thanmost
men
to
make
life
pleasant
,
but
I
would
lay
down
life
at
this
moment
with
you
.
You
know
me
well
enough
to
be
sure
that
I
utter
no
melodramatic
fiction
when
I
say
that
I
love
my
country
as
a
young
man
loves
the
ideal
of
his
dreams
—
with
my
whole
mind
and
heart
and
soul
!
and
the
thought
that
I
cannot
now
aid
her
in
the
hour
of
her
mortal
trial
is
—
is
—
”
The
man’s
voice
broke
down
,
and
he
turned
aside
,
veiling
his
face
with
a
hand
that
trembled
.
DE
MAULEON
—
“
Courage
—
patience
!
All
Frenchmen
have
the
first
;
set
them
an
example
they
much
need
in
the
second
.
I
,
too
,
love
my
country
,
though
I
owe
to
it
little
enough
,
heaven
knows
.
I
suppose
love
of
country
is
inherent
in
all
who
are
not
Internationalists
.
They
profess
only
to
love
humanity
,
by
which
,
if
they
mean
anything
practical
,
they
mean
a
rise
in
wages
.
”
INCOGNITO
(
rousing
himself
,
and
with
a
half
smile
)
.
“
Always
cynical
,
Victor
—
always
belying
yourself
.
But
now
that
you
have
advised
my
course
,
what
will
be
your
own
?
Accompany
me
,
and
wait
for
better
times
.
”
“
No
,
noble
friend
;
our
positions
are
different
.
Yours
is
made
—
mine
yet
to
make
.
But
for
this
war
I
think
I
could
have
secured
a
seat
in
the
Chamber
.
As
I
wrote
you
,
I
found
that
my
kinsfolk
were
of
much
influence
in
their
department
,
and
that
my
restitution
to
my
social
grade
,
and
the
repute
I
had
made
as
an
Orleanist
,
inclined
them
to
forget
my
youthful
errors
and
to
assist
my
career
.
But
the
Chamber
ceases
to
exist
.
My
journal
I
shall
drop
.
I
cannot
support
the
Government
;
it
is
not
a
moment
to
oppose
it
.
My
prudent
course
is
silence
.
”
INCOGNITO
.
—
“
But
is
not
your
journal
essential
to
your
support
?
”
DE
MAULEON
.
—
“
Fortunately
not
.
Its
profits
enabled
me
to
lay
by
for
the
rainy
day
that
has
come
;
and
having
reimbursed
you
and
all
friends
the
sums
necessary
to
start
it
,
I
stand
clear
of
all
debt
,
and
,
for
my
slender
wants
,
a
rich
man
.
If
I
continued
the
journal
I
should
be
beggared
;
for
there
would
be
no
readers
to
Common
Sense
in
this
interval
of
lunacy
.
Nevertheless
,
during
this
interval
,
I
trust
to
other
ways
for
winning
a
name
that
will
open
my
rightful
path
of
ambition
whenever
we
again
have
a
legislature
in
which
Common
Sense
can
be
heard
.
”
INCOGNITO
.
—
“
But
how
win
that
name
,
silenced
as
a
writer
?
”
DE
MAULEON
.
—
“
You
forget
that
I
have
fought
in
Algeria
.
In
a
few
days
Paris
will
be
in
a
state
of
siege
;
and
then
—
and
then
,
”
he
added
,
and
very
quietly
dilated
on
the
renown
of
a
patriot
or
the
grave
of
a
soldier
.
“
I
envy
you
the
chance
of
either
,
”
said
the
Incognito
;
and
after
a
few
more
brief
words
he
departed
,
his
hat
drawn
over
his
brows
,
and
entering
a
hired
carriage
which
he
had
left
at
the
corner
of
the
quiet
street
,
was
consigned
to
the
station
du
—
—
—
—
,
just
in
time
for
the
next
train
.
CHAPTER
XI
.
Victor
dressed
and
went
out
.
The
streets
were
crowded
.
Workmen
were
everywhere
employed
in
the
childish
operation
of
removing
all
insignia
,
and
obliterating
all
names
that
showed
where
an
Empire
had
existed
.
One
greasy
citizen
,
mounted
on
a
ladder
,
was
effacing
the
words
“
Boulevard
Haussman
,
”
and
substituting
for
Haussman
,
“
Victor
Hugo
.
”
Suddenly
De
Mauleon
came
on
a
group
of
blouses
,
interspersed
with
women
holding
babies
and
ragged
boys
holding
stones
,
collected
round
a
well-dressed
slender
man
,
at
whom
they
were
hooting
and
gesticulating
,
with
menaces
of
doing
something
much
worse
.
By
an
easy
effort
of
his
strong
frame
the
Vicomte
pushed
his
way
through
the
tormentors
,
and
gave
his
arm
to
their
intended
victim
.
“
Monsieur
,
allow
me
to
walk
home
with
you
.
”
Therewith
the
shrieks
and
shouts
and
gesticulations
increased
.
“
Another
impertinent
!
Another
traitor
!
Drown
him
!
Drown
them
both
!
To
the
Seine
!
To
the
Seine
!
”
A
burly
fellow
rushed
forward
,
and
the
rest
made
a
plunging
push
.
The
outstretched
arm
of
De
Mauleon
kept
the
ringleader
at
bay
.
“
Mes
enfans
,
”
cried
Victor
with
a
calm
clear
voice
,
“
I
am
not
an
Imperialist
.
Many
of
you
have
read
the
articles
signed
Pierre
Firmin
,
written
against
the
tyrant
Bonaparte
when
he
was
at
the
height
of
his
power
.
I
am
Pierre
Firmin
—
make
way
for
me
.
”
Probably
not
one
in
the
crowd
had
ever
read
a
word
written
by
Pierre
Firmin
,
nor
even
heard
of
the
name
.
But
they
did
not
like
to
own
ignorance
;
and
that
burly
fellow
did
not
like
to
encounter
that
arm
of
iron
which
touched
his
throat
.
So
he
cried
out
,
“
Oh
!
if
you
are
the
great
Pierre
Firmin
,
that
alters
the
case
.
Make
way
for
the
patriot
Pierre
!
”
“
But
,
”
shrieked
a
virago
,
thrusting
her
baby
into
De
Mauleon’s
face
,
“
the
other
is
the
Imperialist
,
the
capitalist
,
the
vile
Duplessis
.
At
least
we
will
have
him
.
”
De
Mauleon
suddenly
snatched
the
baby
from
her
,
and
said
,
with
imperturbable
good
temper
,
“
Exchange
of
prisoners
.
I
resign
the
man
,
and
I
keep
the
baby
.
”
No
one
who
does
not
know
the
humours
of
a
Parisian
mob
can
comprehend
the
suddenness
of
popular
change
,
or
the
magical
mastery
over
crowds
which
is
effected
by
quiet
courage
and
a
ready
joke
.
The
group
was
appeased
at
once
.
Even
the
virago
laughed
;
and
when
De
Mauleon
restored
the
infant
to
her
arms
,
with
a
gold
piece
thrust
into
its
tiny
clasp
,
she
eyed
the
gold
,
and
cried
,
“
God
bless
you
,
citizen
!
”
The
two
gentlemen
made
their
way
safely
now
.
“
M
.
de
Mauleon
,
”
said
Duplessis
,
“
I
know
not
how
to
thank
you
.
Without
your
seasonable
aid
I
should
have
been
in
great
danger
of
life
;
and
—
would
you
believe
it
?
—
the
woman
who
denounced
and
set
the
mob
on
me
was
one
of
the
objects
of
a
charity
which
I
weekly
dispense
to
the
poor
.
”
“
Of
course
I
believe
that
.
At
the
Red
clubs
no
crime
is
more
denounced
than
that
of
charity
.
It
is
the
‘fraud
against
Egalite’
—
a
vile
trick
of
the
capitalist
to
save
to
himself
the
millions
he
ought
to
share
with
all
by
giving
a
sou
to
one
.
Meanwhile
,
take
my
advice
,
M
.
Duplessis
,
and
quit
Paris
with
your
young
daughter
.
This
is
no
place
for
rich
Imperialists
at
present
.
”
“
I
perceived
that
before
to-day’s
adventure
.
I
distrust
the
looks
of
my
very
servants
,
and
shall
depart
with
Valerie
this
evening
for
Bretagne
.
”
“
Ah
!
I
heard
from
Louvier
that
you
propose
to
pay
off
his
mortgage
on
Rochebriant
,
and
make
yourself
sole
proprietor
of
my
young
kinsman’s
property
.
”
“
I
trust
you
only
believe
half
what
you
hear
.
I
mean
to
save
Rochebriant
from
Louvier
,
and
consign
it
,
free
of
charge
,
to
your
kinsman
,
as
the
dot
of
his
bride
,
my
daughter
.
”
“
I
rejoice
to
learn
such
good
news
for
the
head
of
my
house
.
But
Alain
himself
—
is
he
not
with
the
prisoners
of
war
?
”
“
No
,
thank
heaven
.
He
went
forth
an
officer
of
a
regiment
of
Parisian
Mobiles
—
went
full
of
sanguine
confidence
;
he
came
back
with
his
regiment
in
mournful
despondency
.
The
undiscipline
of
his
regiment
,
of
the
Parisian
Mobiles
generally
,
appears
incredible
.
Their
insolent
disobedience
to
their
officers
,
their
ribald
scoffs
at
their
general
—
oh
,
it
is
sickening
to
speak
of
it
!
Alain
distinguished
himself
by
repressing
a
mutiny
and
is
honoured
by
a
signal
compliment
from
the
commander
in
a
letter
of
recommendation
to
Palikao
.
But
Palikao
is
nobody
now
.
Alain
has
already
been
sent
into
Bretagne
,
commissioned
to
assist
in
organising
a
corps
of
Mobiles
in
his
neighbourhood
.
Trochu
,
as
you
know
,
is
a
Breton
.
Alain
is
confident
of
the
good
conduct
of
the
Bretons
.
What
will
Louvier
do
?
He
is
an
arch
Republican
;
is
he
pleased
now
he
has
got
what
he
wanted
?
”
“
I
suppose
he
is
pleased
,
for
he
is
terribly
frightened
.
Fright
is
one
of
the
great
enjoyments
of
a
Parisian
.
Good
day
.
Your
path
to
your
hotel
is
clear
now
.
Remember
me
kindly
to
Alain
.
”
De
Mauleon
continued
his
way
through
streets
sometimes
deserted
,
sometimes
thronged
.
At
the
commencement
of
the
Rue
de
Florentin
he
encountered
the
brothers
Vandemar
walking
arm
in
arm
.
“
Ha
,
De
Mauleon
!
”
cried
Enguerrand
;
“
what
is
the
last
minute’s
news
?
”
“
I
can’t
guess
.
Nobody
knows
at
Paris
how
soon
one
folly
swallows
up
another
.
Saturn
here
is
always
devouring
one
or
other
of
his
children
.
”
“
They
say
that
Vinoy
,
after
a
most
masterly
retreat
,
is
almost
at
our
gates
with
80
,
000
men
.
”
“
And
this
day
twelvemonth
we
may
know
what
he
does
with
them
.
”
Here
Raoul
,
who
seemed
absorbed
in
gloomy
reflections
,
halted
before
the
hotel
in
which
the
Contessa
di
Rimini
lodged
,
and
with
a
nod
to
his
brother
,
and
a
polite
,
if
not
cordial
salutation
to
Victor
,
entered
the
porte
cochere
.
“
Your
brother
seems
out
of
spirits
,
—
a
pleasing
contrast
to
the
uproarious
mirth
with
which
Parisians
welcome
the
advance
of
calamity
.
”
“
Raoul
,
as
you
know
,
is
deeply
religious
.
He
regards
the
defeat
we
have
sustained
,
and
the
peril
that
threatens
us
,
as
the
beginning
of
a
divine
chastisement
,
justly
incurred
by
our
sins
—
I
mean
,
the
sins
of
Paris
.
In
vain
my
father
reminds
him
of
Voltaire’s
story
,
in
which
the
ship
goes
down
with
a
fripon
on
board
.
In
order
to
punish
the
fripon
,
the
honest
folks
are
drowned
.
”
“
Is
your
father
going
to
remain
on
board
the
ship
,
and
share
the
fate
of
the
other
honest
folks
?
”
“
Pas
si
bete
.
He
is
off
to
Dieppe
for
sea-bathing
.
He
says
that
Paris
has
grown
so
dirty
since
the
4th
September
,
that
it
is
only
fit
for
the
feet
of
the
Unwashed
.
He
wished
my
mother
to
accompany
him
;
but
she
replies
,
‘No
;
there
are
already
too
many
wounded
not
to
need
plenty
of
nurses.’
She
is
assisting
to
inaugurate
a
society
of
ladies
in
aid
of
the
Soeurs
de
Charite
.
Like
Raoul
,
she
is
devout
,
but
she
has
not
his
superstitions
.
Still
his
superstitions
are
the
natural
reaction
of
a
singularly
earnest
and
pure
nature
from
the
frivolity
and
corruption
which
,
when
kneaded
well
up
together
with
a
slice
of
sarcasm
,
Paris
calls
philosophy
.
”
“
And
what
,
my
dear
Enguerrand
,
do
you
propose
to
do
?
”
“
That
depends
on
whether
we
are
really
besieged
.
If
so
,
of
course
I
become
a
soldier
.
”
“
I
hope
not
a
National
Guard
?
”
“
I
care
not
in
what
name
I
fight
,
so
that
I
fight
for
France
.
”
As
Enguerrand
said
these
simple
words
,
his
whole
countenance
,
seemed
changed
.
The
crest
rose
;
his
eyes
sparkled
;
the
fair
and
delicate
beauty
which
had
made
him
the
darling
of
women
—
the
joyous
sweetness
of
expression
and
dainty
grace
of
high
breeding
which
made
him
the
most
popular
companion
to
men
,
—
were
exalted
in
a
masculine
nobleness
of
aspect
,
from
which
a
painter
might
have
taken
hints
for
a
study
of
the
young
Achilles
separated
for
ever
from
effeminate
companionship
at
the
sight
of
the
weapons
of
war
.
De
Mauleon
gazed
on
him
admiringly
.
We
have
seen
that
he
shared
the
sentiments
uttered
—
had
resolved
on
the
same
course
of
action
.
But
it
was
with
the
tempered
warmth
of
a
man
who
seeks
to
divest
his
thoughts
and
his
purpose
of
the
ardour
of
romance
,
and
who
,
in
serving
his
country
,
calculates
on
the
gains
to
his
own
ambition
.
Nevertheless
he
admired
in
Enguerrand
the
image
of
his
own
impulsive
and
fiery
youth
.
“
And
you
,
I
presume
,
”
resumed
Enguerrand
,
“
will
fight
too
,
but
rather
with
pen
than
with
sword
.
”
“
Pens
will
now
only
be
dipped
in
red
ink
,
and
commonsense
never
writes
in
that
colour
;
as
for
the
sword
,
I
have
passed
the
age
of
forty-five
,
at
which
military
service
halts
.
But
if
some
experience
in
active
service
,
some
knowledge
of
the
art
by
which
soldiers
are
disciplined
and
led
,
will
be
deemed
sufficient
title
to
a
post
of
command
,
however
modest
the
grade
be
,
I
shall
not
be
wanting
among
the
defenders
of
Paris
.
”
“
My
brave
dear
Vicomte
,
if
you
are
past
the
age
to
serve
,
you
are
in
the
ripest
age
to
command
;
and
with
the
testimonials
and
the
cross
you
won
in
Algeria
,
your
application
for
employment
will
be
received
with
gratitude
by
any
general
so
able
as
Trochu
.
”
“
I
don’t
know
whether
I
shall
apply
to
Trochu
.
I
would
rather
be
elected
to
command
even
by
the
Mobiles
or
the
National
Guard
,
of
whom
I
have
just
spoken
disparagingly
;
and
no
doubt
both
corps
will
soon
claim
and
win
the
right
to
choose
their
officers
.
But
if
elected
,
no
matter
by
whom
,
I
shall
make
a
preliminary
condition
;
the
men
under
me
shall
train
,
and
drill
,
and
obey
,
—
soldiers
of
a
very
different
kind
from
the
youthful
Pekins
nourished
on
absinthe
and
self-conceit
,
and
applauding
that
Bombastes
Furioso
,
M
.
Hugo
,
when
he
assures
the
enemy
that
Paris
will
draw
an
idea
from
its
scabbard
.
But
here
comes
Savarin
.
Bon
jour
,
my
dear
poet
.
”
“
Don’t
say
good
day
.
An
evil
day
for
journalists
and
writers
who
do
not
out-Herod
Blanqui
and
Pyat
.
I
know
not
how
I
shall
get
bread
and
cheese
.
My
poor
suburban
villa
is
to
be
pulled
down
by
way
of
securing
Paris
;
my
journal
will
be
suppressed
by
way
of
establishing
the
liberty
of
the
press
.
I
ventured
to
suggest
that
the
people
of
France
should
have
some
choice
in
the
form
of
their
government
.
”
“
That
was
very
indiscreet
,
my
poor
Savarin
,
”
said
Victor
;
“
I
wonder
your
printing-office
has
not
been
pulled
down
.
We
are
now
at
the
moment
when
wise
men
hold
their
tongues
.
”
“
Perhaps
so
,
M
.
de
Mauleon
.
It
might
have
been
wiser
for
all
of
us
,
you
as
well
as
myself
,
if
we
had
not
allowed
our
tongues
to
be
so
free
before
this
moment
arrived
.
We
live
to
learn
;
and
if
we
ever
have
what
may
be
called
a
passable
government
again
,
in
which
we
may
say
pretty
much
what
we
like
,
there
is
one
thing
I
will
not
do
,
I
will
not
undermine
that
government
without
seeing
a
very
clear
way
to
the
government
that
is
to
follow
it
.
What
say
you
,
Pierre
Firmin
?
”
“
Frankly
,
I
say
that
I
deserve
your
rebuke
,
”
answered
De
Mauleon
thoughtfully
.
“
But
,
of
course
,
you
are
going
to
take
or
send
Madame
Savarin
out
of
Paris
.
”
“
Certainly
.
We
have
made
a
very
pleasant
party
for
our
hegira
this
evening-among
others
the
Morleys
.
Morley
is
terribly
disgusted
.
A
Red
Republican
slapped
him
on
the
shoulder
and
said
,
‘American
,
we
have
a
republic
as
well
as
you.’
‘Pretty
much
you
know
about
republics
,
’
growled
Morley
;
‘a
French
republic
is
as
much
like
ours
as
a
baboon
is
like
a
man.’
On
which
the
Red
roused
the
mob
,
who
dragged
the
American
off
to
the
nearest
station
of
the
National
Guard
,
where
he
was
accused
of
being
a
Prussian
spy
.
With
some
difficulty
,
and
lots
of
brag
about
the
sanctity
of
the
stars
and
stripes
,
he
escaped
with
a
reprimand
,
and
caution
how
to
behave
himself
in
future
.
So
he
quits
a
city
in
which
there
no
longer
exists
freedom
of
speech
.
My
wife
hoped
to
induce
Mademoiselle
Cicogna
to
accompany
us
;
I
grieve
to
say
she
refuses
.
You
know
she
is
engaged
in
marriage
to
Gustave
Rameau
;
and
his
mother
dreads
the
effect
that
these
Red
Clubs
and
his
own
vanity
may
have
upon
his
excitable
temperament
if
the
influence
of
Mademoiselle
Cicogna
be
withdrawn
.
”
“
How
could
a
creature
so
exquisite
as
Isaura
Cicogna
ever
find
fascination
in
Gustave
Rameau
!
”
exclaimed
Enguerrand
.
“
A
woman
like
her
,
”
answered
De
Mauleon
,
“
always
finds
a
fascination
in
self-sacrifice
.
”
“
I
think
you
divine
the
truth
,
”
said
Savarin
,
rather
mournfully
.
“
But
I
must
bid
you
good-bye
.
May
we
live
to
shake
hands
reunis
sons
des
meilleurs
auspices
.
”
Here
Savarin
hurried
off
,
and
the
other
two
men
strolled
into
the
Champs
Elysees
,
which
were
crowded
with
loungers
,
gay
and
careless
,
as
if
there
had
been
no
disaster
at
Sedan
,
no
overthrow
of
an
Empire
,
no
enemy
on
its
road
to
Paris
.
In
fact
the
Parisians
,
at
once
the
most
incredulous
and
the
most
credulous
of
all
populations
,
believed
that
the
Prussians
would
never
be
so
impertinent
as
to
come
in
sight
of
the
gates
.
Something
would
occur
to
stop
them
!
The
king
had
declared
he
did
not
war
on
Frenchmen
,
but
on
the
Emperor
:
the
Emperor
gone
,
the
war
was
over
.
A
democratic
republic
was
instituted
.
A
horrible
thing
in
its
way
,
it
is
true
;
but
how
could
the
Pandour
tyrant
brave
the
infection
of
democratic
doctrines
among
his
own
barbarian
armies
?
Were
not
placards
,
addressed
to
our
“
German
brethren
,
”
posted
upon
the
walls
of
Paris
,
exhorting
the
Pandours
to
fraternise
with
their
fellow-creatures
?
Was
not
Victor
Hugo
going
to
publish
“
a
letter
to
the
German
people
”
?
Had
not
Jules
Favre
graciously
offered
peace
,
with
the
assurance
that
“
France
would
not
cede
a
stone
of
her
fortresses
—
an
inch
of
her
territory
?
She
would
pardon
the
invaders
and
not
march
upon
Berlin
!
”
To
all
these
,
and
many
more
such
incontestable
proofs
,
that
the
idea
of
a
siege
was
moonshine
,
did
Enguerrand
and
Victor
listen
as
they
joined
group
after
group
of
their
fellow-countrymen
:
nor
did
Paris
cease
to
harbour
such
pleasing
illusions
,
amusing
itself
with
piously
laying
crowns
at
the
foot
of
the
statue
of
Strasbourg
,
swearing
“
they
would
be
worthy
of
their
Alsatian
brethren
,
”
till
on
the
19th
of
September
the
last
telegram
was
received
,
and
Paris
was
cut
of
from
the
rest
of
the
world
by
the
iron
line
of
the
Prussian
invaders
.
“
Tranquil
and
terrible
,
”
says
Victor
Hugo
,
“
she
awaits
the
invasion
!
A
volcano
needs
no
assistance
.
”
CHAPTER
XII
.
We
left
Graham
Vane
slowly
recovering
from
the
attack
of
fever
which
had
arrested
his
journey
to
Berlin
in
quest
of
the
Count
von
Rudesheimn
.
He
was
,
however
,
saved
the
prosecution
of
that
journey
,
and
his
direction
turned
back
to
France
by
a
German
newspaper
which
informed
him
that
the
King
of
Prussia
was
at
Rheims
,
and
that
the
Count
von
Rudesheim
was
among
the
eminent
personages
gathered
there
around
their
sovereign
.
In
conversing
the
same
day
with
the
kindly
doctor
who
attended
him
,
Graham
ascertained
that
this
German
noble
held
a
high
command
in
the
German
armies
,
and
bore
a
no
less
distinguished
reputation
as
a
wise
political
counsellor
than
he
had
earned
as
a
military
chief
.
As
soon
as
he
was
able
to
travel
,
and
indeed
before
the
good
doctor
sanctioned
his
departure
,
Graham
took
his
way
to
Rheims
,
uncertain
,
however
,
whether
the
Count
would
still
be
found
there
.
I
spare
the
details
of
his
journey
,
interesting
as
they
were
.
On
reaching
the
famous
and
,
in
the
eyes
of
Legitimists
,
the
sacred
city
,
the
Englishman
had
no
difficulty
in
ascertaining
the
house
,
not
far
from
the
cathedral
,
in
which
the
Count
von
Rudesheim
had
taken
his
temporary
abode
.
Walking
towards
it
from
the
small
hotel
in
which
he
had
been
lucky
enough
to
find
a
room
disengaged
—
slowly
,
for
he
was
still
feeble
—
he
was
struck
by
the
quiet
conduct
of
the
German
soldiery
,
and
,
save
in
their
appearance
,
the
peaceful
aspect
of
the
streets
.
Indeed
,
there
was
an
air
of
festive
gaiety
about
the
place
,
as
in
an
English
town
in
which
some
popular
regiment
is
quartered
.
The
German
soldiers
thronged
the
shops
,
buying
largely
;
lounged
into
the
cafes
;
here
and
there
attempted
flirtations
with
the
grisettes
,
who
laughed
at
their
French
and
blushed
at
their
compliments
;
and
in
their
good-humoured
,
somewhat
bashful
cheeriness
,
there
was
no
trace
of
the
insolence
of
conquest
.
But
as
Graham
neared
the
precincts
of
the
cathedral
his
ear
caught
a
grave
and
solemn
music
,
which
he
at
first
supposed
to
come
from
within
the
building
.
But
as
he
paused
and
looked
round
,
he
saw
a
group
of
the
German
military
,
on
whose
stalwart
forms
and
fair
manly
earnest
faces
the
setting
sun
cast
its
calm
lingering
rays
.
They
were
chanting
,
in
voices
not
loud
but
deep
,
Luther’s
majestic
hymn
:
“
Nun
danket
alle
Gott
.
”
The
chant
awed
even
the
ragged
beggar
boys
who
had
followed
the
Englishman
,
as
they
followed
any
stranger
,
would
have
followed
King
William
himself
,
whining
for
alms
.
“
What
a
type
of
the
difference
between
the
two
nations
!
”
thought
Graham
;
“
the
Marseillaise
,
and
Luther’s
Hymn
!
”
While
thus
meditating
and
listening
,
a
man
in
a
general’s
uniform
came
slowly
out
of
the
cathedral
,
with
his
hands
clasped
behind
his
back
,
and
his
head
bent
slightly
downwards
.
He
,
too
,
paused
on
hearing
the
hymn
;
then
unclasped
his
hand
and
beckoned
to
one
of
the
officers
,
to
whom
approaching
he
whispered
a
word
or
two
,
and
passed
on
towards
the
Episcopal
palace
.
The
hymn
hushed
,
and
the
singers
quietly
dispersed
.
Graham
divined
rightly
that
the
general
had
thought
a
hymn
thanking
the
God
of
battles
might
wound
the
feelings
of
the
inhabitants
of
the
vanquished
city
—
not
,
however
,
that
any
of
them
were
likely
to
understand
the
language
in
which
the
thanks
were
uttered
.
Graham
followed
the
measured
steps
of
the
general
,
whose
hands
were
again
clasped
behind
his
back
—
the
musing
habit
of
Von
Moltke
,
as
it
had
been
of
Napoleon
the
First
.
Continuing
his
way
,
the
Englishman
soon
reached
the
house
in
which
the
Count
von
Rudesheim
was
lodged
,
and
,
sending
in
his
card
,
was
admitted
at
once
through
an
anteroom
in
which
sate
two
young
men
,
subaltern
officers
apparently
employed
in
draughting
maps
,
into
the
presence
of
the
Count
.
“
Pardon
me
,
”
said
Graham
,
after
the
first
conventional
salutation
,
“
if
I
interrupt
you
for
a
moment
or
so
in
the
midst
of
events
so
grave
,
on
a
matter
that
must
seem
to
you
very
trivial
.
”
“
Nay
,
”
answered
the
Count
,
“
there
is
nothing
so
trivial
in
this
world
but
what
there
will
be
some
one
to
whom
it
is
important
.
Say
how
I
can
serve
you
.
”
“
I
think
,
M
.
le
Comte
,
that
you
once
received
in
your
household
,
as
teacher
or
governess
,
a
French
lady
,
Madame
Marigny
.
”
“
Yes
,
I
remember
her
well
—
a
very
handsome
woman
.
My
wife
and
daughter
took
great
interest
in
her
.
She
was
married
out
of
my
house
.
”
“
Exactly
—
and
to
whom
?
”
“
An
Italian
of
good
birth
,
who
was
then
employed
by
the
Austrian
Government
in
some
minor
post
,
and
subsequently
promoted
to
a
better
one
in
the
Italian
dominion
,
which
then
belonged
to
the
house
of
Hapsburg
,
after
which
we
lost
sight
of
him
and
his
wife
.
”
“
An
Italian
—
what
was
his
name
?
”
“
Ludovico
Cicogna
.
”
“
Cicogna
!
”
exclaimed
Graham
,
turning
very
pale
.
“
Are
you
sure
that
was
the
name
?
”
“
Certainly
.
He
was
a
cadet
of
a
very
noble
house
,
and
disowned
by
relations
too
patriotic
to
forgive
him
for
accepting
employment
under
the
Austrian
Government
.
”
“
Can
you
not
give
me
the
address
of
the
place
in
Italy
to
which
he
was
transferred
on
leaving
Austria
?
”
“
No
;
but
if
the
information
be
necessary
to
you
,
it
can
be
obtained
easily
at
Milan
,
where
the
head
of
the
family
resides
,
or
indeed
in
Vienna
,
through
any
ministerial
bureau
.
”
“
Pardon
me
one
or
two
questions
more
.
Had
Madame
Marigny
any
children
by
a
former
husband
?
”
“
Not
that
I
know
of
:
I
never
heard
so
.
Signor
Cicogna
was
a
widower
,
and
had
,
if
I
remember
right
,
children
by
his
first
wife
,
who
was
also
a
Frenchwoman
.
Before
he
obtained
office
in
Austria
,
he
resided
,
I
believe
,
in
France
.
I
do
not
remember
how
many
children
he
had
by
his
first
wife
.
I
never
saw
them
.
Our
acquaintance
began
at
the
baths
of
Toplitz
,
where
he
saw
and
fell
violently
in
love
with
Madame
Marigny
.
After
their
marriage
,
they
went
to
his
post
,
which
was
somewhere
,
I
think
,
in
the
Tyrol
.
We
saw
no
more
of
them
;
but
my
wife
and
daughter
kept
up
a
correspondence
with
the
Signora
Cicogna
for
a
short
time
.
It
ceased
altogether
when
she
removed
into
Italy
.
”
“
You
do
not
even
know
if
the
Signora
is
still
living
?
”
“
No.
”
“
Her
husband
,
I
am
told
,
is
dead
.
”
“
Indeed
!
I
am
concerned
to
hear
it
.
A
good-looking
,
lively
,
clever
man
.
I
fear
he
must
have
lost
all
income
when
the
Austrian
dominions
passed
to
the
house
of
Savoy
.
”
“
Many
thanks
for
your
information
.
I
can
detain
you
no
longer
,
”
said
Graham
,
rising
.
“
Nay
,
I
am
not
very
busy
at
this
moment
;
but
I
fear
we
Germans
have
plenty
of
work
on
our
hands
.
”
“
I
had
hoped
that
,
now
the
French
Emperor
,
against
whom
your
king
made
war
,
was
set
aside
,
his
Prussian
majesty
would
make
peace
with
the
French
people
.
”
“
Most
willingly
would
he
do
so
if
the
French
people
would
let
him
.
But
it
must
be
through
a
French
Government
legally
chosen
by
the
people
.
And
they
have
chosen
none
!
A
mob
at
Paris
sets
up
a
provisional
administration
,
that
commences
by
declaring
that
it
will
not
give
up
‘an
inch
of
its
territory
nor
a
stone
of
its
fortresses.’
No
terms
of
peace
can
be
made
with
such
men
holding
such
talk
.
”
After
a
few
words
more
over
the
state
of
public
affairs
,
—
in
which
Graham
expressed
the
English
side
of
affairs
,
which
was
all
for
generosity
to
the
vanquished
;
and
the
Count
argued
much
more
ably
on
the
German
,
which
was
all
for
security
against
the
aggressions
of
a
people
that
would
not
admit
itself
to
be
vanquished
,
—
the
short
interview
closed
.
As
Graham
at
night
pursued
his
journey
to
Vienna
,
there
came
into
his
mind
Isaura’s
song
of
the
Neapolitan
fisherman
.
Had
he
,
too
,
been
blind
to
the
image
on
the
rock
?
Was
it
possible
that
all
the
while
he
had
been
resisting
the
impulse
of
his
heart
,
until
the
discharge
of
the
mission
entrusted
to
him
freed
his
choice
and
decided
his
fortunes
,
the
very
person
of
whom
he
was
in
search
had
been
before
him
,
then
to
be
for
ever
won
,
lost
to
him
now
for
ever
?
Could
Isaura
Cicogna
be
the
child
of
Louise
Duval
by
Richard
King
?
She
could
not
have
been
her
child
by
Cicogna
:
the
dates
forbade
that
hypothesis
.
Isaura
must
have
been
five
years
old
when
Louise
married
the
Italian
.
Arrived
at
Milan
,
Graham
quickly
ascertained
that
the
post
to
which
Ludovico
Cicogna
had
been
removed
was
in
Verona
,
and
that
he
had
there
died
eight
years
ago
.
Nothing
was
to
be
learned
as
to
his
family
or
his
circumstances
at
the
time
of
his
death
.
The
people
of
whose
history
we
know
the
least
are
the
relations
we
refuse
to
acknowledge
.
Graham
continued
his
journey
to
Verona
.
There
he
found
on
inquiry
that
the
Cicognas
had
occupied
an
apartment
in
a
house
which
stood
at
the
outskirts
of
the
town
and
had
been
since
pulled
down
to
make
way
for
some
public
improvements
.
But
his
closest
inquiries
could
gain
him
no
satisfactory
answers
to
the
all-important
questions
as
to
Ludovico
Cicogna’s
family
.
His
political
alienation
from
the
Italian
cause
,
which
was
nowhere
more
ardently
espoused
than
at
Verona
,
had
rendered
him
very
unpopular
.
He
visited
at
no
Italian
houses
.
Such
society
as
he
had
was
confined
to
the
Austrian
military
within
the
Quadrilateral
or
at
Venice
,
to
which
city
he
made
frequent
excursions
:
was
said
to
lead
there
a
free
and
gay
life
,
very
displeasing
to
the
Signora
,
whom
he
left
in
Verona
.
She
was
but
little
seen
,
and
faintly
remembered
as
very
handsome
and
proud-looking
.
Yes
,
there
were
children
—
a
girl
,
and
a
boy
several
years
younger
than
the
girl
;
but
whether
she
was
the
child
of
the
Signora
by
a
former
marriage
,
or
whether
the
Signora
was
only
the
child’s
stepmother
,
no
one
could
say
.
The
usual
clue
,
in
such
doubtful
matters
obtainable
through
servants
,
was
here
missing
.
The
Cicognas
had
only
kept
two
servants
,
and
both
were
Austrian
subjects
,
who
had
long
left
the
country
,
—
their
very
names
forgotten
.
Graham
now
called
to
mind
the
Englishman
Selby
,
for
whom
Isaura
had
such
grateful
affection
,
as
supplying
to
her
the
place
of
her
father
.
This
must
have
been
the
Englishman
whom
Louise
Duval
had
married
after
Cicogna’s
death
.
It
would
be
no
difficult
task
,
surely
,
to
ascertain
where
he
had
resided
.
Easy
enough
to
ascertain
all
that
Graham
wanted
to
know
from
Isaura
herself
,
if
a
letter
could
reach
her
.
But
,
as
he
knew
by
the
journals
,
Paris
was
now
invested
—
cut
off
from
all
communication
with
the
world
beyond
.
Too
irritable
,
anxious
,
and
impatient
to
wait
for
the
close
of
the
siege
,
though
he
never
suspected
it
could
last
so
long
as
it
did
,
he
hastened
to
Venice
,
and
there
learned
through
the
British
consul
that
the
late
Mr.
Selby
was
a
learned
antiquarian
,
an
accomplished
general
scholar
,
a
fanatico
in
music
,
a
man
of
gentle
temper
though
reserved
manners
;
had
at
one
time
lived
much
at
Venice
:
after
his
marriage
with
the
Signora
Cicogna
he
had
taken
up
his
abode
near
Florence
.
To
Florence
Graham
now
went
.
He
found
the
villa
on
the
skirts
of
Fiesole
at
which
Mr.
Selby
had
resided
.
The
peasant
who
had
officiated
as
gardener
and
shareholder
in
the
profits
of
vines
and
figs
,
was
still
,
with
his
wife
,
living
on
the
place
.
Both
man
and
wife
remembered
the
Inglese
well
;
spoke
of
him
with
great
affection
,
of
his
wife
with
great
dislike
.
They
said
her
manners
were
very
haughty
,
her
temper
very
violent
;
that
she
led
the
Inglese
a
very
unhappy
life
;
that
there
were
a
girl
and
a
boy
,
both
hers
by
a
former
marriage
;
but
when
closely
questioned
whether
they
were
sure
that
the
girl
was
the
Signora’s
child
by
the
former
husband
,
or
whether
she
was
not
the
child
of
that
husband
by
a
former
wife
,
they
could
not
tell
;
they
could
only
say
that
both
were
called
by
the
same
name
—
Cicogna
;
that
the
boy
was
the
Signora’s
favourite
—
that
indeed
she
seemed
wrapt
up
in
him
;
that
he
died
of
a
rapid
decline
a
few
months
after
Mr.
Selby
had
hired
the
place
,
and
that
shortly
after
his
death
the
Signora
left
the
place
and
never
returned
to
it
;
that
it
was
little
more
than
a
year
that
she
had
lived
with
her
husband
before
this
final
separation
took
place
.
The
girl
remained
with
Mr.
Selby
,
who
cherished
and
loved
her
as
his
own
child
.
Her
Christian
name
was
Isaura
,
the
boy’s
Luigi
.
A
few
years
later
,
Mr.
Selby
left
the
villa
and
went
to
Naples
,
where
they
heard
he
had
died
.
They
could
give
no
information
as
to
what
had
become
of
his
wife
:
Since
the
death
of
her
boy
that
lady
had
become
very
much
changed
—
her
spirits
quite
broken
,
no
longer
violent
.
She
would
sit
alone
and
weep
bitterly
.
The
only
person
out
of
her
family
she
would
receive
was
the
priest
;
till
the
boy’s
death
she
had
never
seen
the
priest
,
nor
been
known
to
attend
divine
service
.
“
Was
the
priest
living
?
”
“
Oh
,
no
;
he
had
been
dead
two
years
.
A
most
excellent
man
—
a
saint
,
”
said
the
peasant’s
wife
.
“
Good
priests
are
like
good
women
,
”
said
the
peasant
,
drily
;
“
there
are
plenty
of
them
,
but
they
are
all
underground
.
”
On
which
remark
the
wife
tried
to
box
his
ears
.
The
contadino
had
become
a
freethinker
since
the
accession
of
the
house
of
Savoy
.
His
wife
remained
a
good
Catholic
.
Said
the
peasant
as
,
escaping
from
his
wife
,
he
walked
into
the
high-road
with
Graham
,
“
My
belief
,
Eccellenza
,
is
,
that
the
priest
did
all
the
mischief
.
”
“
What
mischief
?
”
“
Persuaded
the
Signora
to
leave
her
husband
.
The
Inglese
was
not
a
Catholic
.
I
heard
the
priest
call
him
a
heretic
.
And
the
padre
,
who
,
though
not
so
bad
as
some
of
his
cloth
,
was
a
meddling
bigot
,
thought
it
perhaps
best
for
her
soul
that
it
should
part
company
with
a
heretic’s
person
.
I
can’t
say
for
sure
,
but
I
think
that
was
it
.
The
padre
seemed
to
triumph
when
the
Signora
was
gone
.
”
Graham
mused
.
The
peasant’s
supposition
was
not
improbable
.
A
woman
such
as
Louise
Duval
appeared
to
be
—
of
vehement
passions
and
ill-regulated
mind
—
was
just
one
of
those
who
,
in
a
moment
of
great
sorrow
,
and
estranged
from
the
ordinary
household
affections
,
feel
,
though
but
imperfectly
,
the
necessity
of
a
religion
,
and
,
ever
in
extremes
,
pass
at
once
from
indifferentism
into
superstition
.
Arrived
at
Naples
,
Graham
heard
little
of
Selby
except
as
a
literary
recluse
,
whose
only
distraction
from
books
was
the
operatic
stage
.
But
he
heard
much
of
Isaura
;
of
the
kindness
which
Madame
de
Grantmesnil
had
shown
to
her
,
when
left
by
Selby’s
death
alone
in
the
world
;
of
the
interest
which
the
friendship
and
the
warm
eulogies
of
one
so
eminent
as
the
great
French
writer
had
created
for
Isaura
in
the
artistic
circles
;
of
the
intense
sensation
her
appearance
,
her
voice
,
her
universal
genius
,
had
made
in
that
society
,
and
the
brilliant
hopes
of
her
subsequent
career
on
the
stage
the
cognoscenti
had
formed
.
No
one
knew
anything
of
her
mother
;
no
one
entertained
a
doubt
that
Isaura
was
by
birth
a
Cicogna
.
Graham
could
not
learn
the
present
whereabouts
of
Madame
de
Grantmesnil
.
She
had
long
left
Naples
,
and
had
been
last
heard
of
at
Genoa
;
was
supposed
to
have
returned
to
France
a
little
before
the
war
.
In
France
she
had
no
fixed
residence
.
The
simplest
mode
of
obtaining
authentic
information
whether
Isaura
was
the
daughter
of
Ludovico
Cicogna
by
his
first
wife
—
namely
,
by
registration
of
her
birth
—
failed
him
;
because
,
as
von
Rudesheim
had
said
,
his
first
wife
was
a
Frenchwoman
.
The
children
had
been
born
somewhere
in
France
,
no
one
could
even
guess
where
.
No
one
had
ever
seen
the
first
wife
,
who
had
never
appeared
in
Italy
,
nor
had
even
heard
what
was
her
maiden
name
.
Graham
,
meanwhile
,
was
not
aware
that
Isaura
was
still
in
the
besieged
city
,
whether
or
not
already
married
to
Gustave
Rameau
;
so
large
a
number
of
the
women
had
quitted
Paris
before
the
siege
began
,
that
he
had
reason
to
hope
she
was
among
them
.
He
heard
through
an
American
that
the
Morleys
had
gone
to
England
before
the
Prussian
investment
;
perhaps
Isaura
had
gone
with
them
.
He
wrote
to
Mrs.
Morley
,
inclosing
his
letter
to
the
Minister
of
the
United
States
at
the
Court
of
St.
James’s
,
and
while
still
at
Naples
received
her
answer
.
It
was
short
,
and
malignantly
bitter
.
“
Both
myself
and
Madame
Savarin
,
backed
by
Signora
Venosta
,
earnestly
entreated
Mademoiselle
Cicogna
to
quit
Paris
,
to
accompany
us
to
England
.
Her
devotion
to
her
affianced
husband
would
not
permit
her
to
listen
to
us
.
It
is
only
an
Englishman
who
could
suppose
Isaura
Cicogna
to
be
one
of
those
women
who
do
not
insist
on
sharing
the
perils
of
those
they
love
.
You
ask
whether
she
was
the
daughter
of
Ludovico
Cicogna
by
his
former
marriage
,
or
of
his
second
wife
by
him
.
I
cannot
answer
.
I
don’t
even
know
whether
Signor
Cicogna
ever
had
a
former
wife
.
Isaura
Cicogna
never
spoke
to
me
of
her
parents
.
Permit
me
to
ask
—
what
business
is
it
of
yours
now
?
Is
it
the
English
pride
that
makes
you
wish
to
learn
whether
on
both
sides
she
is
of
noble
family
?
How
can
that
discovery
alter
your
relations
towards
the
affianced
bride
of
another
?
”
On
receipt
of
this
letter
,
Graham
quitted
Naples
,
and
shortly
afterwards
found
himself
at
Versailles
.
He
obtained
permission
to
establish
himself
there
,
though
the
English
were
by
no
means
popular
.
Thus
near
to
Isaura
,
thus
sternly
separated
from
her
,
Graham
awaited
the
close
of
the
siege
.
Few
among
those
at
Versailles
believed
that
the
Parisians
would
endure
it
much
longer
.
Surely
they
would
capitulate
before
the
bombardment
,
which
the
Germans
themselves
disliked
to
contemplate
as
a
last
resource
,
could
commence
.
In
his
own
mind
Graham
was
convinced
that
Isaura
was
the
child
of
Richard
King
.
It
seemed
to
him
probable
that
Louise
Duval
,
unable
to
assign
any
real
name
to
the
daughter
of
the
marriage
she
disowned
,
—
neither
the
name
borne
by
the
repudiated
husband
,
nor
her
own
maiden
name
,
—
would
,
on
taking
her
daughter
to
her
new
home
,
have
induced
Cicogna
to
give
the
child
his
name
,
or
that
after
Cicogna’s
death
she
herself
had
so
designated
the
girl
.
A
dispassionate
confidant
,
could
Graham
have
admitted
any
confidant
whatever
,
might
have
suggested
the
more
than
equal
probability
that
Isaura
was
Cicogna’s
daughter
by
his
former
espousal
.
But
then
what
could
have
become
of
Richard
King’s
child
?
To
part
with
the
fortune
in
his
hands
,
to
relinquish
all
the
ambitious
dreams
which
belonged
to
it
,
cost
Graham
Vane
no
pang
:
but
he
writhed
with
indignant
grief
when
he
thought
that
the
wealth
of
Richard
King’s
heiress
was
to
pass
to
the
hands
of
Gustave
Rameau
,
—
that
this
was
to
be
the
end
of
his
researches
—
this
the
result
of
the
sacrifice
his
sense
of
honour
imposed
on
him
.
And
now
that
there
was
the
probability
that
he
must
convey
to
Isaura
this
large
inheritance
,
the
practical
difficulty
of
inventing
some
reason
for
such
a
donation
,
which
he
had
,
while
at
a
distance
made
light
of
,
became
seriously
apparent
.
How
could
he
say
to
Isaura
that
he
had
L200
,
000.
in
trust
for
her
,
without
naming
any
one
so
devising
it
?
Still
more
,
how
constitute
himself
her
guardian
,
so
as
to
secure
it
to
herself
,
independently
of
her
husband
?
Perhaps
Isaura
was
too
infatuated
with
Rameau
,
or
too
romantically
unselfish
,
to
permit
the
fortune
so
mysteriously
conveyed
being
exclusively
appropriated
to
herself
.
And
if
she
were
already
married
to
Rameau
,
and
if
he
were
armed
with
the
right
to
inquire
into
the
source
of
this
fortune
,
how
exposed
to
the
risks
of
disclosure
would
become
the
secret
Graham
sought
to
conceal
.
Such
a
secret
affecting
the
memory
of
the
sacred
dead
,
affixing
a
shame
on
the
scutcheon
of
the
living
,
in
the
irreverent
hands
of
a
Gustave
Rameau
,
—
it
was
too
dreadful
to
contemplate
such
a
hazard
.
And
yet
,
if
Isaura
were
the
missing
heiress
,
could
Graham
Vane
admit
any
excuse
for
basely
withholding
from
her
,
for
coolly
retaining
to
himself
the
wealth
for
which
he
was
responsible
?
Yet
,
torturing
as
were
these
communings
with
himself
,
they
were
mild
in
their
torture
compared
to
the
ever-growing
anguish
of
the
thought
that
in
any
case
the
only
woman
he
had
ever
loved
—
ever
could
love
,
—
who
might
but
for
his
own
scruples
and
prejudices
have
been
the
partner
of
his
life
,
was
perhaps
now
actually
the
wife
of
another
,
and
,
as
such
,
in
what
terrible
danger
!
Famine
within
the
walls
of
the
doomed
city
:
without
,
the
engines
of
death
waiting
for
a
signal
.
So
near
to
her
,
and
yet
so
far
!
So
willing
to
die
for
her
,
if
for
her
he
could
not
live
:
and
with
all
his
devotion
,
all
his
intellect
,
all
his
wealth
,
so
powerless
!
CHAPTER
XIII
.
It
is
now
the
middle
of
November-a
Sunday
.
The
day
has
been
mild
,
and
is
drawing
towards
its
close
.
The
Parisians
have
been
enjoying
the
sunshine
.
Under
the
leafless
trees
in
the
public
gardens
and
the
Champs
Elysees
children
have
been
at
play
.
On
the
Boulevards
the
old
elegance
of
gaiety
is
succeeded
by
a
livelier
animation
.
Itinerant
musicians
gather
round
them
ragged
groups
.
Fortune-tellers
are
in
great
request
,
especially
among
the
once
brilliant
Laises
and
Thaises
,
now
looking
more
shabby
,
to
whom
they
predict
the
speedy
restoration
of
Nabobs
and
Russians
,
and
golden
joys
.
Yonder
Punch
is
achieving
a
victory
over
the
Evil
One
,
who
wears
the
Prussian
spiked
helmet
,
and
whose
face
has
been
recently
beautified
into
a
resemblance
to
Bismarck
.
Punch
draws
to
his
show
a
laughing
audience
of
Moblots
and
recruits
to
the
new
companies
of
the
National
Guard
.
Members
of
the
once
formidable
police
,
now
threadbare
and
hunger-pinched
,
stand
side
by
side
with
unfortunate
beggars
and
sinister-looking
patriots
who
have
served
their
time
in
the
jails
or
galleys
.
Uniforms
of
all
variety
are
conspicuous
—
the
only
evidence
visible
of
an
enemy
at
the
walls
.
But
the
aspects
of
the
wearers
of
warlike
accoutrements
are
debonnaire
and
smiling
,
as
of
revellers
on
a
holiday
of
peace
.
Among
these
defenders
of
their
country
,
at
the
door
of
a
crowded
cafe
,
stands
Frederic
Lemercier
,
superb
in
the
costume
,
bran-new
,
of
a
National
Guard
,
—
his
dog
Fox
tranquilly
reposing
on
its
haunches
,
with
eyes
fixed
upon
its
fellow-dog
philosophically
musing
on
the
edge
of
Punch’s
show
,
whose
master
is
engaged
in
the
conquest
of
the
Bismarck
fiend
.
“
Lemercier
,
”
cried
the
Vicomte
de
Breze
,
approaching
the
cafe
,
“
I
scarcely
recognise
you
in
that
martial
guise
.
You
look
magnifique
—
the
galons
become
you
.
Peste
!
an
officer
already
?
”
“
The
National
Guards
and
Mobiles
are
permitted
to
choose
their
own
officers
,
as
you
are
aware
.
I
have
been
elected
,
but
to
subaltern
grade
,
by
the
warlike
patriots
of
my
department
.
Enguerrand
de
Vandemar
is
elected
a
captain
of
the
Mobiles
in
his
,
and
Victor
de
Mauleon
is
appointed
to
the
command
of
a
battalion
of
the
National
Guards
.
But
I
soar
above
jealousy
at
such
a
moment
,
—
“
‘Rome
a
choisi
mon
bras
;
je
n’examine
rien.’
”
“
You
have
no
right
to
be
jealous
.
De
Mauldon
has
had
experience
and
won
distinction
in
actual
service
,
and
from
all
I
hear
is
doing
wonders
with
his
men
—
has
got
them
not
only
to
keep
but
to
love
drill
.
I
heard
no
less
an
authority
than
General
V
—
—
say
that
if
all
the
officers
of
the
National
Guard
were
like
De
Mauleon
,
that
body
would
give
an
example
of
discipline
to
the
line
.
”
“
I
say
nothing
as
to
the
promotion
of
a
real
soldier
like
the
Vicomte
—
but
a
Parisian
dandy
like
Euguerrand
de
Vande
—
”
“
You
forget
that
Enguerrand
received
a
military
education
—
an
advantage
denied
to
you
.
”
“
What
does
that
matter
?
Who
cares
for
education
nowadays
?
Besides
,
have
I
not
been
training
ever
since
the
4th
of
September
,
to
say
nothing
of
the
hard
work
on
the
ramparts
?
”
“
Parlez
moi
de
cela
it
is
indeed
hard
work
on
the
ramparts
.
Infandum
dolorem
quorum
pars
magna
fui
.
Take
the
day
duty
.
What
with
rising
at
seven
o’clock
,
and
being
drilled
between
a
middle-aged
and
corpulent
grocer
on
one
side
and
a
meagre
beardless
barber’s
apprentice
on
the
other
;
what
with
going
to
the
bastions
at
eleven
,
and
seeing
half
one’s
companions
drunk
before
twelve
;
what
with
trying
to
keep
their
fists
off
one’s
face
when
one
politely
asks
them
not
to
call
one’s
general
a
traitor
or
a
poltroon
,
—
the
work
of
the
ramparts
would
be
insupportable
,
if
I
did
not
take
a
pack
of
cards
with
me
,
and
enjoy
a
quiet
rubber
with
three
other
heroes
in
some
sequestered
corner
.
As
for
night
work
,
nothing
short
of
the
indomitable
fortitude
of
a
Parisian
could
sustain
it
;
the
tents
made
expressly
not
to
be
waterproof
,
like
the
groves
of
the
Muses
,
“
’
per
Quos
et
aquea
subeant
et
aurae.’
A
fellow-companion
of
mine
tucks
himself
up
on
my
rug
,
and
pillows
his
head
on
my
knapsack
.
I
remonstrate
—
he
swears
—
the
other
heroes
wake
up
and
threaten
to
thrash
us
both
;
and
just
when
peace
is
made
,
and
one
hopes
for
a
wink
of
sleep
,
a
detachment
of
spectators
,
chiefly
gamins
,
coming
to
see
that
all
is
safe
in
the
camp
,
strike
up
the
Marseillaise
.
Ah
,
the
world
will
ring
to
the
end
of
time
with
the
sublime
attitude
of
Paris
in
the
face
of
the
Vandal
invaders
,
especially
when
it
learns
that
the
very
shoes
we
stand
in
are
made
of
cardboard
.
In
vain
we
complain
.
The
contractor
for
shoes
is
a
staunch
Republican
,
and
jobs
by
right
divine
.
May
I
ask
if
you
have
dined
yet
?
”
“
Heavens
!
no
,
it
is
too
early
.
But
I
am
excessively
hungry
.
I
had
only
a
quarter
of
jugged
cat
for
breakfast
,
and
the
brute
was
tough
.
In
reply
to
your
question
,
may
I
put
another
—
Did
you
lay
in
plenty
of
stores
?
”
“
Stores
?
no
;
I
am
a
bachelor
,
and
rely
on
the
stores
of
my
married
friends
.
”
“
Poor
De
Breze
!
I
sympathise
with
you
,
for
I
am
in
the
same
boat
,
and
dinner
invitations
have
become
monstrous
rare
.
”
“
Oh
,
but
you
are
so
confoundedly
rich
!
What
to
you
are
forty
francs
for
a
rabbit
,
or
eighty
francs
for
a
turkey
?
”
“
Well
,
I
suppose
I
am
rich
,
but
I
have
no
money
,
and
the
ungrateful
restaurants
will
not
give
me
credit
.
They
don’t
believe
in
better
days
.
”
“
How
can
you
want
money
?
”
“
Very
naturally
.
I
had
invested
my
capital
famously-the
best
speculations
—
partly
in
house
rents
,
partly
in
company
shares
;
and
houses
pay
no
rents
,
and
nobody
will
buy
company
shares
.
I
had
1
,
000
napoleons
on
hand
,
it
is
true
,
when
Duplessis
left
Paris
—
much
more
,
I
thought
,
than
I
could
possibly
need
,
for
I
never
believed
in
the
siege
.
But
during
the
first
few
weeks
I
played
at
whist
with
bad
luck
,
and
since
then
so
many
old
friends
have
borrowed
of
me
that
I
doubt
if
I
have
200
francs
left
.
I
have
despatched
four
letters
to
Duplessis
by
pigeon
and
balloon
,
entreating
him
to
send
me
25
,
000
francs
by
some
trusty
fellow
who
will
pierce
the
Prussian
lines
.
I
have
had
two
answers
:
1st
,
that
he
will
find
a
man
;
2nd
,
that
the
man
is
found
and
on
his
way
.
Trust
to
that
man
,
my
dear
friend
,
and
meanwhile
lend
me
200
francs
.
”
“
Mon
cher
,
desole
to
refuse
;
but
I
was
about
to
ask
you
to
share
your
200
francs
with
me
who
live
chiefly
by
my
pen
;
and
that
resource
is
cut
off
.
Still
,
il
faut
vivre
—
one
must
dine
.
”
“
That
is
a
fact
,
and
we
will
dine
together
to-day
at
my
expense
;
limited
liability
,
though
—
eight
francs
a
head
.
”
“
Generous
Monsieur
,
I
accept
.
Meanwhile
let
us
take
a
turn
towards
the
Madeleine
.
”
The
two
Parisians
quit
the
cafe
,
and
proceed
up
the
Boulevard
.
On
their
way
they
encounter
Savarin
.
“
Why
,
”
said
De
Breze
,
“
I
thought
you
had
left
Paris
with
Madame
.
”
“
So
I
did
,
and
deposited
her
safely
with
the
Morleys
at
Boulogne
.
These
kind
Americans
were
going
to
England
,
and
they
took
her
with
them
.
But
I
quit
Paris
!
No
:
I
am
old
;
I
am
growing
obese
.
I
have
always
been
short-sighted
.
I
can
neither
wield
a
sword
nor
handle
a
musket
.
But
Paris
needs
defenders
;
and
every
moment
I
was
away
from
her
I
sighed
to
myself
,
‘il
faut
etre
la
!
’
I
returned
before
the
Vandals
had
possessed
themselves
of
our
railways
,
the
convoi
overcrowded
with
men
like
myself
,
who
had
removed
wives
and
families
;
and
when
we
asked
each
other
why
we
went
back
,
every
answer
was
the
same
,
‘il
faut
etre
la.’
No
,
poor
child
,
no
—
I
have
nothing
to
give
you
.
”
These
last
words
were
addressed
to
a
woman
young
and
handsome
,
with
a
dress
that
a
few
weeks
ago
might
have
been
admired
for
taste
and
elegance
by
the
lady
leaders
of
the
ton
,
but
was
now
darned
,
and
dirty
,
and
draggled
.
“
Monsieur
,
I
did
not
stop
you
to
ask
for
alms
.
You
do
not
seem
to
remember
me
,
M
.
Savarin
.
”
“
But
I
do
,
”
said
Lemercier
,
“
surely
I
address
Mademoiselle
Julie
Caumartin
.
”
“
Ah
,
excuse
me
,
le
petit
Frederic
,
”
said
Julie
with
a
sickly
attempt
at
coquettish
sprightliness
;
“
I
had
no
eyes
except
for
M
.
Savarin
.
”
“
And
why
only
for
me
,
my
poor
child
?
”
asked
the
kindhearted
author
.
“
Hush
!
”
She
drew
him
aside
.
“
Because
you
can
give
me
news
of
that
monster
Gustave
.
It
is
not
true
,
it
cannot
be
true
,
that
he
is
going
to
be
married
?
”
“
Nay
,
surely
,
Mademoiselle
,
all
connection
between
you
and
young
Rameau
has
ceased
for
months
—
ceased
from
the
date
of
that
illness
in
July
which
nearly
carried
him
off
.
”
“
I
resigned
him
to
the
care
of
his
mother
,
”
said
the
girl
;
“
but
when
he
no
longer
needs
a
mother
,
he
belongs
to
me
.
Oh
,
consider
,
M
.
Savarin
,
for
his
sake
I
refused
the
most
splendid
offers
!
When
he
sought
me
,
I
had
my
coupe
,
my
opera-box
,
my
cachemires
,
my
jewels
.
The
Russians
—
the
English
—
vied
for
my
smiles
.
But
I
loved
the
man
.
I
never
loved
before
:
I
shall
never
love
again
;
and
after
the
sacrifices
I
have
made
for
him
,
nothing
shall
induce
me
to
give
him
up
.
Tell
me
,
I
entreat
,
my
dear
M
.
Savarin
,
where
he
is
hiding
.
He
has
left
the
parental
roof
,
and
they
refused
there
to
give
me
his
address
.
”
“
My
poor
girl
,
don’t
be
mechante
.
It
is
quite
true
that
Gustave
Rameau
is
engaged
to
be
married
;
and
any
attempt
of
yours
to
create
scandal
—
”
“
Monsieur
,
”
interrupted
Julie
,
vehemently
,
“
don’t
talk
to
me
about
scandal
!
The
man
is
mine
,
and
no
one
else
shall
have
him
.
His
address
?
”
“
Mademoiselle
,
”
cried
Savarin
,
angrily
,
“
find
it
out
for
yourself
.
”
Then
—
repentant
of
rudeness
to
one
so
young
and
so
desolate
—
he
added
,
in
mild
expostulatory
accents
:
“
Come
,
come
,
ma
belle
enfant
,
be
reasonable
:
Gustave
is
no
loss
.
He
is
reduced
to
poverty
.
”
“
So
much
the
better
.
When
he
was
well
off
I
never
cost
him
more
than
a
supper
at
the
Maison
Doree
;
and
if
he
is
poor
he
shall
marry
me
,
and
I
will
support
him
!
”
“
You
!
—
and
how
?
”
“
By
my
profession
when
peace
comes
;
and
meanwhile
I
have
offers
from
a
cafe
to
recite
warlike
songs
.
Ah
!
you
shake
your
head
incredulously
.
The
ballet-dancer
recite
verses
?
Yes
!
he
taught
me
to
recite
his
own
Soyez
bon
pour
moi
.
M
.
Savarin
!
do
say
where
I
can
find
mon
homme
.
”
“
No.
”
“
That
is
your
last
word
?
”
“
It
is
.
”
The
girl
drew
her
thin
shawl
round
her
and
hurried
off
.
Savarin
rejoined
his
friends
.
“
Is
that
the
way
you
console
yourself
for
the
absence
of
Madame
?
”
asked
De
Breze
,
drily
.
“
Fie
!
”
cried
Savarin
,
indignantly
;
“
such
bad
jokes
are
ill-timed
.
What
strange
mixtures
of
good
and
bad
,
of
noble
and
base
,
every
stratum
of
Paris
life
contains
!
There
is
that
poor
girl
,
in
one
way
contemptible
,
no
doubt
,
and
yet
in
another
way
she
has
an
element
of
grandeur
.
On
the
whole
,
at
Paris
,
the
women
,
with
all
their
faults
,
are
of
finer
mould
than
the
men
.
”
“
French
gallantry
has
always
admitted
that
truth
,
”
said
Lemercier
.
“
Fox
,
Fox
,
Fox
.
”
Uttering
this
cry
,
he
darted
forward
after
the
dog
,
who
had
strayed
a
few
yards
to
salute
another
dog
led
by
a
string
,
and
caught
the
animal
in
his
arms
.
“
Pardon
me
,
”
he
exclaimed
,
returning
to
his
friends
,
“
but
there
are
so
many
snares
for
dogs
at
present
.
They
are
just
coming
into
fashion
for
roasts
,
and
Fox
is
so
plump
