"What do you mean to say?"
"I never wish to leave you again. Neither do I wish to leave Francois and Amandine."
"Your little brother and sister?"
"Yes; from this day I must be to them a father--you comprehend. This gives me duties to perform, and tames me. I am obliged to take charge of them. They wished to make finished thieves of them; to save them, I shall take them away."
"Where?"
"I don"t know; but certainly far from Paris."
"And me?"
"You? I will take you also."
"Take me also?" cried La Louve, in a joyous delirium. She could not believe in so much happiness. "I shall not leave you?"
"No, my brave Louve, never. You shall aid me to bring up these children. I know you. On saying to you, I wish that my poor little Amandine should be a virtuous girl, I know what you will be for her; a good mother."
"Oh! thank you, Martial, thank you!"
"We will live as honest work-folks; be easy, we will find work; we will toil like negroes. At least, these children shall not be gallows"
birds, like their father and mother. I shall not hear myself called any more the son and brother of a _guillotine_; in fine, I shall no more pa.s.s through the streets where I am known. But what is the matter?"
"Martial, I am afraid I shall become crazy."
"Crazy?"
"Crazy with joy!"
"Why?"
"Because this is too much."
"What?"
"What you ask me. Oh! it is too much. Saving the Goualeuse, this has brought me this happiness; it must be so."
"But once more, what is the matter?"
"What you have just said. Oh, Martial, Martial!"
"Well?"
"I came to ask you!"
"To leave Paris?"
"Yes," answered she, quickly; "to go with you in the woods, where we would have a nice little house, children whom I should love; oh! how I should love them! how your Louve would love the children of her Martial; or, rather, if you wished it," said La Louve, trembling, "I would call you my husband; for we shall not have the place unless you consent to this," she hastened to add, quickly.
Martial, in his turn, looked at La Louve with astonishment, not in the least understanding her words. "Of what place do you speak?"
"A gamekeeper"s."
"That I shall have?--and who will give it to me?"
"The protectors of the girl whom I have saved."
"Who is she, then?"
I don"t know; I can"t understand anything; but in my life I have never seen, never heard anything like her; she is like a fairy to read what one has in the heart. When I told her how much I loved you, instantly, on that account, she became interested, not by using hard words (you know how I would have stood that), but by speaking to me of a very laborious, hard life, tranquilly pa.s.sed with you according to your taste, in the midst of the forest; only, according to her idea, instead of being a poacher you were a gamekeeper, and I your wife; and then our children were to run to meet you when you returned at night from your rounds, with dogs, your gun on your shoulder; and then we should sup at the door of the cabin, in the cool of the evening, under the large trees; and then we would retire to rest so happy, so peaceful. What shall I say? in spite of myself I listened; it was like a charm. If you knew--she spoke so well, so well--that--all that she said, I thought I could see; I dreamed wide awake!"
"Oh! yes; it would be a happy life," said Martial, sighing in his turn; "without being altogether black at heart, poor Francois has a.s.sociated too much with Calabash and Nicholas; so that the good air of the woods will be much better for him than the air of the city.
Amandine could help you in the house; I would be a good keeper, as I was a famous poacher. I should have you for a manager, my brave Louve; and then, as you say, with children, what should we need? When once one is accustomed to the forest, one is quite at home; a hundred years would pa.s.s as one day; but, see now, I am a fool. Hold! you should not have spoken to me of this life; it only causes regrets, that"s all."
"I let you go on, because you say exactly what I did to La Goualeuse."
"How?"
"Yes, in listening to these fairy tales, I said to her, "What a pity that these castles in the air, La Goualeuse, are not the truth!" Do you know what she answered, Martial?" said La Louve, her eyes sparkling with joy.
"No."
""Let Martial marry you; promise both of you to live an honest life, and this place, which causes you so much envy, I am almost sure to obtain for you on leaving the prison," was her answer."
"A gamekeeper"s place for me?"
"Yes, for you."
"But you are right-it is a dream. If it only were needful that I should marry you to obtain this place, my brave Louve, it should be done to-morrow, if I had the means; for, from to-day you are my wife-- my true wife."
"Martial, I your real wife?"
"My real, my sole wife, and I wish you to call me your husband--it is just the same as if the mayor had joined us."
"Oh! La Goualeuse was right; it makes one so proud to say, "My husband!" Martial--you shall see your Louve keeping house, at work!
you shall see."
"But this place--do you believe?"
"Poor little Goualeuse, if she is deceived it is others" faults; for she appeared to believe what she told me. Besides, just now, on leaving the prison, the inspectress told me that the protectors of La Goualeuse, people of high rank, had taken her from the prison this very day: that proves that she has benefactors, and that she can do what she has promised."
"Oh!" cried Martial, suddenly, rising from his seat, "I do not know what we are thinking about."
"What is it?"
"This girl is below, dying, perhaps; and instead of helping her, we are here."
"Be satisfied; Francois and Amandine are with her; they would have called us if there had been any danger. But you are right; let us go to her; you must see her, she to whom, perhaps, we shall owe our happiness." And Martial, leaning on the arm of La Louve, descended the stairs.