"Hanged if I haven"t seen that fellow in the black choker before!" said Mr Bagsby; "or, at all events, I"ve seen his double. I say, Mr Dunshunner, who is the chap that came in just now?"
"I really cannot tell, Mr Bagsby. Monte-Christo calls him simply Mr Albert, a workman."
"That"s their fraternity, I suppose! If I thought he was an operative, I"d be off in the twinkling of a billy-roller. But it"s all a hoax. Do you know, I think he"s very like a certain n.o.ble--"
Here an aide-de-camp, booted and spurred, dashed into the apartment.
"General! you are wanted immediately: the _emeute_ has begun, half Paris is rushing to arms, and they are singing the Ma.r.s.eillaise through the streets!"
"Anything else?" said the General, who, with inimitable _sang froid_, was sipping a tumbler of orgeat.
"Guizot has resigned."
"Bravo!" cried the little gentleman above referred to--and he cut a caper that might have done credit to Vestris. "Bravo! there is some chance for capable men now."
"I was told," continued the aide-de-camp, "as I came along, that Count Mole had been sent for."
"Mole! bah! an imbecile!" muttered the diminutive statesman. "It was not worth a revolution to produce such a miserable result."
"And what say the people?" asked our host.
"_Cela ne suffit pas!_"
"_Ah, les bons citoyens! Ah! les braves garcons! Je les connais!_" And here the candidate for office executed a playful pirouette.
"Nevertheless," said Lamoriciere, "we must do our duty."
"Which is?" interrupted De la Pailleterie.
"To see the play played out, at all events," replied the military patriot; "and therefore, messieurs, I have the honour to wish you all a very good evening."
"But stop, General," cried two or three voices: "what would you advise us to do?"
"In the first place, gentlemen," replied the warrior, and his words were listened to with the deepest attention, "I would recommend you, as the streets are in a disturbed state, to see the ladies home. That duty performed, you will probably be guided by your own sagacity and tastes.
The National Guard will, of course, muster at their quarters. Gentlemen who are of an architectural genius will probably be gratified by an opportunity of inspecting several barricades in different parts of the city; and I have always observed, that behind a wall of this description there is little danger from a pa.s.sing bullet. Others, who are fond of fireworks, may possibly find an opportunity of improving themselves in the pyrotechnic art. But I detain you, gentlemen, I fear unjustifiably; and as I observe that the firing has begun, I have the honour once more to renew my salutations."
And in fact a sharp fusillade was heard without, towards the conclusion of the General"s harangue. The whole party was thrown into confusion; several ladies showed symptoms of fainting, and were incontinently received in the arms of their respective cavaliers.
The aspiring statesman had disappeared. Whether he got under a sofa, or up the chimney, I do not know, but he vanished utterly from my eyes.
Monte-Christo was in a prodigious state of excitement.
"I have kept my word, you see," he said: "this may be misconstrued in history, but I call upon you to bear witness that the revolution was a triumph of genius. O France!" continued he, filling his pocket with macaroons, "the hour of thine emanc.i.p.ation has come!"
Observing a middle-aged lady making towards the door without male escort, I thought it inc.u.mbent upon me to tender my services, in compliance with the suggestions of the gallant Lamoriciere. I was a good deal obstructed, however, by Mr Hutton Bagsby, who, in extreme alarm, was cleaving to the skirts of my garments.
"Can I be of the slightest a.s.sistance in offering my escort to madame?"
said I with a respectful bow.
The lady looked at me with unfeigned surprise.
"Monsieur mistakes, I believe," said she quietly. "Perhaps he thinks I carry a fan. Look here"--and she exhibited the b.u.t.t of an enormous horse-pistol. "The auth.o.r.ess of Lelia knows well how to command respect for herself."
"George Sand!" I exclaimed in amazement.
"The same, Monsieur; who will be happy to meet you this evening at an early hour, behind the barricade of the Rue Montmartre."
"O good Lord!" cried Mr Hutton Bagsby, "here is a precious kettle of fish! They are firing out yonder like mad; they"ll be breaking into the houses next, and we"ll all be murdered to a man."
"Do not be alarmed, Mr Bagsby; this is a mere political revolution. The people have no animosity whatever to strangers."
"Haven"t they? I wish you had seen the way the waiter looked this morning at my dressing-case. They"d tie me up to the lamp-post at once for the sake of my watch and seals! And I don"t know a single word of their b.l.o.o.d.y language. I wish the leaders of the League had been hanged before they sent me here."
"What! then you are here upon a mission?"
"Yes, I"m a delegate, as they call it. O Lord, I wish somebody would take me home!"
"Where do you reside, Mr Bagsby?"
"I don"t know the name of the street, and the man who brought me here has just gone away with a gun! Oh dear! what shall I do?"
I really felt considerably embarra.s.sed. By this time Monte-Christo and most of his guests had departed, and I knew no one to whom I could consign the unfortunate and terrified free-trader. I sincerely pitied poor Bagsby, who was eminently unfitted for this sort of work; and was just about to offer him an asylum in my own apartments, when I felt my shoulder touched, and, turning round, recognised the intelligent though sarcastic features of Albert the ouvrier.
"You are both English?" he said in a perfectly pure dialect. "_Eh bien_, I like the English, and I wish they understood us better. You are in difficulties. Well, I will a.s.sist. Come with me. You may depend upon the honour of a member of the Inst.i.tute. Workman as I am, I have some influence here. Come--is it a bargain? Only one caution, gentlemen: remember where you are, and that the watchwords for the night are _fraternite_, _egalite!_ You comprehend? Let us lose no time, but follow me."
So saying, he strode to the door. Bagsby said not a word, but clutched my arm. But as we descended the staircase, he muttered in my ear as well as the chattering of his teeth would allow:--
"It is _him_--I am perfectly certain! Who on earth would have believed this! O Lord Harry!"
CHAPTER III.
THE BARRICADES.
The streets were in a state of wild commotion. Everywhere we encountered crowds of truculent working fellows, dressed in blouses, and armed with muskets, who were pressing towards the Boulevards. Sometimes they pa.s.sed us in hurried groups; at other times the way was intercepted by a regular procession bearing torches, and singing the war-hymn of Ma.r.s.eilles. Those who judge of the physical powers of the French people by the specimens they usually encounter in the streets of Paris, are certain to form an erroneous estimate. A more powerful and athletic race than the workmen is scarcely to be found in Europe; and it was not, I confess, without a certain sensation of terror, that I found myself launched into the midst of this wild and uncontrollable mob, whose furious gestures testified to their excitement, and whose brawny arms were bared, and ready for the work of slaughter.
Considering the immense military force which was known to be stationed in and around Paris, it seemed to me quite miraculous that no effective demonstration had been made. Possibly the troops might be drawn up in some of the wider streets or squares, but hitherto we had encountered none. Several bodies of the National Guard, it is true, occasionally went by; but these did not seem to be considered as part of the military force, nor did they take any active steps towards the quelling of the disturbance. At times, however, the sound of distant firing warned us that the struggle had begun.
Poor Bagsby clung to my arm in a perfect paroxysm of fear. I had cautioned him, as we went out, on no account to open his lips, or to make any remarks which might serve to betray his origin. The creature was quite docile, and followed in the footsteps of Monsieur Albert like a lamb. That mysterious personage strode boldly forward, chuckling to himself as he went, and certainly exhibited a profound knowledge of the topography of Paris. Once or twice we were stopped and questioned; but a few cabalistic words from our leader solved all difficulties, and we were allowed to proceed amidst general and vociferous applause.
At length, as we approached the termination of a long and narrow street, we heard a tremendous shouting, and the unmistakable sounds of conflict.
"Here come the Munic.i.p.al Guards!" cried M. Albert, quickly. "These fellows fight like demons, and have no regard for the persons of the people. Follow me, gentlemen, this way, and speedily, if you do not wish to be sliced like blanc-mange!"
With these words the ouvrier dived into a dark lane, and we lost no time in following his example. I had no idea whatever of our locality, but it seemed evident that we were in one of the worst quarters of Paris.
Every lamp in the lane had been broken, so that we could form no opinion of its character from vision. It was, however, ankle-deep of mud--a circ.u.mstance by no means likely to prolong the existence of my glazed boots. Altogether, I did not like the situation; and had it not been for the guarantee as to M. Albert"s respectability, implied from his acquaintance with Monte-Christo, I think I should have preferred trusting myself to the tender mercies of the Munic.i.p.al Guard. As for poor Bagsby, his teeth were going like castanets.
"You seem cold, sir," said Albert, in a deep and husky voice, as we reached a part of the lane apparently fenced in by dead walls. "This is a wild night for a Manchester weaver to be wandering in the streets of Paris!"
"O Lord! you know me, then?" groaned Bagsby, with a piteous accent.