shot, dance and sing, when the man that got the shotitself does not say a word. "

"The wind of the shot, you rascal!" roared Private Dard: "look here!"and he showed the blood running down his face. 

The shot had actually driven a splinter of bone out of the sutler intoDard's temple. 

"I am the unluckiest fellow in the army, " remonstrated Dard: and hestamped in a circle. 

"Seems to me you are only the second unluckiest this time, " said a youngsoldier with his mouth full; and, with a certain dry humor, he pointedvaguely over his shoulder with the fork towards the corpse. 

The trenches laughed and assented. 

This want of sympathy and justice irritated Dard. "You cursed fools!"cried he. "He is gone where we must all go--without any trouble. Butlook at me. I am always getting barked. Dogs of Prussians! they pick meout among a thousand. I shall have a headache all the afternoon, you seeelse. "

Some of our heads would never have ached again: but Dard had a goodthick skull. 

Dard pulled out his spilikin savagely. 

"I'll wrap it up in paper for Jacintha, " said he. "Then that will learnher what a poor soldier has to go through. "

Even this consolation was denied Private Dard. 

Corporal Coriolanus Gand, a bit of an infidel from Lyons, who sometimesamused himself with the Breton's superstition, told him with a graveface, that the splinter belonged not to him, but to the sutler, and, though so small, was doubtless a necessary part of his frame. 

"If you keep that, it will be a bone of contention between you two, "said he; "especially at midnight. HE WILL BE ALWAYS COMING BACK TO YOUFOR IT. "

"There, take it away!" said the Breton hastily, "and bury it with thepoor fellow. "

Sergeant La Croix presented himself before the colonel with a ruefulface and saluted him and said, "Colonel, I beg a thousand pardons; yourdinner has been spilt--a shot from the bastion. "

"No matter, " said the colonel. "Give me a piece of bread instead. "

La Croix went for it himself, and on his return found Cadel sitting onone side of Death's Alley, and Dard with his head bound up on the other. They had got a bottle which each put up in turn wherever he fanciedthe next round shot would strike, and they were betting their afternoonrations which would get the Prussians to hit the bottle first. 

La Croix pulled both their ears playfully. 

"Time is up for playing marbles, " said he. "Be off, and play at duty, "and he bundled them into the battery. 

It was an hour past midnight: a cloudy night. The moon was up, but seenonly by fitful gleams. A calm, peaceful silence reigned. 

Dard was sentinel in the battery. 

An officer going his rounds found the said sentinel flat instead ofvertical. He stirred him with his scabbard, and up jumped Dard. 

"It's all right, sergeant. O Lord! it's the colonel. I wasn't asleep, colonel. "

"I have not accused you. But you will explain what you were doing. "

"Colonel, " said Dard, all in a flutter, "I was taking a squint at them, because I saw something. The beggars are building a wall, now. "

"Where?"

"Between us and the bastion. "

"Show me. "

"I can't, colonel; the moon has gone in; but I did see it. "

"How long was it?"

"About a hundred yards. "

"How high?"

"Colonel, it was ten feet high if it was an inch. "

"Have you good sight?"

"La! colonel, wasn't I a bit of a poacher before I took to the bayonet?"

"Good! Now reflect. If you persist in this statement, I turn out thebrigade on your information. "

"I'll stand the fire of a corporal's guard at break of day if I make amistake now, " said Dard. 

The colonel glided away, called his captain and first lieutenants, andsaid two words in each ear, that made them spring off their backs. 

Dard, marching to an fro, musket on shoulder, found himself suddenlysurrounded by grim, silent, but deadly eager soldiers, that came pouringlike bees into the open space behind the battery. The officers cameround the colonel. 

"Attend to two things, " said he to the captains. "Don't fire till theyare within ten yards: and don't follow them unless I lead you. "

The men were then told off by companies, some to the battery, some tothe trenches, some were kept on each side Death's Alley, ready for arush. 

They were not all of them in position, when those behind the parapetsaw, as it were, something deepen the gloom of night, some fourscoreyards to the front: it was like a line of black ink suddenly drawn upona sheet covered with Indian ink. 

It seems quite stationary. The novices wondered what it was. Theveterans muttered--"Three deep. "

Though it looked stationary, it got blacker and blacker. The soldiers ofthe 24th brigade griped their muskets hard, and set their teeth, and thesergeants had much ado to keep them quiet. 

All of a sudden, a loud yell on the right of the brigade, two or threesingle shots from the trenches in that direction, followed by a volley, the cries of wounded men, and the fierce hurrahs of an attacking party. 

Our colonel knew too well those sounds: the next parallel had beensurprised, and the Prussian bayonet was now silently at work. 

Disguise was now impossible. At the first shot, a guttural voice infront of Dujardin's men was heard to give a word of command. There wasa sharp rattle and in a moment the thick black line was tipped withglittering steel. 

A roar and a rush, and the Prussian line three deep came furiously likea huge steel-pointed wave, at the French lines. A tremendous wave offire rushed out to meet that wave of steel: a crash of two hundredmuskets, and all was still. Then you could see through the blacksteel-tipped line in a hundred frightful gaps, and the ground sparkledwith bayonets and the air rang with the cries of the wounded. 

A tremendous cheer from the brigade, and the colonel charged at the headof his column, out by Death's Alley. 

The broken wall was melting away into the night. The colonel wheeledhis men to the right: one company, led by the impetuous young CaptainJullien, followed the flying enemy. 

The other attack had been only too successful. They shot the sentries, and bayoneted many of the soldiers in their tents: others escaped byrunning to the rear, and some into the next parallel. 

Several, half dressed, snatched up their muskets, killed one Prussian, and fell riddled like sieves. 

A gallant officer got a company together into the place of arms andformed in line. 

Half the Prussian force went at them, the rest swept the trenches: theFrench company delivered a deadly volley, and the next moment clashthe two forces crossed bayonets, and a silent deadly stabbing match wasplayed: the final result of which was inevitable. The Prussians werefive to one. The gallant officer and the poor fellows who did their dutyso stoutly, had no thought left but to die hard, when suddenly a roaringcheer seemed to come from the rear rank of the enemy. "France! France!"Half the 24th brigade came leaping and swarming over the trenches in thePrussian rear. The Prussians wavered. "France!" cried the little partythat were being overpowered, and charged in their turn with such furythat in two seconds the two French corps went through the enemy's centrelike paper, and their very bayonets clashed together in more than onePrussian body. 

Broken thus in two fragments the Prussian corps ceased to exist as amilitary force. The men fled each his own way back to the fort, and manyflung away their muskets, for French soldiers were swarming in from allquarters. At this moment, bang! bang! bang! from the bastion. 

"They are firing on my brigade, " said our colonel. "Who has led hiscompany there against my orders? Captain Neville, into the battery, andfire twenty rounds at the bastion! Aim at the flashes from their middletier. "

"Yes, colonel. "

The battery opened with all its guns on the bastion. The right attackfollowed suit. The town answered, and a furious cannonade roared andblazed all down both lines till daybreak. Hell seemed broken loose. 

Captain Jullien had followed the flying foe: but could not come up withthem: and, as the enemy had prepared for every contingency, thefatal bastion, after first throwing a rocket or two to discover theirposition, poured showers of grape into them, killed many, and would havekilled more but that Captain Neville and his gunners happened by mereaccident to dismount one gun and to kill a couple of gunners at theothers. This gave the remains of the company time to disperse and runback. When the men were mustered, Captain Jullien and twenty-five ofhis company did not answer to their names. At daybreak they were visiblefrom the trenches lying all by themselves within eighty yards of thebastion. 

A flag of truce came from the fort: the dead were removed on both sidesand buried. Some Prussian officers strolled into the French lines. Civilities and cigars exchanged: "Bon jour, " "Gooten daeg:" then at itagain, ding dong all down the line blazing and roaring. 

At twelve o'clock the besieged had got a man on horseback, on top of ahill, with colored flags in his hand, making signals. 

"What are you up to now?" inquired Dard. 

"You will see, " said La Croix, affecting mystery; he knew no more thanthe other. 

Presently off went Long Tom on the top of the bastion, and the shot cameroaring over the heads of the speakers. 

The flags were changed, and off went Long Tom again at an elevation. 

Ten seconds had scarcely elapsed when a tremendous explosion took placeon the French right. Long Tom was throwing red-hot shot; one had fallenon a powder wagon, and blown it to pieces, and killed two poor fellowsand a horse, and turned an artillery man at some distance into a seemingnigger, but did him no great harm; only took him three days to get thepowder out of his clothes with pipe clay, and off his face with rawpotato-peel. 

When the tumbril exploded, the Prussians could be heard to cheer, andthey turned to and fired every iron spout they owned. Long Tom workedall day. 

They got into a corner where the guns of the battery could not hitthem or him, and there was his long muzzle looking towards the sky, andsending half a hundredweight of iron up into the clouds, and plungingdown a mile off into the French lines. 

And, at every shot, the man on horseback made signals to let the gunnersknow where the shot fell. 

At last, about four in the afternoon, they threw a forty-eight-poundshot slap into the commander-in-chief's tent, a mile and a half behindtrenches. 

Down comes a glittering aide-de-camp as hard as he can gallop. 

"Colonel Dujardin, what are you about, sir? YOUR BASTION has thrown around shot into the commander-in-chief's tent. "

The colonel did not appear so staggered as the aide-de-camp expected. 

"Ah, indeed!" said he quietly. "I observed they were trying distances. "

"Must not happen again, colonel. You must drive them from the gun. "

"How?"

"Why, where is the difficulty?"

"If you will do me the honor to step into the battery, I will show you, "said the colonel. 

"If you please, " said the aide-de-camp stiffly. 

Colonel Dujardin took him to the parapet, and began, in a calm, painstaking way, to show him how and why none of his guns could bebrought to bear upon Long Tom. 

In the middle of the explanation a melodious sound was heard in the airabove them, like a swarm of Brobdingnag bees. 

"What is that?" inquired the aide-de-camp. 

"What? I see nothing. "

"That humming noise. "

"Oh, that? Prussian bullets. Ah, by-the-by, it is a compliment to youruniform, monsieur; they take you for some one of importance. Well, as Iwas observing"--

"Your explanation is sufficient, colonel; let us get out of this. Ha, ha! you are a cool hand, colonel, I must say. But your battery is a warmplace enough: I shall report it so at headquarters. "

The grim colonel relaxed. 

"Captain, " said he politely, "you shall not have ridden to my post invain. Will you lend me your horse for ten minutes?"

"Certainly; and I will inspect your trenches meantime. "

"Do so; oblige me by avoiding that angle; it is exposed, and the enemyhave got the range to an inch. "

Colonel Dujardin slipped into his quarters; off with his half-dressjacket and his dirty boots, and presently out he came full fig, glittering brighter than the other, with one French and two foreignorders shining on his breast, mounted the aide-de-camp's horse, and awayfull pelt. 

Admitted, after some delay, into the generalissimo's tent, Dujardinfound the old gentleman surrounded by his staff and wroth: nor was thedanger to which he had been exposed his sole cause of ire. 

The shot had burst through his canvas, struck a table on which was alarge inkstand, and had squirted the whole contents over the despatcheshe was writing for Paris. 

Now this old gentleman prided himself upon the neatness of hisdespatches: a blot on his paper darkened his soul. 

Colonel Dujardin expressed his profound regret. The commander, however, continued to remonstrate. "I have a great deal of writing to do, "said he, "as you must be aware; and, when I am writing, I expect to bequiet. "

Colonel Dujardin assented respectfully to the justice of this. He thenexplained at full length why he could not bring a gun in the battery tosilence "Long Tom, " and quietly asked to be permitted to run a gun outof the trenches, and take a shot at the offender. 

"It is a point-blank distance, and I have a new gun, with which a manought to be able to hit his own ball at three hundred yards. "

The commander hesitated. 

"I cannot have the men exposed. "

"I engage not to lose a man--except him who fires the gun. HE must takehis chance. "

"Well, colonel, it must be done by volunteers. The men must not beORDERED out on such a service as that. "

Colonel Dujardin bowed, and retired. 

"Volunteers to go out of the trenches!" cried Sergeant La Croix, ina stentorian voice, standing erect as a poker, and swelling withimportance. 

There were fifty offers in less than as many seconds. 

"Only twelve allowed to go, " said the sergeant; "and I am one, " addedhe, adroitly inserting himself. 

A gun was taken down, placed on a carriage, and posted near Death'sAlley, but out of the line of fire. 

The colonel himself superintended the loading of this gun; and to thesurprise of the men had the shot weighed first, and then weighed out thepowder himself. 

He then waited quietly a long time till the bastion pitched one of itsperiodical shots into Death's Alley, but no sooner had the shot struck, and sent the sand flying past the two lanes of curious noses, thanColonel Dujardin jumped upon the gun and waved his cocked hat. At thispreconcerted signal, his battery opened fire on the bastion, and thebattery to his right opened on the wall that fronted them; and thecolonel gave the word to run the gun out of the trenches. They ran itout into the cloud of smoke their own guns were belching forth, unseenby the enemy; but they had no sooner twisted it into the line of LongTom, than the smoke was gone, and there they were, a fair mark. 

"Back into the trenches, all but one!" roared Dujardin. 

And in they ran like rabbits. 

"Quick! the elevation. "

Colonel Dujardin and La Croix raised the muzzle to the mark--hoo, hoo, hoo! ping, ping, ping! came the bullets about their ears. 

"Away with you!" cried the colonel, taking the linstock from him. 

Then Colonel Dujardin, fifteen yards from the trenches, in full blazinguniform, showed two armies what one intrepid soldier can do. He kneeleddown and adjusted his gun, just as he would have done in a practisingground. He had a pot shot to take, and a pot shot he would take. Heignored three hundred muskets that were levelled at him. He lookedalong his gun, adjusted it, and re-adjusted it to a hair's breadth. Theenemy's bullets pattered upon it: still he adjusted it delicately. Hismen were groaning and tearing their hair inside at his danger. 

At last it was levelled to his mind, and then his movements were asquick as they had hitherto been slow. In a moment he stood erect in thehalf-fencing attitude of a gunner, and his linstock at the touch-hole:a huge tongue of flame, a volume of smoke, a roar, and the ironthunderbolt was on its way, and the colonel walked haughtily but rapidlyback to the trenches; for in all this no bravado. He was there to make ashot; not to throw a chance of life away watching the effect. 

Ten thousand eyes did that for him. 

Both French and Prussians risked their own lives craning out to seewhat a colonel in full uniform was doing under fire from a whole lineof forts, and what would be his fate; but when he fired the gun theircuriosity left the man and followed the iron thunderbolt. 

For two seconds all was uncertain; the ball was travelling. 

Tom gave a rear like a wild horse, his protruding muzzle went upsky-high, then was seen no more, and a ring of old iron and a clatter offragments was heard on the top of the bastion. Long Tom was dismounted. Oh! the roar of laughter and triumph from one end to another of thetrenches; and the clapping of forty thousand hands that went on for fullfive minutes; then the Prussians, either through a burst of generouspraise for an act so chivalrous and so brilliant, or because they wouldnot be crowed over, clapped their tea thousand hands as loudly, and thusthundering, heart-thrilling salvo of applause answered salvo on bothsides that terrible arena. 

That evening came a courteous and flattering message from thecommander-in-chief to Colonel Dujardin; and several officers visited hisquarters to look at him; they went back disappointed. The cry was, "Whata miserable, melancholy dog! I expected to see a fine, dashing fellow. "

The trenches neared the town. Colonel Dujardin's mine was far advanced;the end of the chamber was within a few yards of the bastion. Of late, the colonel had often visited this mine in person. He seemed a littleuneasy about something in that quarter; but no one knew what: he was asilent man. The third evening, after he dismounted Long Tom, he receivedprivate notice that an order was coming down from the commander-in-chiefto assault the bastion. He shrugged his shoulders, but said nothing. That same night the colonel and one of his lieutenants stole out of thetrenches, and by the help of a pitch-dark, windy night, got under thebastion unperceived, and crept round it, and made their observations, and got safe back. About noon down came General Raimbaut. 

"Well, colonel, you are to have your way at last. Your bastion is tobe stormed this afternoon previous to the general assault. Why, how isthis? you don't seem enchanted?"

"I am not. "

"Why, it was you who pressed for the assault. "

"At the right time, general, not the wrong. In five days I undertake toblow that bastion into the air. To assault it now would be to waste ourmen. "

General Raimbaut thought this excess of caution a great pieceof perversity in Achilles. They were alone, and he said a littlepeevishly, --

"Is not this to blow hot and cold on the same thing?"

"No, general, " was the calm reply. "Not on the same thing. I blew hotupon timorous counsels; I blow cold on rash ones. General, last nightLieutenant Fleming and I were under that bastion; and all round it. "

"Ah! my prudent colonel, I thought we should not talk long without yourcoming out in your true light. If ever a man secretly enjoyed riskinghis life, it is you. "

"No, general, " said Dujardin looking gloomily down; "I enjoy neitherthat nor anything else. Live or die, it is all one to me; but to thelives of my soldiers I am not indifferent, and never will be while Ilive. My apparent rashness of last night was pure prudence. "

Raimbaut's eye twinkled with suppressed irony. "No doubt!" said he; "nodoubt!"

The impassive colonel would not notice the other's irony; he went calmlyon:--

"I suspected something; I went to confute, or confirm that suspicion. Iconfirmed it. "

Rat! tat! tat! tat! tat! tat! tat! was heard a drum. Relieving guard inthe mine. 

Colonel Dujardin interrupted himself. 

"That comes apropos, " said he. "I expect one proof more from thatquarter. Sergeant, send me the sentinel they are relieving. "

Sergeant La Croix soon came back, as pompous as a hen with one chick, predominating with a grand military air over a droll figure thatchattered with cold, and held its musket in hands clothed in greatmittens. Dard. 

La Croix marched him up as if he had been a file; halted him like afile, sang out to him as to a file, stentorian and unintelligible, afterthe manner of sergeants. 

"Private No. 4. "

DARD. P-p-p-present!

LA CROIX. Advance to the word of command, and speak to the colonel. 

The shivering figure became an upright statue directly, and carried oneof his mittens to his forehead. Then, suddenly recognizing the rank ofthe gray-haired officer, he was morally shaken, but remained physicallyerect, and stammered, --

"Colonel!--general!--colonel!"

"Don't be frightened, my lad. But look at the general and answer me. "

"Yes! general! colonel!" and he levelled his eye dead at the general, ashe would a bayonet at a foe, being so commanded. 

"Now answer in as few syllables as you can. "

"Yes! general--colonel. "

"You have been on guard in the mine. "

"Yes, general. "

"What did you see there?"

"Nothing; it was night down there. "

"What did you feel?"

"Cold! I--was--in--water--hugh!"

"Did you hear nothing, then?"

"Yes. "

"What?"

"Bum! bum! bum!"

"Are you sure you did not hear particles of earth fall at the end of thetrench?"

"I think it did, and this (touching his musket) sounded of its ownaccord. "

"Good! you have answered well; go. "

"Sergeant, I did not miss a word, " cried Dard, exulting. He thoughthe had passed a sort of military college examination. The sergeant wasawe-struck and disgusted at his familiarity, speaking to him before thegreat: he pushed Private Dard hastily out of the presence, and bundledhim into the trenches. 

"Are you countermined, then?" asked General Raimbaut. 

"I think not, general; but the whole bastion is. And we found it hadbeen opened in the rear, and lately half a dozen broad roads cut throughthe masonry. "

"To let in re-enforcements?"

"Or to let the men run out in ease of an assault. I have seen from thefirst an able hand behind that part of the defences. If we assault thebastion, they will pick off as many of us as they can with their musketsthen they will run for it, and fire a train, and blow it and us into theair. "

"Colonel, this is serious. Are you prepared to lay this statement beforethe commander-in-chief?"

"I am, and I do so through you, the general of my division. I even begyou to say, as from me, that the assault will be mere suicide--bloodyand useless. "

General Raimbaut went off to headquarters in some haste, a thoroughconvert to Colonel Dujardin's opinion. Meantime the colonel wentslowly to his tent. At the mouth of it a corporal, who was also hisbody-servant, met him, saluted, and asked respectfully if there were anyorders. 

"A few minutes' repose, Francois, that is all. Do not let me bedisturbed for an hour. "

"Attention!" cried Francois. "Colonel wants to sleep. "

The tent was sentinelled, and Dujardin was alone with the past. 

Then had the fools, that took (as fools will do) deep sorrow forsullenness, seen the fiery soldier droop, and his wan face fall intohaggard lines, and his martial figure shrink, and heard his stout heartsigh! He took a letter from his bosom: it was almost worn to pieces. Hehad read it a thousand times, yet he read it again. A part of the sweetsad words ran thus:--

"We must bow. We can never be happy together on earth; let us makeHeaven our friend. This is still left us, --not to blush for our love; todo our duty, and to die. "

"How tender, but how firm, " thought Camille. "I might agitate, taunt, grieve her I love, but I could not shake her. No! God and the saints tomy aid! they saved me from a crime I now shudder at. And they have givenme the good chaplain: he prays with me, he weeps for me. His prayersstill my beating heart. Yes, poor suffering angel! I read your will inthese tender, but bitter, words: you prefer duty to love. And one dayyou will forget me; not yet awhile, but it will be so. It wounds me whenI think of it, but I must bow. Your will is sacred. I must rise to yourlevel, not drag you to mine. "

Then the soldier that had stood between two armies in a hail of bullets, and fired a master-shot, took a little book of offices in one hand, --thechaplain had given it him, --and fixed his eyes upon the pious words, and clung like a child to the pious words, and kissed his lost wife'sletter, and tried hard to be like her he loved: patient, very patient, till the end should come. 

"Qui vive?" cried the sentinel outside to a strange officer. 

"France, " was his reply. He then asked the sentinel, "Where is thecolonel commanding the brigade?"

The sentinel lowered his voice, "Asleep, my officer, " said he; for thenew-comer carried two epaulets. 

"Wake him, " said the officer in a tone of a man used to command on alarge scale. 

Dujardin heard, and did not choose a stranger should think he wasasleep in broad day. He came hastily out of the tent, therefore, withJosephine's letter in his hand, and, in the very act of conveying it tohis bosom, found himself face to face with--her husband. 

Did you ever see two duellists cross rapiers?

How unlike a theatrical duel! How smooth and quiet the bright bladesare! they glide into contact. They are polished and slippery, yet theyhold each other. So these two men's eyes met, and fastened: neitherspoke: each searched the other's face keenly. Raynal's countenance, prepared as he was for this meeting, was like a stern statue's. Theother's face flushed, and his heart raged and sickened at sight of theman, that, once his comrade and benefactor, was now possessor of thewoman he loved. But the figures of both stood alike haughty, erect, andimmovable, face to face. 

Colonel Raynal saluted Colonel Dujardin ceremoniously. Colonel Dujardinreturned the salute in the same style. 

"You thought I was in Egypt, " said Raynal with grim significancethat caught Dujardin's attention, though he did not know quite how tointerpret it. 

He answered mechanically, "Yes, I did. "

"I am sent here by General Bonaparte to take a command, " explainedRaynal. 

"You are welcome. What command?"

"Yours. "

"Mine?" cried Dujardin, his forehead flushing with mortification andanger. "What, is it not enough that you take my"--He stopped then. 

"Come, colonel, " said the other calmly, "do not be unjust to an oldcomrade. I take your demi-brigade; but you are promoted to Raimbaut'sbrigade. The exchange is to be made to-morrow. "

"Was it then to announce to me my promotion you came to my quarters?"and Camille looked with a strange mixture of feelings at his oldcomrade. 

"That was the first thing, being duty, you know. "

"What? have you anything else to say to me, then?"

"I have. "

"Is it important? for my own duties will soon demand me. "

"It is so important that, command or no command, I should have comefurther than the Rhine to say it to you. "

Let a man be as bold as a lion, a certain awe still waits upon doubtand mystery; and some of this vague awe crept over Camille Dujardin atRaynal's mysterious speech, and his grave, quiet, significant manner. 

Had he discovered something, and what? For Josephine's sake, more thanhis own, Camille was on his guard directly. 

Raynal looked at him in silence a moment. 

"What?" said he with a slight sneer, "has it never occurred to youthat I MUST have a serious word to say to you? First, let me put youa question: did they treat you well at my house? at the chateau deBeaurepaire?"

"Yes, " faltered Camille. 

"You met, I trust, all the kindness and care due to a wounded soldierand an officer of merit. It would annoy me greatly if I thought you werenot treated like a brother in my house. "

Colonel Dujardin writhed inwardly at this view of matters. He could notreply in few words. This made him hesitate. 

His inquisitor waited, but, receiving no reply, went on, "Well, colonel, have you shown the sense of gratitude we had a right to look for inreturn? In a word, when you left Beaurepaire, had your consciencenothing to reproach you with?"

Dujardin still hesitated. He scarcely knew what to think or what to say. But he thought to himself, "Who has told him? does he know all?"

"Colonel Dujardin, I am the husband of Josephine, the son of Madame deBeaurepaire, and the brother of Rose. You know very well what brings mehere. Your answer?"

"Colonel Raynal, between men of honor, placed as you and I are, fewwords should pass, for words are idle. You will never prove to me thatI have wronged you: I shall never convince you that I have not. Let ustherefore close this painful interview in the way it is sure to close. Iam at your service, at any hour and place you please. "

"And pray is that all the answer you can think of?" asked Raynalsomewhat scornfully. 

"Why, what other answer can I give you?"

"A more sensible, a more honest, and a less boyish one. Who doubts thatyou can fight, you silly fellow? haven't I seen you? I want you to showme a much higher sort of courage: the courage to repair a wrong, not thepaltry valor to defend one. "

"I really do not understand you, sir. How can I undo what is done?"

"Why, of course you cannot. And therefore I stand here ready to forgiveall that is past; not without a struggle, which you don't seem toappreciate. "

Camille was now utterly mystified. Raynal continued, "But of course itis upon condition that you consent to heal the wound you have made. Ifyou refuse--hum! but you will not refuse. "

"But what is it you require of me?" inquired Camille impatiently. 

"Only a little common honesty. This is the case: you have seduced ayoung lady. "

"Sir!" cried Camille angrily. 

"What is the matter? The word is not so bad as the crime, I take it. Youhave seduced her, and under circumstances--But we won't speak of them, because I am resolved to keep cool. Well, sir, as you said just now, it's no use crying over spilled milk; you can't unseduce the littlefool; so you must marry her. "

"M--m--marry her?" and Dujardin flushed all over, and his heart beat, and he stared in Raynal's face. 

"Why, what is the matter again? If she has played the fool, it was withyou, and no other man: it is not as if she was depraved. Come, my lad, show a little generosity! Take the consequences of your own act--or yourshare of it--don't throw it all on the poor feeble woman. If she hasloved you too much, you are the man of all others that should forgiveher. Come, what do you say?"

This was too much for Camille; that Raynal should come and demand of himto marry his own wife, for so he understood the proposal. He stared atRaynal in silence ever so long, and even when he spoke it was only tomutter, "Are you out of your senses, or am I?"

At this it cost Raynal a considerable effort to restrain his wrath. However, he showed himself worthy of the office he had undertaken. Hecontained himself, and submitted to argue the matter. "Why, colonel, "said he, "is it such a misfortune to marry poor Rose? She is young, she is lovely, she has many good qualities, and she would have walkedstraight to the end of her days but for you. "

Now here was another surprise for Dujardin, another mystification. 

"Rose de Beaurepaire?" said he, putting his hand to his head, as if tosee whether his reason was still there. 

"Yes, Rose de Beaurepaire--Rose Dujardin that ought to be, and that isto be, if you please. "

"One word, monsieur: is it of Rose we have been talking all this time?"

Raynal nearly lost his temper at this question, and the cold, contemptuous tone with which it was put; but he gulped down his ire. 

"It is, " said he. 

"One question more. Did she tell you I had--I had"--

"Why, as to that, she was in no condition to deny she had fallen, poorgirl; the evidence was too strong. She did not reveal her seducer'sname; but I had not far to go for that. "

"One question more, " said Dujardin, with a face of anguish. "Is itJos--is it Madame Raynal's wish I should marry her sister?"

"Why, of course, " said Raynal, in all sincerity, assuming that naturallyenough as a matter of course; "if you have any respect for HER feelings, look on me as her envoy in this matter. "

At this Camille turned sick with disgust; then rage and bitternessswelled his heart. A furious impulse seized him to expose Josephine onthe spot. He overcame that, however, and merely said, "She wishes me tomarry her sister, does she? very well then, I decline. "

Raynal was shocked. "Oh, " said he, sorrowfully, "I cannot believe thisof you; such heartlessness as this is not written in your face; it iscontradicted by your past actions. "

"I refuse, " said Dujardin, hastily; and to tell the truth, not sorry toinflict some pain on the honest soldier who had unintentionally driventhe iron so deep into his own soul. 

"And I, " said Raynal, losing his temper, "insist, in the name of my dearJosephine"--

"Perdition!" snarled Dujardin, losing his self-command in turn. 

"And of the whole family. "

"And I tell you I will never marry her. Upon my honor, never. "

"Your honor! you have none. The only question is would you rather marryher--or die. "

"Die, to be sure. "

"Then die you shall. "

"Ah!" said Dujardin; "did I not tell you we were wasting time?

"Let us waste no more then. WHEN and WHERE?"

"At the rear of the commander-in-chief's tent; when you like. "

"This afternoon, then--at five. "

"At five. "

"Seconds?"

"What for?"

"You are right. They are only in the way of men who carry sabres; andbesides the less gossip the better. Good-by, till five, " and the twosaluted one another with grim ceremony; and Raynal turned on his heel. 

Camille stood transfixed; a fierce, guilty joy throbbed in his heart. His rival had quarrelled with him, had insulted him, had challenged him. It was not his fault. The sun shone bright now upon his cold despair. An hour ago life offered nothing. A few hours more, and then joy beyondexpression, or an end of all. Death or Josephine! Then he rememberedthat this very Josephine wished to marry him to Rose. Then he rememberedRaynal had saved his life. Cold chills crossed his breaking heart. Of all that could happen to him death alone seemed a blessing withoutalloy. 

He stood there so torn with conflicting passions, that he noted neitherthe passing hours nor the flying bullets. 

He was only awakened from his miserable trance by the even tread ofsoldiers marching towards him; he looked up and there were severalofficers coming along the edge of the trench, escorted by a corporal'sguard. 

He took a step or two to meet them. After the usual salutes, one of thethree colonels delivered a large paper, with a large seal, to Dujardin. He read it out to his captains and lieutenants, who had assembled atsight of the cocked hats and full uniforms. 

"Attack by the army to-morrow upon all the lines. Attack of the bastionSt. Andre this evening. The 22d, the 24th, and 12th brigades willfurnish the contingents; the operation will be conducted by one of thecolonels of the second division, to be appointed by General Raimbaut. "

"Aha!" sounded a voice like a trombone at the reader's elbow. "I am justin the nick of time. When, colonel, when?"

"At five this evening, Colonel Raynal. "

"There, " said Raynal, in a half-whisper, to Dujardin; "could they chooseno hour but that?"

"Do not be uneasy, " replied Dujardin, under his breath. He explainedaloud--"the assault will not take place, gentlemen; the bastion ismined. "

"What of that? half of them are mined. We will take our engineers inwith us, " said Raynal. 

"Such an assault will be a useless massacre, " resumed Dujardin. "Ireconnoitred the bastion last night, and saw their preparations forblowing us to the devil; and General Raimbaut, at my request, is evennow presenting my remarks to the commander-in-chief, and enforcing them. There will be no assault. In a day or two we shall blow the bastion, mines, and all into the air. "

At this moment Raynal caught sight of a gray-haired officer coming atsome distance. "There IS General Raimbaut, " said he. "I will go andpay my respects to him. " General Raimbaut shook his hand warmly, andwelcomed him to the army. They were old and warm friends. "And you arecome at the right time, " said he. "It will soon be as hot here as inEgypt. "

Raynal laughed and said all the better. 

General Raimbaut now joined the group of officers, and entered at oncein the business which had brought him. Addressing himself toColonel Dujardin, first he informs that officer he had presented hisobservations to the commander-in-chief, who had given them the attentionthey merited. 

Colonel Dujardin bowed. 

"But, " continued General Raimbaut, "they are overruled by imperiouscircumstances, some of which he did not reveal; they remain in hisown breast. However, on the eve of a general attack, which he cannotpostpone, that bastion must be disarmed, otherwise it would be too fatalto all the storming parties. It is a painful necessity. " He added, "TellColonel Dujardin I count greatly on the courage and discipline of hisbrigade, and on his own wise measures. "

Colonel Dujardin bowed. Then he whispered in the other's ear, "Both willalike be wasted. "

The other colonels waved their hats in triumph at thecommander-in-chief's decision, and Raynal's face showed he looked onDujardin as a sort of spoil-sport happily defeated. 

"Well, then, gentlemen, " said General Raimbaut, "we begin by settlingthe contingents to be furnished by your several brigades. Say, an equalnumber from each. The sum total shall be settled by Colonel Dujardin, who has so long and ably baffled the bastion at this post. "

Colonel Dujardin bowed stiffly and not very graciously. In his heart hedespised these old fogies, compounds of timidity and rashness. 

"So, how many men in all, colonel?" asked General Raimbaut. 

"The fewer the better, " replied the other solemnly, "since"--and thendiscipline tied his tongue. 

"I understand you, " said the old man. "Shall we say eight hundred men?"

"I should prefer three hundred. They have made a back door to thebastion, and the means of flight at hand will put flight into theirheads. They will pick off some of our men as we go at them. When therest jump in they will jump out, and"--He paused. 

"Why, he knows all about it before it comes, " said one of the colonelsnaively. 

"I do. I see the whole operation and its result before me, as I see thishand. Three hundred men will do. "

"But, general, " objected Raynal, "you are not beginning at thebeginning. The first thing in these cases is to choose the officer tocommand the storming party. "

"Yes, Raynal, unquestionably; but you must be aware that is a painfuland embarrassing part of my duty, especially after Colonel Dujardin'sremarks. "

"Ah, bah!" cried Raynal. "He is prejudiced. He has been digging athundering long mine here, and now you are going to make his childuseless. We none of us like that. But when he gets the colors in hishand, and the storming column at his back, his misgivings will all go tothe wind, and the enemy after them, unless he has been committing somecrime, and is very much changed from what I knew him four years ago. "

"Colonel Raynal, " said one of the other colonels, politely but firmly, "pray do not assume that Colonel Dujardin is to lead the column; thereare three other claimants. General Raimbaut is to select from us four. "

"Yes, gentlemen, and in a service of this kind I would feel grateful toyou all if you would relieve me of that painful duty. "

"Gentlemen, " said Dujardin, with an imperceptible sneer, "the generalmeans to say this: the operation is so glorious that he could hardlywithout partiality assign the command to either of us four claimants. Well, then, let us cast lots. "

The proposal was received by acclamation. 

"The general will mark a black cross on one lot, and he who draws itwins the command. "

The young colonels prepared their lots with almost boyish eagerness. These fiery spirits were sick to death of lying and skulking in thetrenches. They flung their lots into the hat. After them, whoshould approach the hat, lot in hand, but Raynal. Dujardin instantlyinterfered, and held his arm as he was in the act of dropping in hislot. 

"What is the matter?" said Raynal, sharply. 

"This is our affair, Colonel Raynal. You have no command in this army. "

"I beg your pardon, sir, I have yours. "

"Not till to-morrow. "

"Why, you would not take such a pettifogging advantage of an old comradeas that. "

"Tell him the day ends at twelve o'clock, " said one of the colonelsinterested by this strange strife. 

"Ah!" cried Raynal, triumphantly; "but no, " said he, altering his tone, "let us leave that sort of argument to lawyers. I have come a good manymiles to fight with you, general; and now you must decide to pay me thislittle compliment on my arrival, or put a bitter affront on me--choose!"

While the old general hesitated, Camille replied, "Since you take thattone there can be but one answer. You are too great a credit to theFrench army for even an apparent slight to be put on you here. Therule, I think, is, that one of the privates shall hold the hat. --Hallo!Private Dard, come here--there--hold this hat. "

"Yes, colonel. --Lord, here is my young mistress's husband!"

"Silence!"

And they began to draw, and, in the act of drawing, a change of mannerwas first visible in these gay and ardent spirits. 

"It is not I, " said one, throwing away his lot. 

"Nor I. "

"It is I, " said Raynal; then with sudden gravity, "I am the lucky one. "

And now that the honor and the danger no longer floated vaguely overfour heads, but had fixed on one, a sudden silence and solemnity tookthe place of eager voices. 

It was first broken by Private Dard saying, with foolish triumph, "And Iheld the hat for you, colonel. "

"Ah, Raynal!" said General Raimbaut, sorrowfully, "it was not worthwhile to come from Egypt for this. "

Raynal made no reply to this. He drew out his watch, and said calmly, hehad no time to lose; he must inspect the detachments he was to command. "Besides, " said he, "I have some domestic arrangements to make. Hithertoon these occasions I was a bachelor, now I am married. " General Raimbautcould not help sighing. Raynal read this aright, and turned to him, "Adroll marriage, my old friend; I'll tell you all about it if ever Ihave the time. It began with a purchase, general, and ends with--with abequest, which I might as well write now, and so have nothing to thinkof but duty afterwards. Where can I write?"

"Colonel Dujardin will lend you his tent, I am sure. "

"Certainly. "

"And, messieurs, " said Raynal, "if I waste time you need not. You canpick me my men from your brigades. Give me a strong spice of old hands. "

The colonels withdrew on this, and General Raimbaut walked sadly andthoughtfully towards the battery. Dujardin and Raynal were left alone. 

"This postpones our affair, sir. "

"Yes, Raynal. "

"Have you writing materials in your tent?"

"Yes; on the table. "

"You are quite sure the bastion is mined, comrade?"

This unexpected word and Raynal's gentle appeal touched Dujardin deeply. It was in a broken voice he replied that he was unfortunately too sureof it. 

Raynal received this reply as a sentence of death, and without anotherword walked slowly into Dujardin's tent. 

Dujardin's generosity was up in arms; he followed Raynal, and saideagerly, "Raynal, for Heaven's sake resign this command!"

"Allow me to write to my wife, colonel, " was the cold reply. 

Camille winced at this affront, and drew back a moment; but his noblerpart prevailed. He seized Raynal by the wrist. "You shall not affrontme, you cannot affront me. You go to certain death I tell you, if youattack that bastion. "

"Don't be a fool, colonel, " said Raynal: "somebody must lead the men. "

"Yes; but not you. Who has so good a right to lead them as I, theircolonel?"

"And be killed in my place, eh?"

"I know the ground better than you, " said Camille. "Besides, who caresfor me? I have no friends, no family. But you are married--and so manywill mourn if you"--

Raynal interrupted him sternly. "You forget, sir, that Rose deBeaurepaire is my sister, when you tell me you have no tie to life. "He added, with wonderful dignity and sobriety, "Allow me to write tomy wife, sir; and, while I write, reflect that you can embitter an oldcomrade's last moments by persisting in your refusal to restore hissister the honor you have robbed her of. "

And leaving the other staggered and confused by this sudden blow, heretired into Dujardin's tent, and finding writing materials on a littletable that was there, sat down to pen a line to Josephine. 

Camille knew to whom he was writing, and a jealous pang passed throughhim. 

What he wrote ran thus, --

"A bastion is to be attacked at five. I command. Colonel Dujardinproposed we should draw lots, and I lost. The service is honorable, but the result may, I fear, give you some pain. My dear wife, it is ourfate. I was not to have time to make you know, and perhaps love me. Godbless you. "

In writing these simple words, Raynal's hard face worked, and hismustache quivered, and once he had to clear his eye with his hand toform the letters. He, the man of iron. 

He who stood there, leaning on his scabbard and watching the writer, sawthis, and it stirred all that was great and good in that grand thoughpassionate heart of his. 

"Poor Raynal!" thought he, "you were never like that before on goinginto action. He is loath to die. Ay, and it is a coward's trick to lethim die. I shall have her, but shall I have her esteem? What will thearmy say? What will my conscience say? Oh! I feel already it will gnawmy heart to death; the ghost of that brave fellow--once my dear friend, my rival now, by no fault of his--will rise between her and me, andreproach me with my bloody inheritance. The heart never deceives; I feelit now whispering in my ear: 'Skulking captain, white-livered soldier, that stand behind a parapet while a better man does your work! youassassinate the husband, but the rival conquers you. ' There, he puts hishand to his eyes. What shall I do?"

"Colonel, " said a low voice, and at the same time a hand was laid on hisshoulder. 

It was General Raimbaut. The general looked pale and distressed. 

"Come apart, colonel, for Heaven's sake! One word, while he is writing. Ah! that was an unlucky idea of yours. "

"Of mine, general?"

"'Twas you proposed to cast lots. "

"Good God! so it was. "

"I thought of course it was to be managed so that Raynal should not bethe one. Between ourselves, what honorable excuse can we make?"

"None, general. "

"The whole division will be disgraced, and forgive me if I say a portionof the discredit will fall on you. "

"Help me to avert that shame then, " cried Camille, eagerly. 

"Ah! that I will: but how?"

"Take your pencil and write--'I authorize Colonel Dujardin to save thehonor of the colonels of the second division. '"

The general hesitated. He had never seen an order so worded. But atlast he took out his pencil and wrote the required order, after his ownfashion; i. E. , in milk and water:--

On account of the singular ability and courage with which ColonelDujardin has conducted the operations against the Bastion St. Andre, adiscretionary power is given him at the moment of assault to carryinto effect such measures, as, without interfering with thecommander-in-chief's order, may sustain his own credit, and that of theother colonels of the second division. 

RAIMBAUT, General of Division. 

Camille put the paper into his bosom. 

"Now, general, you may leave all to me. I swear to you, Raynal shall notdie--shall not lead this assault. "

"Your hand, colonel. You are an honor to the French armies. How will youdo it?"

"Leave it to me, general, it shall be done. "

"I feel it will, my noble fellow: but, alas! I fear not without riskingsome valuable life or other, most likely your own. Tell me!"

"General, I decline. "

"You refuse me, sir?"

"Yes; this order gives me a discretionary power. I will hand back theorder at your command; but modify it I will not. Come, sir, you veterangenerals have been unjust to me, and listened to me too little allthrough this siege, but at last you have honored me. This order is thegreatest honor that was ever done me since I wore a sword. ". 

"My poor colonel!"

"Let me wear it intact, and carry it to my grave. "

"Say no more! One word--Is there anything on earth I can do for you, mybrave soldier?"

"Yes, general. Be so kind as to retire to your quarters; there arereasons why you ought not to be near this post in half an hour. "

"I go. Is there NOTHING else?"

"Well, general, ask the good priest Ambrose, to pray for all those whoshall die doing their duty to their country this afternoon. "

They parted. General Raimbaut looked back more than once at the firm, intrepid figure that stood there unflinching, on the edge of the grave. But HE never took his eye off Raynal. The next minute the sad letter wasfinished, and Raynal walked out of the tent, and confronted the man hehad challenged to single combat. 

I have mentioned elsewhere that Colonel Dujardin had eyes strangelycompounded of battle and love, of the dove and the hawk. And these, softened by a noble act he meditated, now rested on Raynal with astrange expression of warmth and goodness. This strange gaze struckRaynal, so far at least as this; he saw it was no hostile eye. He wasglad of that, for his own heart was calmed and softened by the solemnprospect before him. 

"We, too, have a little account to settle before I order out the men, "said he, calmly, "and I can't give you a long credit. I am pressed fortime. "

"Our quarrel is at an end. When duty sounds the recall, a soldier'sheart leaves private feuds. See! I come to you without anger andill-will. Just now my voice was loud, my manner, I dare say, offensive, and menacing even, and that always tempts a brave fellow like you toresist. But now, you see, I am harmless as a woman. We are alone. Humbugto the winds! I know that you are the only man in this army fit tocommand a division. I know that when you say the assault of that bastionis death, death it is. To the point then; now that my manner is nolonger irritating, now that I am going to die, Camille Dujardin, my oldcomrade, have you the heart to refuse me? am I to die unhappy?"

"No; no: I will do whatever you like. "

"You will marry that poor girl, then?"

"Yes. "

"Aha! did not I always say he was a good fellow? Clench the nail; giveme your honor. "

"I give you my honor to marry her, if I live. "

"You take a load off me; may Heaven reward you. In one hour those poorwomen, whose support I had promised to be, will lose their protector;but I give them another in you. We shall not leave that family in tears, Rose in shame, and your child without a name. "

Dujardin stared at the speaker. What new and devilish deception wasthis?

"My child!" he faltered. "What child?"

"Ah, " said Raynal, "what a fool I was! That is the first thing I oughtto have told you. Poor little fellow! I surprised him in his cradle; hismother and Josephine were rocking him, and singing over him. Oh! it wasa scene, I can tell you. My poor wife had been ill for some time, andwas so weakened by it, that I frightened her into a fit, stealing amarch on her that way. She fainted away. Perhaps it is as well she did;for I--I did not know what to think; it looked ugly; but while she layat our feet insensible, I forced the truth from Rose; she owned the boywas hers. "

While Raynal told him this strange story, Camille turned hot and cold. First came a thrill of glowing joy; he had some clew to all this: he wasa father; that child was Josephine's and his; the next moment he frozewithin. So Josephine had not only gulled her husband, but him, too; shehad refused him the sad consolation of knowing he had a child. Cruelty, calculation, and baseness unexampled! Here was a creature who couldsacrifice anything and anybody to her comfort, to the peace and sordidsmoothness of her domestic life. She stood between two men--a thing. Between two truths--a double lie. 

His heart, in one moment, turned against her like a stone. Amusket-bullet through the body does not turn life to death quicker thanRaynal turned his rival's love to despair and scorn: that love whichneither wounds, absence, prison, nor even her want of constancy hadprevailed to shake. 

"Out of my bosom!" he cried--"out of it, in this world and the next!"

He forgot, in his lofty rage, who stood beside him. 

"What?--what?" cried Raynal. 

"No matter, " said Camille; "only I esteem YOU, Raynal. You are truth;you are a man, and deserve a better lot. "

"Don't say that, " replied Raynal, quite misunderstanding him. "It is asoldier's end: I never desired nor hoped a better: only, of course, Ifeel sad. You are a happy fellow, to have a child and to live to see it, and her you love. "

"Oh, yes, I am very happy, " replied the poor fellow, his lip quivering. 

"Watch over all those poor women, comrade, and sometimes speak to themof me. It is foolish, but we like to be remembered. "

"Yes! but do not let us speak of that. Raynal, you and I werelieutenants together; do you remember saving my life in the Arno?"

"Yes. "

"Then promise me, if you should live, to remember not our quarrel ofto-day, nor anything; but only those early days, AND THIS AFTERNOON. "

"I do. "

"Your hand, comrade. "

"There, comrade, there. "

They wrung one another's hands, and turned away and hid their faces fromeach other, for their eyes were moist. 

"This won't do, comrade, I must go. I shall attack from your position. So I shall go down the line, and bring the men up. Meantime, pick meyour detachment. Give me a good spice of veterans. I shall get one wordwith you before we go out. God bless you!"

"God bless you, Raynal!"

The moment Raynal was gone, Camille beckoned a lieutenant to him, and ordered half the brigade to form in a strong column on both sidesDeath's Alley. 

His eye fell upon private Dard, as luck would have it. "Come here, " saidhe. Dard came and saluted. 

"Have you anybody at Beaurepaire that would be sorry if you werekilled?"

"Yes, colonel! Jacintha, that used to make your broth, colonel. "

"Take this line to Colonel Raynal. You will find him with the 12thbrigade. "

He wrote a few lines in pencil, folded them, and Dard went off withthem, little dreaming that the colonel of his brigade was taking thetrouble to save his life, because he came from Beaurepaire. ColonelDujardin then went into his tent, and closed the aperture, and took thegood book the priest had given him, and prayed humbly, and forgave allthe world. 

Then he sat down, his head in his hands, and thought of his child, andhow hard it was he must die and never see him. Then he lighted a candle, and sealed up his orders of valor, and wrote a line, begging that theymight be sent to his sister. He also sealed up his purse, and left amemorandum that the contents should be given to disabled soldiers of hisbrigade upon their being invalided. 

Then he took out Josephine's letter. "Poor coward, " he said, "let me notbe unkind. See, I burn your letter, lest it should be found, and disturbthe peace you prize so highly. I, too, shall soon be at peace. " Helighted the letter, and dropped it on the ground: it burned slowly away. He eyed it, despairingly. "Ay, " said he, "you perish, last record of anunhappy love: and even so pass away my life; my hopes of glory, and mydreams of love; it all ends to-day: at nine and twenty. "

He put his white handkerchief to his eyes. Josephine had given it him. He cried a little. 

When he had done crying, he put his white handkerchief in his bosom, andthe whole man was transformed beyond language to express. Powder doesnot change more when it catches fire. He rose that moment and went likea flash of lightning out of the tent. The next, he came down between thelines of the strong column that stood awaiting orders in Death's Alley. 

"Attention!" cried the sergeants; "the colonel!"

There was a dead silence, for the bare sight of that erect and inspiredfigure made the men's bosoms thrill with the certainty of great deeds tocome: the light of battle was in his eye. No longer the moody colonel, but a thunderbolt of war, red-hot, and waiting to be launched. 

"Officers, sergeants, soldiers, a word with you!"

La Croix. Attention!

"Do you know what passed here five minutes ago?"

"The attack of the bastion was settled!" cried a captain. 

"It was; and who was to lead the assault? do you know that?"

"No. "

"A colonel FROM EGYPT. "

At that there was a groan from the men. 

"With detachments from the other brigades. "

"AH!" an angry roar. 

Colonel Dujardin walked quickly down between the two lines, looking withhis fiery eye into the men's eyes on his right. Then he came back on theother side, and, as he went, he lighted those men's eyes with his own. It was a torch passing along a line of ready gas-lights. 

"The work to us!" he cried in a voice like a clarion (it fired thehearts as his eye had fired the eyes)--"The triumph to strangers! Ourfatigues and our losses have not gained the brigade the honor of goingout at those fellows that have killed so many of our comrades. "

A fierce groan broke from the men. 

"What! shall the colors of another brigade and not ours fly from thatbastion this afternoon?"

"No! no!" in a roar like thunder. 

"Ah! you are of my mind. Attention! the attack is fixed for fiveo'clock. Suppose you and I were to carry the bastion ten minutes beforethe colonel from Egypt can bring his men upon the ground. "

At this there was a fierce burst of joy and laughter; the strangelaughter of veterans and born invincibles. Then a yell of exultingassent, accompanied by the thunder of impatient drums, and the rattle offixing bayonets. 

The colonel told off a party to the battery. 

"Level the guns at the top tier. Fire at my signal, and keep firing overour heads, till you see our colors on the place. "

He then darted to the head of the column, which instantly formed behindhim in the centre of Death's Alley. 

"The colors! No hand but mine shall hold them to-day. "

They were instantly brought him: his left hand shook them free in theafternoon sun. 

A deep murmur of joy rolled out from the old hands at the now unwontedsight. Out flashed the colonel's sword like steel lightning. He pointedto the battery. 

Bang! bang! bang! bang! went his cannon, and the smoke rolled overthe trenches. At the same moment up went the colors waving, and thecolonel's clarion voice pealed high above all:--

"Twenty-fourth brigade--FORWARD!"

They went so swiftly out of the trenches that they were not seen throughtheir own smoke until they had run some sixty yards. As soon as theywere seen, coming on like devils through their own smoke, two thousandmuskets were levelled at them from the Prussian line. It was not arattle of small arms--it was a crash, and the men fell fast: but in amoment they were seen to spread out like a fan, and to offer less mark, and when the fan closed again, it half encircled the bastion. It was aFrench attack: part swarmed at it in front like bees, part swept roundthe glacis and flanked it. They were seen to fall in numbers, shot downfrom the embrasures. But the living took the place of the dead: and thefight ranged evenly there. Where are the colors? Towards the rearthere. The colonel and a hundred men are fighting hand to hand withthe Prussians, who have charged out at the back doors of the bastion. Success there, and the bastion must fall--both sides know this. 

The colors disappeared. There was a groan from the French lines. Thecolors reappeared, and close under the bastion. 

And now in front the attack was so hot, that often the Prussian gunnerswere seen to jump down, driven from their posts; and the next momenta fierce hurrah from the rear told that the French had won some greatadvantage there. The fire slackening told a similar tale and presentlydown came the Prussian flag-staff. That might be an accident. A fewmoments of thirsting expectation, and up went the colors of the 24thbrigade upon the Bastion St. Andre. 

The French army raised a shout that rent the sky, and their cannon beganto play on the Prussian lines and between the bastion and the nearestfort, to prevent a recapture. 

Sudden there shot from the bastion a cubic acre of fire: it carried up aheavy mountain of red and black smoke that looked solid as marble. Therewas a heavy, sullen, tremendous explosion that snuffed out the sound ofthe cannon, and paralyzed the French and Prussian gunners' hands, andchecked the very beating of their hearts. Thirty thousand pounds ofgunpowder were in that awful explosion. War itself held its breath, and both armies, like peaceable spectators, gazed wonder-struck, terror-struck. Great hell seemed to burst through the earth's crust, and to be rushing at heaven. Huge stones, cannons, corpses, and limbs ofsoldiers, were seen driven or falling through the smoke. Some of theselast came quite clear of the ruins, ay, into the French and Prussianlines, that even the veterans put their hands to their eyes. Raynal feltsomething patter on him from the sky--it was blood--a comrade's perhaps. 

The smoke cleared. Where, a moment before, the great bastion stood andfought, was a monstrous pile of blackened, bloody stones and timbers, with dismounted cannon sticking up here and there. 

And, rent and crushed to atoms beneath the smoking mass, lay the relicsof the gallant brigade, and their victorious colors. 

CHAPTER XXII. 

A few wounded soldiers of the brigade lay still till dusk. Then theycrept back to the trenches. These had all been struck down or disabledshort of the bastion. Of those that had taken the place no one camehome. 

Raynal, after the first stupefaction, pressed hard and even angrily foran immediate assault on the whole Prussian line. Not they. It was onpaper that the assault should be at daybreak to-morrow. Such leaders asthey were cannot IMPROVISE. 

Rage and grief in his heart, Raynal waited chafing in the trenches tillfive minutes past midnight. He then became commander of the brigade, gave his orders, and took thirty men out to creep up to the wreck of thebastion, and find the late colonel's body. 

Going for so pious a purpose, he was rewarded by an important discovery. The whole Prussian lines had been abandoned since sunset, and, mountingcautiously on the ramparts, Raynal saw the town too was evacuated, andlights and other indications on a rising ground behind it convincedhim that the Prussians were in full retreat, probably to effect thatjunction with other forces which the assault he had recommended wouldhave rendered impossible. 

They now lighted lanterns, and searched all over and round the bastionfor the poor colonel, in the rear of the bastion they found many Frenchsoldiers, most of whom had died by the bayonet. The Prussian dead hadall been carried off. 

Here they found the talkative Sergeant La Croix. The poor fellow wassilent enough now. A terrible sabre-cut on the skull. The colonel wasnot there. Raynal groaned, and led the way on to the bastion. The ruinsstill smoked. Seven or eight bodies were discovered by an arm or a footprotruding through the masses of masonry. Of these some were Prussians;a proof that some devoted hand had fired the train, and destroyed bothfriend and foe. 

They found the tube of Long Tom sticking up, just as he had shown overthe battlements that glorious day, with this exception, that a greatpiece was knocked off his lip, and the slice ended in a long, broadcrack. 

The soldiers looked at this. "That is our bullet's work, " said they. Then one old veteran touched his cap, and told Raynal gravely, he knewwhere their beloved colonel was. "Dig here, to the bottom, " said he. "HELIES BENEATH HIS WORK. "

Improbable and superstitious as this was, the hearts of the soldiersassented to it. 

Presently there was a joyful cry outside the bastion. A rush was madethither. But it proved to be only Dard, who had discovered that SergeantLa Croix's heart still beat. They took him up carefully, and carried himgently into camp. To Dard's delight the surgeon pronounced him curable. For all that, he was three days insensible, and after that unfit forduty. So they sent him home invalided, with a hundred francs out of thepoor colonel's purse. 

Raynal reported the evacuation of the place, and that Colonel Dujardinwas buried under the bastion, and soon after rode out of the camp. 

The words Camille had scratched with a pencil, and sent him from theedge of the grave, were few but striking. 

"A dead man takes you once more by the hand. My last thought, thank God, is France. For her sake and mine, Raynal. GO FOR GENERAL BONAPARTE. Tellhim, from a dying soldier, the Rhine is a river to these generals, butto him a field of glory. He will lay out our lives, not waste them. "

There was nothing to hinder Raynal from carrying out this sacredrequest: for the 24th brigade had ceased to exist: already thinned byhard service, it was reduced to a file or two by the fatal bastion. Itwas incorporated with the 12th; and Raynal rode heavy at heart to Paris, with a black scarf across his breast. 

CHAPTER XXIII. 

You see now into what a fatal entanglement two high-minded young ladieswere led, step by step, through yielding to the natural foible of theirsex--the desire to hide everything painful from those they love, even atthe expense of truth. 

A nice mess they made of it with their amiable dishonesty. And pray takenotice that after the first White Lie or two, circumstances overpoweredthem, and drove them on against their will. It was no small part of alltheir misery that they longed to get back to truth and could not. 

We shall see presently how far they succeeded in that pious object, forthe sake of which they first entered on concealments. But first a wordis due about one of the victims of their amiable, self-sacrificinglubricity. Edouard Riviere fell in one night, from happiness andconfidence, such as till that night he had never enjoyed, to deep andhopeless misery. 

He lost that which, to every heart capable of really loving, is thegreatest earthly blessing, the woman he adored. But worse than that, he lost those prime treasures of the masculine soul, belief in humangoodness, and in female purity. To him no more could there be in naturea candid eye, a virtuous ready-mantling cheek: for frailty and treacheryhad put on these signs of virtue and nobility. Henceforth, let him livea hundred years, whom could he trust or believe in?

Here was a creature whose virtues seemed to make frailty impossible:treachery, doubly impossible: a creature whose very faults--for faultsshe had--had seemed as opposite to treachery as her very virtues were. Yet she was all frailty and falsehood. 

He passed in that one night of anguish from youth to age. He went abouthis business like a leaden thing. His food turned tasteless. His lifeseemed ended. Nothing appeared what it had been. The very landscapeseemed cut in stone, and he a stone in the middle of it, and his hearta stone in him. At times, across that heavy heart came gushes of furiousrage and bitter mortification; his heart was broken, and his faith wasgone, for his vanity had been stabbed as fiercely as his love. "GeorgesDandin!" he would cry, "curse her! curse her!" But love and miseryoverpowered these heats, and froze him to stone again. 

The poor boy pined and pined. His clothes hung loose about him; hisface was so drawn with suffering, you would not have known him. He hatedcompany. The things he was expected to talk about!--he with his crushedheart. He could not. He would not. He shunned all the world; he wentalone like a wounded deer. The good doctor, on his return from Paris, called on him to see if he was ill: since he had not come for days tothe chateau. He saw the doctor coming and bade the servant say he wasnot in the village. 

He drew down the blind, that he might never see the chateau again. Hedrew it up again: he could not exist without seeing it. "She will bemiserable, too, " he cried, gnashing his teeth. "She will see whether shehas chosen well. " At other times, all his courage, and his hatred, andhis wounded vanity, were drowned in his love and its despair, and thenhe bowed his head, and sobbed and cried as if his heart would burst. Onemorning he was so sobbing with his head on the table, when his landladytapped at his door. He started up and turned his head away from thedoor. 

"A young woman from Beaurepaire, monsieur. "

"From Beaurepaire?" his heart gave a furious leap. "Show her in. "

He wiped his eyes and seated himself at a table, and, all in a flutter, pretended to be the state's. 

It was not Jacintha, as he expected, but the other servant. She made alow reverence, cast a look of admiration on him, and gave him a letter. His eye darted on it: his hand trembled as he took it. He turned awayagain to open it. He forced himself to say, in a tolerably calm voice, "I will send an answer. "

The letter was apparently from the baroness de Beaurepaire; a mere lineinviting him to pay her a visit. It was written in a tremulous hand. Edouard examined the writing, and saw directly it was written by Rose. 

Being now, naturally enough, full of suspicion, he set this down as anattempt to disguise her hand. "So, " said he, to himself, "this is thegame. The old woman is to be drawn into it, too. She is to help to makeGeorges Dandin of me. I will go. I will baffle them all. I will exposethis nest of depravity, all ceremony on the surface, and voluptuousnessand treachery below. O God! who could believe that creature never lovedme! They shall none of them see my weakness. Their benefactor shallbe still their superior. They shall see me cold as ice, and bitter asgall. "

But to follow him farther just now, would be to run too far in advanceof the main story. I must, therefore, return to Beaurepaire, and show, amongst other things, how this very letter came to be written. 

When Josephine and Rose awoke from that startled slumber that followedthe exhaustion of that troubled night, Rose was the more wretched of thetwo. She had not only dishonored herself, but stabbed the man she loved. 

Josephine, on the other hand, was exhausted, but calm. The fearfulescape she had had softened down by contrast her more distant terrors. 

She began to shut her eyes again, and let herself drift. Above all, thedoctor's promise comforted her: that she should go to Paris with him, and have her boy. 

This deceitful calm of the heart lasted three days. 

Carefully encouraged by Rose, it was destroyed by Jacintha. 

Jacintha, conscious that she had betrayed her trust, was almostheart-broken. She was ashamed to appear before her young mistress, and, coward-like, wanted to avoid knowing even how much harm she had done. 

She pretended toothache, bound up her face, and never stirred from thekitchen. But she was not to escape: the other servant came down with amessage: "Madame Raynal wanted to see her directly. "

She came quaking, and found Josephine all alone. 

Josephine rose to meet her, and casting a furtive glance round the roomfirst, threw her arms round Jacintha's neck, and embraced her with manytears. 

"Was ever fidelity like yours? how COULD you do it, Jacintha? and howcan I ever repay it? But, no; it is too base of me to accept such asacrifice from any woman. "

Jacintha was so confounded she did not know what to say. But it was amystification that could not endure long between two women, who wereboth deceived by a third. Between them they soon discovered that it musthave been Rose who had sacrificed herself. 

"And Edouard has never been here since, " said Josephine. 

"And never will, madame. "

"Yes, he shall! there must be some limit even to my feebleness, and mysister's devotion. You shall take a line to him from me. I will write itthis moment. "

The letter was written. But it was never sent. Rose found Josephine andJacintha together; saw a letter was being written, asked to see it; onJosephine's hesitating, snatched it out of her hand, read it, tore it topieces, and told Jacintha to leave the room. She hated the sight ofpoor Jacintha, who had slept at the very moment when all depended on herwatchfulness. 

"So you were going to send to HIM, unknown to me. "

"Forgive me, Rose. " Rose burst out crying. 

"O Josephine! is it come to this? Would you deceive ME?"

"You have deceived ME! Yes! it has come to that. I know all. Twill notconsent to destroy ALL I love. "

She then begged hard for leave to send the letter. 

Rose gave an impetuous refusal. "What could you say to him? foolishthing, don't you know him, and his vanity? When you had exposed yourselfto him, and showed him I had insulted him for you, do you think he wouldforgive me? No! this is to make light of my love--to make me waste thesacrifice I have made. I feel that sacrifice as much as you do, moreperhaps, and I would rather die in a convent than waste that night ofshame and agony. Come, promise me, no more attempts of that kind, or weare sisters no more, friends no more, one heart and one blood no more. "

The weaker nature, weakened still more by ill-health and grief, wasterrified into submission, or rather temporized. "Kiss me then, " saidJosephine, "and love me to the end. Ah, if I was only in my grave!"

Rose kissed her with many sighs, but Josephine smiled. Rose eyed herwith suspicion. That deep smile; what did it mean? She had formed someresolution. "She is going to deceive me somehow, " thought Rose. 

From that day she watched Josephine like a spy. Confidence was gonebetween them. Suspicion took its place. 

Rose was right in her misgivings. The moment Josephine saw thatEdouard's happiness and Rose's were to be sacrificed for her whomnothing could make happy, the poor thing said to herself, "I CAN DIE. "

And that was the happy thought that made her smile. 

The doctor gave her laudanum: he found she could not sleep: and hethought it all-important that she should sleep. 

Josephine, instead of taking these small doses, saved them all up, secreted them in a phial, and so, from the sleep of a dozen nights, collected the sleep of death: and now she was tranquil. This youngcreature that could not bear to give pain to any one else, prepared herown death with a calm resolution the heroes of our sex have not oftenequalled. It was so little a thing to her to strike Josephine. Deathwould save her honor, would spare her the frightful alternative ofdeceiving her husband, or of telling him she was another's. "PoorRaynal, " said she to herself, "it is so cruel to tie him to a womanwho can never be to him what he deserves. Rose would then prove herinnocence to Edouard. A few tears for a weak, loving soul, and theywould all be happy and forget her. "

One day the baroness, finding herself alone with Rose and Dr. Aubertin, asked the latter what he thought of Josephine's state. 

"Oh, she was better: had slept last night without her usual narcotic. "

The baroness laid down her knitting and said, with much meaning, "AndI tell you, you will never cure her body till you can cure her mind. Mypoor child has some secret sorrow. "

"Sorrow!" said Aubertin, stoutly concealing the uneasiness these wordscreated, "what sorrow?"

"Oh, she has some deep sorrow. And so have you, Rose. "

"Me, mamma! what DO you mean?"

The baroness's pale cheek flushed a little. "I mean, " said she, "thatmy patience is worn out at last; I cannot live surrounded by secrets. Raynal's gloomy looks when he left us, after staying but one hour;Josephine ill from that day, and bursting into tears at every word;yourself pale and changed, hiding an unaccountable sadness under forcedsmiles--Now, don't interrupt me. Edouard, who was almost like a son, gone off, without a word, and never comes near us now. "

"Really you are ingenious in tormenting yourself. Josephine is ill!Well, is it so very strange? Have you never been ill? Rose is pale! youARE pale, my dear; but she has nursed her sister for a month; is it awonder she has lost color? Edouard is gone a journey, to inherit hisuncle's property: a million francs. But don't you go and fall ill, likeJosephine; turn pale, like Rose; and make journeys in the region offancy, after Edouard Riviere, who is tramping along on the vulgar highroad. "

This tirade came from Aubertin, and very clever he thought himself. But he had to do with a shrewd old lady, whose suspicions had longsmouldered; and now burst out. She said quietly, "Oh, then Edouard isnot in this part of the world. That alters the case: where IS he?"

"In Normandy, probably, " said Rose, blushing. 

The baroness looked inquiringly towards Aubertin. He put on an innocentface and said nothing. 

"Very good, " said the baroness. "It's plain I am to learn nothing fromyou two. But I know somebody who will be more communicative. Yes:this uncomfortable smiling, and unreasonable crying, and interminablewhispering; these appearances of the absent, and disappearances of thepresent; I shall know this very day what they all mean. "

"Really, I do not understand you. "

"Oh, never mind; I am an old woman, and I am in my dotage. For all that, perhaps you will allow me two words alone with my daughter. "

"I retire, madame, " and he disappeared with a bow to her, and an anxiouslook at Rose. She did not need this; she clenched her teeth, and bracedherself up to stand a severe interrogatory. 

Mother and daughter looked at one another, as if to measure forces, andthen, instead of questioning her as she had intended, the baroness sankback in her chair and wept aloud. Rose was all unprepared for this. Shealmost screamed in a voice of agony, "O mamma! mamma! O God! kill mewhere I stand for making my mother weep!"

"My girl, " said the baroness in a broken voice, and with the mosttouching dignity, "may you never know what a mother feels who findsherself shut out from her daughters' hearts. Sometimes I think it is myfault; I was born in a severer age. A mother nowadays seems to be a sortof elder sister. In my day she was something more. Yet I loved my motheras well, or better than I did my sisters. But it is not so with those Ihave borne in my bosom, and nursed upon my knee. "

At this Rose flung herself, sobbing and screaming, at her mother'sknees. The baroness was alarmed. "Come, dearest, don't cry like that. Itis not too late to take your poor old mother into your confidence. Whatis this mystery? and why this sorrow? How comes it I intercept at everyinstant glances that were not intended for me? Why is the very airloaded with signals and secrecy? (Rose replied only by sobs. ) Is somedeceit going on? (Rose sobbed. ) Am I to have no reply but these sullensobs? will you really tell me nothing?"

"I've nothing to tell, " sobbed Rose. 

"Well, then, will you do something for me?"

Such a proposal was not only a relief, but a delight to the deceivingbut loving daughter. She started up crying, "Oh, yes, mamma; anything, everything. Oh, thank you!" In the ardor of her gratitude, she wantedto kiss her mother; but the baroness declined the embrace politely, andsaid, coldly and bitterly, "I shall not ask much; I should not venturenow to draw largely on your affection; it's only to write a few linesfor me. "

Rose got paper and ink with great alacrity, and sat down all beaming, pen in hand. 

The baroness dictated the letter slowly, with an eye gimleting herdaughter all the time. 

"Dear--Monsieur--Riviere. "

The pen fell from Rose's hand, and she turned red and then pale. 

"What! write to him?"

"Not in your own name; in mine. But perhaps you prefer to give me thetrouble. "

"Cruel! cruel!" sighed Rose, and wrote the words as requested. 

The baroness dictated again, --

"Oblige me by coming here at your very earliest convenience. "

"But, mamma, if he is in Normandy, " remonstrated Rose, fighting everyinch of the ground. 

"Never you mind where he is, " said the baroness. "Write as I request. "

"Yes, mamma, " said Rose with sudden alacrity; for she had recovered herready wit, and was prepared to write anything, being now fully resolvedthe letter should never go. 

"Now sign my name. " Rose complied. "There; now fold it, and address itto his lodgings. " Rose did so; and, rising with a cheerful air, said shewould send Jacintha with it directly. 

She was half across the room when her mother called her quietly back. 

"No, mademoiselle, " said she sternly. "You will give me the letter. I can trust neither the friend of twenty years, nor the servant thatstayed by me in adversity, nor the daughter I suffered for and nursed. And why don't I trust you? Because YOU HAVE TOLD ME A LIE. "

At this word, which in its coarsest form she had never heard from thosehigh-born lips till then, Rose cowered like a hare. 

"Ay, A LIE, " said the baroness. "I saw Edouard Riviere in the parkbut yesterday. I saw him. My old eyes are feeble, but they are notdeceitful. I saw him. Send my breakfast to my own room. I come of anancient race: I could not sit with liars; I should forget courtesy;you would see in my face how thoroughly I scorn you all. " And she wenthaughtily out with the letter in her hand. 

Rose for the first time, was prostrated. Vain had been all this deceit;her mother was not happy; was not blinded. Edouard might come and tellher his story. Then no power could keep Josephine silent. The plot wasthickening; the fatal net was drawing closer and closer. 

She sank with a groan into a chair, and body and spirit alike succumbed. But that was only for a little while. To this prostration succeeded afeverish excitement. She could not, would not, look Edouard in the face. She would implore Josephine to be silent; and she herself would fly fromthe chateau. But, if Josephine would not be silent? Why, then she wouldgo herself to Edouard, and throw herself upon his honor, and tell himthe truth. With this, she ran wildly up the stairs, and burst intoJosephine's room so suddenly, that she caught her, pale as death, on herknees, with a letter in one hand and a phial of laudanum in the other. 

CHAPTER XXIV. 

Josephine conveyed the phial into her bosom with wonderful rapidityand dexterity, and rose to her feet. But Rose just saw her concealsomething, and resolved to find out quietly what it was. So she saidnothing about it, but asked Josephine what on earth she was doing. 

"I was praying. "

"And what is that letter?"

"A letter I have just received from Colonel Raynal. "

Rose took the letter and read it. Raynal had written from Paris. He wascoming to Beaurepaire to stay a month, and was to arrive that very day. 

Then Rose forgot all about herself, and even what she had come for. Sheclung about her sister's neck, and implored her, for her sake, to tryand love Raynal. 

Josephine shuddered, and clung weeping to her sister in turn. For inRose's arms she realized more powerfully what that sister would sufferif she were to die. Now, while they clung together, Rose felt somethinghard, and contrived just to feel it with her cheek. It was the phial. 

A chill suspicion crossed the poor girl. The attitude in which she hadfound Josephine; the letter, the look of despair, and now this littlebottle, which she had hidden. WHY HIDE IT? She resolved not to letJosephine out of her sight; at all events, until she had seen thislittle bottle, and got it away from her. 

She helped her to dress, and breakfasted with her in the tapestriedroom, and dissembled, and put on gayety, and made light of everythingbut Josephine's health. 

Her efforts were not quite in vain. Josephine became more composed; andRose even drew from her a half promise that she would give Raynal andtime a fair trial. 

And now Rose was relieved of her immediate apprehensions for Josephine, but the danger of another kind, from Edouard, remained. So she ran intoher bedroom for her bonnet and shawl, determined to take the strongmeasure of visiting Edouard at once, or intercepting him. While she wasmaking her little toilet, she heard her mother's voice in the room. Thiswas unlucky; she must pass through that room to go out. She sat downand fretted at this delay. And then, as the baroness appeared to bevery animated, Rose went to the keyhole, and listened. Their mother wastelling Josephine how she had questioned Rose, and how Rose had told heran untruth, and how she had made that young lady write to Edouard, etc. ;in short, the very thing Rose wanted to conceal from Josephine. 

Rose lost all patience, and determined to fly through the room and outbefore anybody could stop her. She heard Jacintha come in with somemessage, and thought that would be a good opportunity to slip outunmolested. So she opened the door softly. Jacintha, it seemed, had beenvolunteering some remark that was not well received, for the baronesswas saying, sharply, "Your opinion is not asked. Go down directly, andbring him up here, to this room. " Jacintha cast a look of dismay atRose, and vanished. 

Rose gathered from that look, as much as from the words, who the visitorwas. She made a dart after Jacintha. But the room was a long one, andthe baroness intercepted her: "No, " said she, gravely, "I cannot spareyou. "

Rose stood pale and panting, but almost defiant. "Mamma, " said she, "ifit is Monsieur Riviere, I MUST ask your leave to retire. And you haveneither love nor pity, nor respect for me, if you detain me. "

"Mademoiselle!" was the stern reply, "I FORBID you to move. Be goodenough to sit there;" with which the baroness pointed imperiously toa sofa at the other side of the room. "Josephine, go to your room. "Josephine retired, casting more than one anxious glance over hershoulder. 

Rose looked this way and that in despair and terror; but ended bysinking, more dead than alive, into the seat indicated; and even as shedrooped, pale and trembling, on that sofa, Edouard Riviere, worn andagitated, entered the room, and bowed low to them all, without a word. 

The baroness looked at him, and then at her daughter, as much as to say, now I have got you; deceive me now if you can. "Rose, my dear, " saidthis terrible old woman, affecting honeyed accents, "don't you seeMonsieur Riviere?"

The poor girl at this challenge rose with difficulty, and courtesiedhumbly to Edouard. 

He bowed to her, and stealing a rapid glance saw her pallor anddistress; and that showed him she was not so hardened as he had thought. 

"You have not come to see us lately, " said the baroness, quietly, "yetyou have been in the neighborhood. "

These words puzzled Edouard. Was the old lady all in the dark, then? Asa public man he had already learned to be on his guard; so he stammeredout, "That he had been much occupied with public duties. "

Madame de Beaurepaire despised this threadbare excuse too much to noticeit at all. She went on as if he had said nothing. "Intimate as you werewith us, you must have some reason for deserting us so suddenly. "

"I have, " said Edouard, gravely. 

"What is it?"

"Excuse me, " said Edouard, sullenly. 

"No, monsieur, I cannot. This neglect, succeeding to a somewhat ardentpursuit of my daughter, is almost an affront. You shall, of course, withdraw yourself altogether, if you choose. But not without anexplanation. This much is due to me; and, if you are a gentleman, youwill not withhold it from me. "

"If he is a gentleman!" cried Rose; "O mamma, do not you affront agentleman, who never, never gave you nor me any ground of offence. Whyaffront the friends and benefactors we have lost by our own fault?"

"Oh, then, it is all your fault, " said the baroness. "I feared as much. "

"All my fault, all, " said Rose; then putting her pretty palms together, and casting a look of abject supplication on Edouard, she murmured, "mytemper!"

"Do not you put words into his mouth, " said the shrewd old lady. "Come, Monsieur Riviere, be a man, and tell me the truth. What has she said toyou? What has she done?"

By this time the abject state of terror the high-spirited Rose was in, and her piteous glances, had so disarmed Edouard, that he had not theheart to expose her to her mother. 

"Madame, " said he, stiffly, taking Rose's hint, "my temper andmademoiselle's could not accord. "

"Why, her temper is charming: it is joyous, equal, and gentle. "

"You misunderstand me, madame; I do not reproach Mademoiselle Rose. Itis I who am to blame. "

"For what?" inquired the baroness dryly. 

"For not being able to make her love me. "

"Oh! that is it! She did not love you?"

"Ask herself, madame, " said Edouard, bitterly. 

"Rose, " said the baroness, her eye now beginning to twinkle, "wereyou really guilty of such a want of discrimination? Didn't you lovemonsieur?"

Rose flung her arms round her mother's neck, and said, "No, mamma, Idid not love Monsieur Edouard, " in an exquisite tone of love, that to afemale ear conveyed the exact opposite of the words. 

But Edouard had not that nice discriminating ear. He sighed deeply, andthe baroness smiled. "You tell me that?" said she, "and you are crying!"

"She is crying, madame?" said Edouard, inquiringly, and taking a steptowards them. 

"Why, you see she is, you foolish boy. Come, I must put an end to this;"and she rose coolly from her seat, and begging Edouard to forgive herfor leaving him a moment with his deadly enemy, went off with knowinglittle nods into Josephine's room; only, before she entered it, sheturned, and with a maternal smile discharged this word at the pair. 

"Babies!"

But between the alienated lovers was a long distressing silence. Neitherknew what to say; and their situation was intolerable. At last Roseventured in a timorous voice to say, "I thank you for your generosity. But I knew that you would not betray me. "

"Your secret is safe for me, " sighed Edouard. "Is there anything else Ican do for you?"

Rose shook her head sadly. 

Edouard moved to the door. 

Rose bowed her head with a despairing moan. It took him by the heart andheld him. He hesitated, then came towards her. 

"I see you are sorry for what you have done to me who loved you so; andyou loved me. Oh! yes, do not deny it, Rose; there was a time you lovedme. And that makes it worse: to have given me such sweet hopes, only tocrush both them and me. And is not this cruel of you to weep so and letme see your penitence--when it is too late?"

"Alas! how can I help my regrets? I have insulted so good a friend. "

There was a sad silence. Then as he looked at her, her looks belied thecharge her own lips had made against herself. 

A light seemed to burst on Edouard from that high-minded, sorrow-stricken face. 

"Tell me it is false!" he cried. 

She hid her face in her hands--woman's instinct to avoid being read. 

"Tell me you were misled then, fascinated, perverted, but that yourheart returned to me. Clear yourself of deliberate deceit, and I willbelieve and thank you on my knees. "

"Heaven have pity on us both!" cried poor Rose. 

"On us! Thank you for saying on us. See now, you have not gainedhappiness by destroying mine. One word--do you love that man?--thatDujardin?"

"You know I do not. "

"I am glad of that; since his life is forfeited; if he escapes my friendRaynal, he shall not escape me. "

Rose uttered a cry of terror. "Hush! not so loud. The life of Camille!Oh! if he were to die, what would become of--oh, pray do not speak soloud. "

"Own then that you DO love him, " yelled Edouard; "give me truth, if youhave no love to give. Own that you love him, and he shall be safe. It ismyself I will kill, for being such a slave as to love you still. "

Rose's fortitude gave way. 

"I cannot bear it, " she cried despairingly; "it is beyond my strength;Edouard, swear to me you will keep what I tell you secret as the grave!"

"Ah!" cried Edouard, all radiant with hope, "I swear. "

"Then you are under a delirium. I have deceived, but never wronged you;that unhappy child is not--Hush! HERE SHE COMES. "

The baroness came smiling out, and Josephine's wan, anxious face wasseen behind her. 

"Well, " said the baroness, "is the war at an end? What, are we stillsilent? Let me try then what I can do. Edouard, lend me your hand. "

While Edouard hesitated, Josephine clasped her hands and mutelysupplicated him to consent. Her sad face, and the thought of how oftenshe had stood his friend, shook his resolution. He held out his hand, but slowly and reluctantly. 

"There is my hand, " he groaned. 

"And here is mine, mamma, " said Rose, smiling to please her mother. 

Oh! the mixture of feeling, when her soft warm palm pressed his. How thedelicious sense baffled and mystified the cold judgment. 

Josephine raised her eyes thankfully to heaven. 

While the young lovers yet thrilled at each other's touch, yet could notlook one another in the face, a clatter of horses' feet was heard. 

"That is Colonel Raynal, " said Josephine, with unnatural calmness. "Iexpected him to-day. "

The baroness was at the side window in a moment. 

"It is he!--it is he!"

She hurried down to embrace her son. 

Josephine went without a word to her own room. Rose followed her thenext minute. But in that one minute she worked magic. 

She glided up to Edouard, and looked him full in the face: not the sad, depressed, guilty-looking humble Rose of a moment before, but the oldhigh-spirited, and some what imperious girl. 

"You have shown yourself noble this day. I am going to trust you as onlythe noble are trusted. Stay in the house till I can speak to you. "

She was gone, and something leaped within Edouard's bosom, and a floodof light seemed to burst in on him. Yet he saw no object clearly: but hesaw light. 

Rose ran into Josephine's room, and once more surprised her on herknees, and in the very act of hiding something in her bosom. 

"What are you doing, Josephine, on your knees?" said she, sternly. 

"I have a great trial to go through, " was the hesitating answer. 

Rose said nothing. She turned paler. She is deceiving me, thought she, and she sat down full of bitterness and terror, and, affecting not towatch Josephine, watched her. 

"Go and tell them I am coming, Rose. "

"No, Josephine, I will not leave you till this terrible meeting is over. We will encounter him hand in hand, as we used to go when our heartswere one, and we deceived others, but never each other. "

At this tender reproach Josephine fell upon her neck and wept. 

"I will not deceive you, " she said. "I am worse than the poor doctorthinks me. My life is but a little candle that a breath may put out anyday. "

Rose said nothing, but trembled and watched her keenly. 

"My little Henri, " said Josephine imploringly, "what would you do withhim--if anything should happen to me?"

"What would I do with him? He is mine. I should be his mother. Oh! whatwords are these: my heart! my heart!"

"No, dearest; some day you will be married, and owe all the mother toyour children; and Henri is not ours only: he belongs to some one I haveseemed unkind to. Perhaps he thinks me heartless. For I am a foolishwoman; I don't know how to be virtuous, yet show a man my heart. ButTHEN he will understand me and forgive me. Rose, love, you will writeto him. He will come to you. You will go together to the place where Ishall be sleeping. You will show him my heart. You will tell him all mylong love that lasted to the end. YOU need not blush to tell him all. Ihave no right. Then you will give him his poor Josephine's boy, and youwill say to him, 'She never loved but you: she gives you all thatis left of her, her child. She only prays you not to give him a badmother. '"

Poor soul! this was her one bit of little, gentle jealousy; but it madeher eyes stream. She would have put out her hand from the tomb to keepher boy's father single all his life. 

"Oh! my Josephine, my darling sister, " cried Rose, "why do you speak ofdeath? Do you meditate a crime?"

"No; but it was on my heart to say it: it has done me good. "

"At least, take me to your bosom, my well-beloved, that I may not SEEyour tears. "

"There--tears? No, you have lightened my heart. Bless you! bless you!"

The sisters twined their bosoms together in a long, gentle embrace. Youmight have taken them for two angels that flowed together in one love, but for their tears. 

A deep voice was now heard in the sitting-room. 

Josephine and Rose postponed the inevitable one moment more, byarranging their hair in the glass: then they opened the door, andentered the tapestried room. 

Raynal was sitting on the sofa, the baroness's hand in his. Edouard wasnot there. 

Colonel Raynal had given him a strange look, and said, "What, you here?"in a tone of voice that was intolerable. 

Raynal came to meet the sisters. He saluted Josephine on the brow. 

"You are pale, wife: and how cold her hand is. "

"She has been ill this month past, " said Rose interposing. 

"You look ill, too, Mademoiselle Rose. "

"Never mind, " cried the baroness joyously, "you will revive them both. "

Raynal made no reply to that. 

"How long do you stay this time, a day?"

"A month, mother. "

The doctor now joined the party, and friendly greetings passed betweenhim and Raynal. 

But ere long somehow all became conscious this was not a joyful meeting. The baroness could not alone sustain the spirits of the party, and sooneven she began to notice that Raynal's replies were short, and that hismanner was distrait and gloomy. The sisters saw this too, and trembledfor what might be coming. 

At last Raynal said bluntly, "Josephine, I want to speak to you alone. "

The baroness gave the doctor a look, and made an excuse for goingdown-stairs to her own room. As she was going Josephine went to her andsaid calmly, --

"Mother, you have not kissed me to-day. "

"There! Bless you, my darling!"

Raynal looked at Rose. She saw she must go, but she lingered, and soughther sister's eye: it avoided her. At that Rose ran to the doctor, whowas just going out of the door. 

"Oh! doctor, " she whispered trembling, "don't go beyond the door. Ifound her praying. My mind misgives me. She is going to tell him--orsomething worse. "

"What do you mean?"

"I am afraid to say all I dread. She could not be so calm if she meantto live. Be near! as I shall. She has a phial hid in her bosom. "

She left the old man trembling, and went back. 

"Excuse me, " said she to Raynal, "I only came to ask Josephine if shewants anything. "

"No!--yes!--a glass of eau sucree. "

Rose mixed it for her. While doing this she noticed that Josephineshunned her eye, but Raynal gazed gently and with an air of pity on her. 

She retired slowly into Josephine's bedroom, but did not quite close thedoor. 

Raynal had something to say so painful that he shrank from plunging intoit. He therefore, like many others, tried to creep into it, beginningwith something else. 

"Your health, " said he, "alarms me. You seem sad, too. I don'tunderstand that. You have no news from the Rhine, have you?"

"Monsieur!" said Josephine scared. 

"Do not call me monsieur, nor look so frightened. Call me your friend. Iam your sincere friend. "

"Oh, yes; you always were. "

"Thank you. You will give me a dearer title before we part this time. "

"Yes, " said Josephine in a low whisper, and shuddered. 

"Have you forgiven me frightening you so that night?"

"Yes. "

"It was a shock to me, too, I can tell you. I like the boy. Sheprofessed to love him, and, to own the truth, I loathe all treacheryand deceit. If I had done a murder, I would own it. A lie doubles everycrime. But I took heart; we are all selfish, we men; of the two sistersone was all innocence and good faith; and she was the one I had chosen. "

At these words Josephine rose, like a statue moving, and took a phialfrom her bosom and poured the contents into the glass. 

But ere she could drink it, if such was her intention, Raynal, with hiseyes gloomily lowered, said, in a voice full of strange solemnity, --

"I went to the army of the Rhine. "

Josephine put down the glass directly, though without removing her handfrom it. 

"I see you understand me, and approve. Yes, I saw that your sister wouldbe dishonored, and I went to the army and saw her seducer. "

"You saw HIM. Oh, I hope you did not go and speak to him of--of this?"

"Why, of course I did. "

Josephine resolved to know the worst at once. "May I ask, " said she, "what you told him?"

"Why, I told him all I had discovered, and pointed out the course hemust take; he must marry your sister at once. He refused. I challengedhim. But ere we met, I was ordered to lead a forlorn hope against abastion. Then, seeing me go to certain death, the noble fellow pitiedme. I mean this is how I understood it all at the time; at any rate, hepromised to marry Rose if he should live. "

Josephine put out her hand, and with a horrible smile said, "I thankyou; you have saved the honor of our family;" and with no more ado, shetook the glass in her hand to drink the fatal contents. 

But Raynal's reply arrested her hand. He said solemnly, "No, I havenot. Have you no inkling of the terrible truth? Do not fiddle withthat glass: drink it, or leave it alone; for, indeed, I need all yourattention. "

He took the glass out of her patient hand, and with a furtive look atthe bedroom-door, drew her away to the other end of the room; "and, "said he, "I could not tell your mother, for she knows nothing of thegirl's folly; still less Rose, for I see she loves him still, or why isshe so pale? Advise me, now, whilst we are alone. Colonel Dujardin wasCOMPARATIVELY indifferent to YOU. Will you undertake the task? A roughsoldier like me is not the person to break the terrible tidings to thatpoor girl. "

"What tidings? You confuse, you perplex me. Oh! what does this horriblepreparation mean?"

"It means he will never marry your sister; he will never see her more. "

Then Raynal walked the room in great agitation, which at oncecommunicated itself to his hearer. But the loving heart is ingenious inavoiding its dire misgivings. 

"I see, " said she; "he told you he would never visit Beaurepaire again. He was right. "

Raynal shook his head sorrowfully. 

"Ah, Josephine, you are far from the truth. I was to attack the bastion. It was mined by the enemy, and he knew it. He took advantage of myback being turned. He led his men out of the trenches; he assaulted thebastion at the head of his brigade. He took it. "

"Ah, it was noble; it was like him. "

"The enemy, retiring, blew the bastion into the air, and Dujardin--isdead. "

"Dead!" said Josephine, in stupefied tones, as if the word conveyed nomeaning to her mind, benumbed and stunned by the blow. 

"Don't speak so loud, " said Raynal; "I hear the poor girl at the door. Ay, he took my place, and is dead. "

"Dead!"

"Swallowed up in smoke and flames, overwhelmed and crushed under theruins. "

Josephine's whole body gave way, and heaved like a tree falling underthe axe. She sank slowly to her knees, and low moans of agony broke fromher at intervals. "Dead, dead, dead!"

"Is it not terrible?" he cried. 

She did not see him nor hear him, but moaned out wildly, "Dead, dead, dead!" The bedroom-door was opened. 

She shrieked with sudden violence, "Dead! ah, pity! the glass! thecomposing draught. " She stretched her hands out wildly. Raynal, with aface full of concern, ran to the table, and got the glass. She crawledon her knees to meet it; he brought it quickly to her hand. 

"There, my poor soul!"

Even as their hands met, Rose threw herself on the cup, and snatchedit with fury from them both. She was white as ashes, and her eyes, supernaturally large, glared on Raynal with terror. "Madman!" she cried, "would you kill her?"

He glared back on her: what did this mean? Their eyes were fixed on eachother like combatants for life and death; they did not see that the roomwas filling with people, that the doctor was only on the other side ofthe table, and that the baroness and Edouard were at the door, and alllooking wonderstruck at this strange sight--Josephine on her knees, and those two facing each other, white, with dilating eyes, the glassbetween them. 

But what was that to the horror, when the next moment the patientJosephine started to her feet, and, standing in the midst, tore her hairby handfuls, out of her head. 

"Ah, you snatch the kind poison from me!"

"Poison!"

"Poison!"

"Poison!" cried the others, horror-stricken. 

"Ah! you won't let me die. Curse you all! curse you! I never had my ownway in anything. I was always a slave and a fool. I have murdered theman I love--I love. Yes, my husband, do you hear? the man I love. "

"Hush! daughter, respect my gray hairs. "

"Your gray hairs! You are not so old in years as I am in agony. So thisis your love, Rose! Ah, you won't let me die--won't you? THEN I'LL DOWORSE--I'LL TELL. "

"He who is dead; you have murdered him amongst you, and I'll followhim in spite of you all--he was my betrothed. He struggled wounded, bleeding, to my feet. He found me married. News came of my husband'sdeath; I married my betrothed. "

"Married him!" exclaimed the baroness. 

"Ah, my poor mother. And she kissed me so kindly just now--she will kissme no more. Oh, I am not ashamed of marrying him. I am only ashamedof the cowardice that dared not do it in face of all the world. We hadscarce been happy a fortnight, when a letter came from Colonel Raynal. He was alive. I drove my true husband away, wretch that I was. Nonebut bad women have an atom of sense. I tried to do my duty to my legalhusband. He was my benefactor. I thought it was my duty. Was it? I don'tknow: I have lost the sense of right and wrong. I turned from a livingcreature to a lie. He who had scattered benefits on me and all thishouse; he whom it was too little to love; he ought to have been adored:this man came here one night to wife proud, joyous, and warm-hearted. Hefound a cradle, and two women watching it. Now Edouard, now MONSIEUR, doyou see that life is IMPOSSIBLE to me? One bravely accused herself: shewas innocent. One swooned away like a guilty coward. "

Edouard uttered an exclamation. 

"Yes, Edouard, you shall not be miserable like me; she was guilty. Youdo not understand me yet, my poor mother--and she was so happy thismorning--I was the liar, the coward, the double-faced wife, themiserable mother that denied her child. Now will you let me die? Now doyou see that I can't and won't live upon shame and despair? Ah, MonsieurRaynal, my dear friend, you were always generous: you will pity andkill me. I have dishonored the name you gave me to keep: I am neitherBeaurepaire nor Raynal. Do pray kill me, monsieur--Jean, do pray releaseme from my life!"

And she crawled to his knees and embraced them, and kissed his hand, andpleaded more piteously for death, than others have begged for life. 

Raynal stood like a rock: he was pale, and drew his breath audibly, but not a word. Then came a sight scarce less terrible than Josephine'sdespair. The baroness, looking and moving twenty years older than anhour before, tottered across the room to Raynal. 

"Sir, you whom I have called my son, but whom I will never presume soto call again, I thought I had lived long enough never to have to blushagain. I loved you, monsieur. I prayed every day for you. But she whoWAS my daughter was not of my mind. Monsieur, I have never knelt but toGod and to my king, and I kneel to you: forgive us, sir, forgive us!"

She tried to go down on her knees. He raised her with his strong arm, but he could not speak. She turned on the others. 

"So this is the secret you were hiding from me! This secret has notkilled you all. Oh! I shall not live under its shame so long asyou have. Chateau of Beaurepaire--nest of treason, ingratitude, andimmodesty--I loathe you as much as once I loved you. I will go and hidemy head, and die elsewhere. "

"Stay, madame!" said he, in a voice whose depth and dignity wassuch that it seemed impossible to disobey it. "It was sudden--I wasshaken--but I am myself again. "

"Oh, show some pity!" cried Rose. 

"I shall try to be just. "

There was a long, trembling silence; and during that silence andterrible agitation, one figure stood firm among those quaking, beatinghearts, like a rock with the waves breaking round it--the MAN OFPRINCIPLE among the creatures of impulse. 

He raised Josephine from her knees, and placed her all limp andpowerless in an arm-chair. To her frenzy had now succeeded a sicknessand feebleness like unto death. 

"Widow Dujardin, " said he, in a broken voice, "listen to me. "

She moaned a sort of assent. 

"Your mistake has been not trusting me. I was your friend, and nota selfish friend. I was not enough in love with you to destroy yourhappiness. Besides, I despise that sort of love. If you had told me all, I would have spared you this misery. By the present law, civil contractsof marriage can be dissolved by mutual consent. "

At this the baroness uttered some sign of surprise. 

"Ah!" continued Raynal, sadly, "you are aristocrats, and cannot keeppace with the times. This very day our mere contract shall be formallydissolved. Indeed, it ceases to exist since both parties are resolvedto withdraw from it. So, if you married Dujardin in a church, you areMadame Dujardin at this moment, and his child is legitimate. What doesshe say?"

This question was to Rose, for what Josephine uttered sounded like amere articulate moan. But Rose's quick ear had caught words, and shereplied, all in tears, "My poor sister is blessing you, sir. We allbless you. "

"She does not understand my position, " said Raynal. He then walked up toJosephine, and leaning over her arm, and speaking rather loud, under theimpression that her senses were blunted by grief, he said, "Look here:Colonel Dujardin, your husband, deliberately, and with his eyes open, sacrificed his life for me, and for his own heroic sense of honor. Now, it is my turn. If that hero stood here, and asked me for all the bloodin my body, I would give it him. He is gone; but, dying for me, he hasleft me his widow and his child; they remain under my wing. To protectthem is my pride, and my only consolation. I am going to the mayor toannul our unlucky contract in due form, and make us brother and sisterinstead. But, " turning to the baroness, "don't you think to escape meas your daughter has done: no, no, old lady, once a mother, always amother. Stir from your son's home if you dare!"

And with these words, in speaking which his voice had recovered its ironfirmness, he strode out at the door, superb in manhood and principle, and every eye turned with wonder and admiration after him. Even when hewas gone they gazed at the door by which a creature so strangely noblehad disappeared. 

The baroness was about to follow him without taking any notice ofJosephine. But Rose caught her by the gown. "O mother, speak to poorJosephine: bid her live. "

The baroness only made a gesture of horror and disgust, and turned herback on them both. 

Josephine, who had tottered up from her seat at Rose's words, sankheavily down again, and murmured, "Ah! the grave holds all that love menow. "

Rose ran to her side. "Cruel Josephine! what, do not I love you? Mother, will you not help me persuade her to live? Oh! if she dies, I will dietoo; you will kill both your children. "

Stern and indignant as the baroness was, yet these words pierced herheart. She turned with a piteous, half apologetic air to Edouard andAubertin. "Gentlemen, " said she, "she has been foolish, not guilty. Heaven pardons the best of us. Surely a mother may forgive her child. "And with this nature conquered utterly; and she held out her arms, wide, wide, as is a mother's heart. Her two erring children rushed sobbingviolently into them; and there was not a dry eye in the room for a longtime. 

After this, Josephine's heart almost ceased to beat. Fear andmisgivings, and the heavy sense of deceit gnawing an honorable heart, were gone. Grief reigned alone in the pale, listless, bereaved widow. 

The marriage was annulled before the mayor; and, three days afterwards, Raynal, by his influence, got the consummated marriage formally allowedin Paris. 

With a delicacy for which one would hardly have given him credit, henever came near Beaurepaire till all this was settled; but he broughtthe document from Paris that made Josephine the widow Dujardin, andher boy the heir of Beaurepaire; and the moment she was really MadameDujardin he avoided her no longer; and he became a comfort to herinstead of a terror. 

The dissolution of the marriage was a great tie between them. So muchthat, seeing how much she looked up to Raynal, the doctor said one dayto the baroness, "If I know anything of human nature, they will marryagain, provided none of you give her a hint which way her heart isturning. "

They, who have habituated themselves to live for others, can suffer aswell as do great things. Josephine kept alive. A passion such as hers, in a selfish nature, must have killed her. 

Even as it was, she often said, "It is hard to live. "

Then they used to talk to her of her boy. Would she leave him--Camille'sboy--without a mother? And these words were never spoken to her quite invain. 

Her mother forgave her entirely, and loved her as before. Who could beangry with her long? The air was no longer heavy with lies. Wretched asshe was, she breathed lighter. Joy and hope were gone. Sorrowful peacewas coming. When the heart comes to this, nothing but Time can cure; butwhat will not Time do? What wounds have I seen him heal! His cures areincredible. 

The little party sat one day, peaceful, but silent and sad, in thePleasaunce, under the great oak. 

Two soldiers came to the gate. They walked feebly, for one was lame, andleaned upon the other, who was pale and weak, and leaned upon a stick. 

"Soldiers, " said Raynal, "and invalided. "

"Give them food and wine, " said Josephine. 

Rose went towards them; but she had scarcely taken three steps ere shecried out, --

"It is Dard! it is poor Dard! Come in, Dard, come in. "

Dard limped towards them, leaning upon Sergeant La Croix. A bit ofDard's heel had been shot away, and of La Croix's head. 

Rose ran to the kitchen. 

"Jacintha, bring out a table into the Pleasaunce, and something for twoguests to eat. "

The soldiers came slowly to the Pleasaunce, and were welcomed, andinvited to sit down, and received with respect; for France even in thatday honored the humblest of her brave. 

Soon Jacintha came out with a little round table in her hands, andaffected a composure which was belied by her shaking hands and herglowing cheek. 

After a few words of homely welcome--not eloquent, but very sincere--shewent off again with her apron to her eyes. She reappeared with the goodcheer, and served the poor fellows with radiant zeal. 

"What regiment?" asked Raynal. 

Dard was about to answer, but his superior stopped him severely;then, rising with his hand to his forehead, he replied, with pride, "Twenty-fourth brigade, second company. We were cut up at Philipsburg, and incorporated with the 12th. "

Raynal instantly regretted his question; for Josephine's eye fixed onSergeant La Croix with an expression words cannot paint. Yet she showedmore composure, real or forced, than he expected. 

"Heaven sends him, " said she. "My friend, tell me, were you--ah!"

Colonel Raynal interfered hastily. "Think what you do. He can tell younothing but what we know, not so much, in fact, as we know; for, now Ilook at him, I think this is the very sergeant we found lying insensibleunder the bastion. He must have been struck before the bastion was takeneven. "

"I was, colonel, I was. I remember nothing but losing my senses, andfeeling the colors go out of my hand. "

"There, you see, he knows nothing, " said Raynal. 

"It was hot work, colonel, under that bastion, but it was hotter to thepoor fellows that got in. I heard all about it from Private Dard here. "

"So, then, it was you who carried the colors?"

"Yes, I was struck down with the colors of the brigade in my hand, "cried La Croix. 

"See how people blunder about, everything; they told me the colonelcarried the colors. "

"Why, of course he did. You don't think our colonel, the fightingcolonel, would let me hold the colors of the brigade so long as he wasalive. No; he was struck by a Prussian bullet, and he had just time tohand the colors to me, and point with his sword to the bastion, and downhe went. It was hot work, I can tell you. I did not hold them long, notthirty seconds, and if we could know their history, they passed throughmore hands than that before they got to the Prussian flag-staff. "

Raynal suddenly rose, and walked rapidly to and fro, with his handsbehind him. 

"Poor colonel!" continued La Croix. "Well, I love to think he died likea soldier, and not like some of my poor comrades, hashed to atoms, andnot a volley fired over him. I hope they put a stone over him, for hewas the best soldier and the best general in the army. "

"O sir!" cried Josephine, "there is no stone even to mark the spot wherehe fell, " and she sobbed despairingly. 

"Why, how is this, Private Dard?" inquired La Croix, sternly. 

Dard apologized for his comrade, and touching his own head significantlytold them that since his wound the sergeant's memory was defective. 

"Now, sergeant, didn't I tell you the colonel must have got the betterof his wound, and got into the battery?"

"It's false, Private Dard; don't I know our colonel better than that?Would ever he have let those colors out of his hand, if there had beenan ounce of life left in him?"

"He died at the foot of the battery, I tell you. "

"Then why didn't we find him?"

Here Jacintha put in a word with the quiet subdued meaning of her class. "I can't find that anybody ever saw the colonel dead. "

"They did not find him, because they did not look for him, " saidSergeant La Croix. 

"God forgive you, sergeant!" said Dard, with some feeling. "Not lookfor OUR COLONEL! We turned over every body that lay there, --full thirtythere were, --and you were one of them. "

"Only thirty! Why, we settled more Prussians than that, I'll swear. "

"Oh! they carried off their dead. "

"Ay! but I don't see why they should carry our colonel off. His epauletswas all the thieves could do any good with. Stop! yet I do, PrivateDard; I have a horrible suspicion. No, I have not; it is a certainty. What! don't you see, ye ninny? Thunder and thousands of devils, here's adisgrace. Dogs of Prussians! they have got our colonel, they have takenhim prisoner. "

"O God bless them!" cried Josephine; "O God bless the mouth that tellsme so! O sir, I am his wife, his poor heart-broken wife. You would notbe so cruel as to mock my despair. Say again that he may be alive, pray, say it again!"

"His wife! Private Dard, why didn't you tell me? You tell me nothing. Yes, my pretty lady, I'll say it again, and I'll prove it. Here is anenemy in full retreat, would they encumber themselves with the colonel?If he was dead, they'd have whipped off his epaulets, and left himthere. Alive? why not? Look at me: I am alive, and I was worse woundedthan he was. They took me for dead, you see. Courage, madame! you willsee him again, take an old soldier's word for it. Dard, attention! thisis the colonel's wife. "

She gazed on the speaker like one in a trance. 

Every eye and every soul had been so bent on Sergeant La Croix that itwas only now Raynal was observed to be missing. The next minute he cameriding out of the stable-yard, and went full gallop down the road. 

"Ah!" cried Rose, with a burst of hope; "he thinks so too; he has hopes. He is gone somewhere for information. Perhaps to Paris. "

Josephine's excitement and alternations of hope and fear were nowalarming. Rose held her hand, and implored her to try and be calm tillthey could see Raynal. 

Just before dark he came riding fiercely home. Josephine flew down thestairs. Raynal at sight of her forgot all his caution. He waved hiscocked hat in the air. She fell on her knees and thanked God. He gaspedout, --

"Prisoner--exchanged for two Prussian lieutenants--sent home--they sayhe is in France!"

The tears of joy gushed in streams from her. 

Some days passed in hope and joy inexpressible; but the good doctorwas uneasy for Josephine. She was always listening with supernaturalkeenness and starting from her chair, and every fibre of her lovelyperson seemed to be on the quiver. 

Nor was Rose without a serious misgiving. Would husband and wife evermeet? He evidently looked on her as Madame Raynal, and made it a pointof honor to keep away from Beaurepaire. 

They had recourse to that ever-soothing influence--her child. MadameJouvenel was settled in the village, and Josephine visited her everyday, and came back often with red eyes, but always soothed. 

One day Rose and she went to Madame Jouvenel, and, entering the housewithout ceremony, found the nurse out, and no one watching the child. 

"How careless!" said Rose. 

Josephine stopped eagerly to kiss him. But instead of kissing him, sheuttered a loud cry. There was a locket hanging round his neck. 

It was a locket containing some of Josephine's hair and Camille's. Shehad given it him in the happy days that followed their marriage. Shestood gasping in the middle of the room. Madame Jouvenel came runningin soon after. Josephine, by a wonderful effort over herself, asked hercalmly and cunningly, --

"Where is the gentleman who put this locket round my child's neck? Iwant to speak with him. "

Madame Jouvenel stammered and looked confused. 

"A soldier--an officer?--come, tell me!"

"Woman, " cried Rose, "why do you hesitate?"

"What am I to do?" said Madame Jouvenel. "He made me swear never tomention his coming here. He goes away, or hides whenever you come. Andsince Madame does not love the poor wounded gentleman, what can he dobetter?"

"Not love him!" cried Rose: "why, she is his wife, his lawful weddedwife; he is a fool or a monster to run away for her. She loves him as nowoman ever loved before. She pines for him. She dies for him. "

The door of a little back room opened at these words of Rose, and therestood Camille, with his arm in a sling, pale and astounded, but greatjoy and wonder working in his face. 

Josephine gave a cry of love that made the other two women weep, and ina moment they were sobbing for joy upon each other's neck. 

Away went sorrow, doubt, despair, and all they had suffered. That onemoment paid for all. And in that moment of joy and surprise, so great asto be almost terrible, perhaps it was well for Josephine that Camille, weakened by his wound, was quite overcome, and nearly fainted. She washerself just going into hysterics; but, seeing him quite overcome, she conquered them directly, and nursed, and soothed, and pitied, andencouraged him instead. 

Then they sat hand in hand. Their happiness stopped their very breath. They could not speak. So Rose told him all. He never owned why he hadslipped away when he saw them coming. He forgot it. He forgot all hishard thoughts of her. They took him home in the carriage. His wife wouldnot let him out of her sight. For years and years after this she couldhardly bear to let him be an hour out of her sight. 

The world is wide; there may be a man in it who can paint the suddenbliss that fell on these two much suffering hearts; but I am not thatman; this is beyond me; it was not only heaven, but heaven after hell. 

Leave we the indescribable and the unspeakable for a moment, and go to alighter theme. 

The day Rose's character was so unexpectedly cleared, Edouard had noopportunity of speaking to her, or a reconciliation would have takenplace. As it was, he went home intensely happy. But he did not resumehis visits to the chateau. When he came to think calmly over it, hisvanity was cruelly mortified. She was innocent of the greater offence;but how insolently she had sacrificed him, his love, and his respect, toanother's interest. 

More generous thoughts prevailed by degrees. And one day that her paleface, her tears, and her remorse got the better of his offended pride, he determined to give her a good lecture that should drown her inpenitent tears; and then end by forgiving her. For one thing he couldnot be happy till he had forgiven her. 

She walked into the room with a calm, dignified, stately air, and beforehe could utter one word of his grave remonstrance, attacked him thus:"You wish to speak to me, sir. If it is to apologize to me, I will saveyour vanity the mortification. I forgive you. "

"YOU forgive ME!" cried Edouard furiously. 

"No violence, if you please, " said the lady with cold hauteur. "Let usbe friends, as Josephine and Raynal are. We cannot be anything moreto one another now. You have wounded me too deeply by your jealous, suspicious nature. "

Edouard gasped for breath, and was so far out-generalled that heaccepted the place of defendant. "Wasn't I to believe your own lips? Didnot Colonel Raynal believe you?"

"Oh, that's excusable. He did not know me. But you were my lover; youought to have seen I was forced to deceive poor Raynal. How dare youbelieve your eyes; much more your ears, against my truth, against myhonor; and then to believe such nonsense?" Then, with a grand assumptionof superior knowledge, says she, "You little simpleton, how could thechild be mine when I wasn't married at all?"

At this reproach, Edouard first stared, then grinned. "I forgot that, "said he. 

"Yes, and you forgot the moon isn't made of green cheese. However, if Isaw you very humble, and very penitent, I might, perhaps, really forgiveyou--in time. "

"No, forgive me at once. I don't understand your angelical, diabolical, incomprehensible sex: who on earth can? forgive me. "

"Oh! oh! oh! oh!"

Lo! the tears that could not come at a remonstrance were flowing in astream at his generosity. 

"What is the matter now?" said he tenderly. She cried away, but at thesame time explained, --

"What a f--f--foolish you must be not to see that it is I who am withoutexcuse. You were my betrothed. It was to you I owed my duty; not mysister. I am a wicked, unhappy girl. How you must hate me!"

"I adore you. There, no more forgiving on either side. Let our onlyquarrel be who shall love the other best. "

"Oh, I know how that will be, " said the observant toad. "You will loveme best till you have got me; and then I shall love you best; oh, everso much. "

However, the prospect of loving best did not seem disagreeable to her;for with this announcement she deposited her head on his shoulder, andin that attitude took a little walk with him up and down the Pleasaunce:sixty times; about eight miles. 

These two were a happy pair. This wayward, but generous heart neverforgot her offence, and his forgiveness. She gave herself to him heartand soul, at the altar, and well she redeemed her vow. He rose high inpolitical life: and paid the penalty of that sort of ambition; hisheart was often sore. But by his own hearth sat comfort and ever readysympathy. Ay, and patient industry to read blue-books, and a ready handand brain to write diplomatic notes for him, off which the mind glidedas from a ball of ice. 

In thirty years she never once mentioned the servants to him. 

"Oh, let eternal honor crown her name!"

It was only a little bit of heel that Dard had left in Prussia. Morefortunate than his predecessor (Achilles), he got off with a slight butenduring limp. And so the army lost him. 

He married Jacintha, and Josephine set them up in Bigot's, (deceased)auberge. Jacintha shone as a landlady, and custom flowed in. For allthat, a hankering after Beaurepaire was observable in her. Her favoritestroll was into the Beaurepaire kitchen, and on all fetes and grandoccasions she was prominent in gay attire as a retainer of the house. The last specimen of her homely sagacity I shall have the honor to laybefore you is a critique upon her husband, which she vented six yearsafter marriage. 

"My Dard, " said she, "is very good as far as he goes. What he has felthimself, that he can feel FOR: nobody better. You come to him with anempty belly, or a broken head, or all bleeding with a cut, or blackand blue, and you shall find a friend. But if it is a sore heart, ortrouble, and sorrow, and no hole in your carcass to show for it, you hadbetter come to ME; for you might as well tell your grief to a stone wallas to my man. "

The baroness took her son Raynal to Paris, and there, with keen eye, selected him a wife. She proved an excellent one. It would have beenhard if she had not, for the baroness with the severe sagacity of herage and sex, had set aside as naught a score of seeming angels, beforeshe could suit herself with a daughter-in-law. At first the Raynals veryproperly saw little of the Dujardins; but when both had been marriedsome years, the recollection of that fleeting and nominal connectionwaxed faint, while the memory of great benefits conferred on both sidesremained lively as ever in hearts so great, and there was a warm, asacred friendship between the two houses--a friendship of the ancientGreeks, not of the modern club-house. 

Camille and Josephine were blessed almost beyond the lot of humanity:none can really appreciate sunshine but those who come out of the colddark. And so with happiness. For years they could hardly be said to livelike mortals: they basked in bliss. But it was a near thing; for theybut just scraped clear of life-long misery, and death's cold touchgrazed them both as they went. 

Yet they had heroic virtues to balance White Lies in the great Judge'seye. 

A wholesome lesson, therefore, and a warning may be gathered from thisstory: and I know many novelists who would have preached that lesson atsome length in every other chapter, and interrupted the sacrednarrative to do it. But when I read stories so mutilated, I think of acircumstance related by Mr. Joseph Miller. 

"An Englishman sojourning in some part of Scotland was afflicted withmany hairs in the butter, and remonstrated. He was told, in reply, thatthe hairs and the butter came from one source--the cow; and that thejust and natural proportions hitherto observed, could not be deranged, and bald butter invented--for ONE. 'So be it, ' said the Englishman; 'butlet me have the butter in one plate, and the hairs in another. '"

Acting on this hint, I have reserved some admirable remarks, reflections, discourses, and tirades, until the story should be ended, and the other plate be ready for the subsidiary sermon. 

And now that the proper time is come, that love of intruding one's ownwisdom in one's own person on the reader, which has marred so many worksof art, is in my case restrained--first, by pure fatigue; secondly, because the moral of this particular story stands out so clear in thenarrative, that he who runs may read it without any sermon at all. 

Those who will not take the trouble to gather my moral from the livingtree, would not lift it out of my dead basket: would not unlock theirjaw-bones to bite it, were I to thrust it into their very mouths.