"By me," replied Mme. la d.u.c.h.esse.
"By you, Sophie! Impossible!"
"And G.o.d alive, why impossible, I pray you?" she retorted. "The money, I understand, is in a very portable form, notes and bankers" drafts, which can be stowed away quite easily. Why shouldn"t I be journeying back to Paris after Crystal"s wedding? Who would suspect me, I should like to know, of carrying twenty-five millions under my petticoats? All I should want would be a couple of st.u.r.dy fellows on the box to protect me against footpads. Impossible?" she continued tartly. "Men are always so ready with that word. Get a sensible woman, I say, and she will solve your difficulties before you have finished exclaiming: "Impossible!""
And she looked triumphantly from one man to the other. There was obvious relief on the ruddy face of little M. Fourier, and even M. le Comte was visibly taken with the idea.
"Well!" he at last condescended to say, "it does sound feasible after all."
"Feasible? Of course it"s feasible," said Madame with a shrug of contempt. "Either the King is in want of the money, or he is not. Either Bonaparte is likely to get it or he is not. If the King wants it, he must have it at any cost and any risk. Twenty-five millions in Bonaparte"s hands at this juncture would help him to reconst.i.tute his army and make it very unpleasant for the King and for us all. M. le prefet, who has been in charge of the money all along, and M. le Comte de Cambray, who is the only true royalist in the district, are both marked down by spies: ergo Mme. la d.u.c.h.esse d"Agen is the only possible agent for the business, and an inoffensive old woman without any political standing is the least likely to be molested in her task. If I fail, I fail," concluded Madame decisively, "if I am stopped on the way and the money taken from me, well! I am stopped, that"s all! and M. le prefet or M. le Comte de Cambray or any male agent they may have sent would have been stopped likewise. But I maintain that a woman travelling alone is far safer at this business and more likely to succeed than a man. So now, for G.o.d"s sake, don"t let"s argue any more about it.
Crystal is to be married on Tuesday and I could start that same afternoon. Can you bring the money over with you to-night?"
She put her query directly to the prefet, who was obviously overjoyed, and intensely relieved at the suggestion.
M. le Comte too seemed to be won over by his sister"s persuasive rhetoric: her strength of mind and firmness of purpose always imposed themselves on those over whom she chose to exert her will: and men of somewhat weak character like the Comte de Cambray came very easily under the sway of her dominating personality.
But he thought it inc.u.mbent upon his dignity to make one more protest before he finally yielded to his sister"s arguments.
"I don"t like," he said, "the idea of your travelling alone through the country without sufficient escort. The roads are none too safe and . . ."
"Bah!" broke in Madame impatiently. "I pray you, Monsieur my brother, to strengthen your arguments, if you are really determined to oppose this sensible scheme of mine. Travelling alone, forsooth! Did I not arrive only yesterday, having travelled all the way from Boulogne and with no escort save two louts on the box of a hired coach?"
"You chose to travel alone, my dear sister, for reasons best known to yourself," retorted the Comte, greatly angered that M. le prefet should hear the fact that Mme. la d.u.c.h.esse douairiere had travelled at any time without an escort.
"And who shall say me nay, if I choose to travel back alone again, I should like to know? So now if you have exhausted your string of objections, my dear brother, perhaps you will allow M. le prefet to answer my question."
Whereupon M. le prefet promptly satisfied Mme. la d.u.c.h.esse on the point: he certainly could and would bring the money over with him this evening.
And M. le Comte had no further objections to offer.
In the archives of the Ministry of War in Paris, any one who looks may read that in the subsequent trial of General Marchand for high treason--after the Hundred Days and Napoleon"s second abdication--prefet Fourier during the course of his evidence gave a detailed account of this same interview which he had with M. le Comte de Cambray and Mme. la d.u.c.h.esse douairiere d"Agen on Sunday, March the 5th. In his deposition he naturally laid great stress upon his own zeal in the matter, declaring that he it was who finally overcame by his eloquence M. le Comte"s objections to the scheme and decided him to give his acquiescence thereto.[1]
[Footnote 1: Deposition de Fourier. (Dossier de Marchant Arch. Guerre.)]
Certain it is that there was but little argument after this between Mme.
la d.u.c.h.esse and the two men, and that the details of the scheme were presently discussed soberly and in all their bearings.
"I shall have the honour presently," said Fourier, "of coming back here to respond to M. le Comte"s gracious invitation to dinner. Why shouldn"t I bring the money with me then?"
"Indeed you must bring the money then," retorted the irascible old lady, "and let there be no shirking or delay. Prompt.i.tude is our great chance of success. I ought not to start later than Tuesday, and I could do so soon after the wedding ceremony. I could arrange to sleep at Lyons that night, at Dijon the next day, be in Paris by Thursday evening and in the King"s presence on Friday."
"Provided you are not delayed," sighed the Comte.
"If I am delayed, my good Andre, then anyhow the game is up. But we are not going to antic.i.p.ate misfortune and we are going to believe in our lucky star."
"Would to G.o.d I could bring myself to approve wholeheartedly of this expedition! The whole thing seems to me chivalrous and romantic rather than prudent, and Heaven knows how prudent we should be just now!"
"You look back on history, my dear brother," remarked Madame drily, "and you"ll see that more great events have been brought about by chivalry and romance than by prudence and circ.u.mspection. The romance of Joan of Arc delivered France from foreign yoke, the chivalry of Francois I.
saved the honour of France after the disaster of Pavie, and it certainly was not prudence which set Henry of Navarre upon the throne of France and in the heart of his people. So for gracious" sake do not let us talk of prudence any more. Rather let us allow M. le prefet to return quietly to the Hotel de Ville, so that he and Mme. Fourier may proceed to dress for to-night"s ceremony, just as if nothing untoward had happened. In the meanwhile I will complete my preparations for Tuesday. There are one or two little details in connection with my journey--hostelries, servants, horses and so on--which you, my dear Andre, will kindly decide for me. And now, gentlemen," she added, rising from her chair, "I have the honour to wish you both a very good afternoon."
She did not wait long enough to allow M. le Comte time to ring for Hector, and she appeared so busy with her lace shawl that she was unable to do more than acknowledge with a slight inclination of the head M. le prefet"s respectful salute. But then Mme. la d.u.c.h.esse douairiere d"Agen--though a fervent royalist herself--had a wholesome contempt for these opportunists. Fourier, celebrated mathematician, loaded with gifts and honours by Napoleon, who had made him a member of the Inst.i.tute of Science and given him the prefecture of the Isere, had turned his coat very readily at the Restoration, and the oaths of loyalty which he had tendered to the Emperor seemed not to weigh overheavily upon his conscience when he reiterated them to the King.
Mme. la d.u.c.h.esse d"Agen, therefore, did not willingly place her aristocratic fingers in the hand of a renegade, who she felt might turn renegade again if his personal interest so dictated it. Perhaps something of what lay behind Madame"s curt nod to him, struck the prefet"s sensibilities, for the high colour suddenly fled from his round face, and he did not attempt to approach her for the ceremonial hand-kissing. But he ran across the room as fast as his short legs would carry him, and he opened the door for her and bowed to her as she sailed past him with all the deference which in the olden days of the Empire he had accorded to the Empress Marie Louise.
"It is a mad scheme, my good M. Fourier," sighed the Comte when he found himself once more alone with the prefet, "but such as it is I can think of nothing better."
"M. le Comte," exclaimed the prefet with delight, "no one could think of anything better. Ah, the women of France!" he added ecstatically, "the women! how often have they saved France in moments of crises? France owes her grandeur to her women, M. le Comte!"
"And also her reverses, my dear M. Fourier," remarked the Comte drily.
II
When Bobby Clyffurde came back to Brestalou, after his long day"s ride, he found the stately rooms of the old castle already prepared for the arrival of M. le Comte"s guests. The large reception hall had been thrown open, as--after supper--M. le Comte would be receiving some of the notabilities of Gren.o.ble in honour of a great occasion: the signature of the _contrat de mariage_ between Mlle. Crystal de Cambray de Brestalou and M. Victor de Marmont. There was an array of liveried servants in the hall and along the corridor through which Bobby had to pa.s.s on the way to his own room: their liveries of purple with canary facings--the heraldic colours of the family of Cambray de Brestalou--hardly showed, in the flickering light of wax candles, the many ravages of moth and mildew which twenty years of neglect had wrought upon the once fine and brilliant cloth.
Downstairs the formal supper which was to precede the reception was laid for twenty guests. The table was resplendent with the silver so kindly lent by a benevolent and far-seeing king to those of his friends who had not the means of replacing the ancient family treasures filched from them by the revolutionary government.
There were no flowers upon the table, and only very few wax candles burned in the ormolu and crystal chandelier overhead. Flowers and wax candles were luxuries which must be paid for with ready money--a commodity which was exceedingly scarce in the grandiose Chateau de Brestalou--but they also were a luxury which could easily be dispensed with, for did not M. le Comte de Cambray set the fashions and give the tone to the whole _departement_? and if he chose to have no flowers upon his supper table and but few candles in his silver sconces, why then society must take it for granted that such now was _bon ton_ and the prevailing fashion at the Tuileries.
Bobby, knowing his host"s fastidious tastes in such matters, had made a very careful toilet, all the while that his thoughts were busy with the wonderful news which Emery had brought this day, and which was all over Gren.o.ble by now. He and his two companions had left Notre Dame de Vaulx soon after their _dejeuner_, and together had entered the city at five o"clock in the afternoon. On their way they had encountered the travelling-coach of General Mouton-Duveret, who, accompanied by his aide-de-camp, was on his way to Gap, where he intended to organise strong resistance against Bonaparte.
He parleyed some time with Emery, whom he knew by sight and suspected of being an emissary of the Corsican. Emery, with true southern verve, gave the worthy general a highly-coloured account of the triumphal progress through Provence and the Dauphine of Napoleon, whom he boldly called "the Emperor." Mouton--in no way belying his name--was very upset not only by the news, but by his own helplessness with regard to Emery, who he knew would presently be in Gren.o.ble distributing the usurper"s proclamations all over the city, whilst he--Mouton--with his one aide-de-camp and a couple of loutish servants on the box of his coach, could do nothing to detain him.
As soon as the three men had ridden away, however, he sent his aide-de-camp back to Gren.o.ble by a round-about way, ordering him to make as great speed as possible, and to see General Marchand as soon as may be, so that immediate measures might be taken to prevent that emissary if not from entering the city, at least from posting up proclamations on public buildings.
But Mouton"s aide-de-camp was no match against the enthusiasm and ingenuity of Emery and de Marmont, and when he--in his turn--entered Gren.o.ble soon after five o"clock, he was confronted by the printed proclamations signed by the familiar and dreaded name "Napoleon" affixed to the gates of the city, to the Hotel de Ville, the mairie, the prison, the barracks, and to every street corner in Gren.o.ble.
The three friends had parted at the porte de Bonne, Emery to go to his friend Dumoulin, the glovemaker--de Marmont to his lodgings in the rue Montorge, whilst Bobby Clyffurde rode straight back to Brestalou.
A couple of hours later Victor de Marmont had also arrived at the castle. He too had made an elaborate toilet, and then had driven over in a hackney coach in advance of the other guests, seeing that he desired to have a final interview with M. le Comte before he affixed his name to his _contrat de mariage_ with Mlle. de Cambray. An air of solemnity sat well upon his good-looking face, but it was obvious that he was trying--somewhat in vain--to keep an inward excitement in check.
M. le Comte de Cambray, believing that this excitement was entirely due to the solemnity of the occasion, had smiled indulgently--a trifle contemptuously too--at young de Marmont"s very apparent eagerness. A vulgar display of feelings, an inability to control one"s words and movements when under the stress of emotion was characteristic of the parvenus of to-day, and de Marmont"s unfettered agitation when coming to sign his own marriage contract was only on a par with prefet Fourier"s nervousness this afternoon.
The Comte received his future son-in-law with a gracious smile. The thought of an alliance between Mlle. de Cambray de Brestalou and a de Marmont of Nowhere had been a bitter pill to swallow, but M. le Comte was too proud to show how distasteful it had been. Chatting pleasantly the two men repaired together to the library.
III
Bobby Clyffurde--immaculately dressed in fine cloth coat and satin breeches, with fine Mechlin lace at throat and wrist, and his light brown hair tied at the nape of the neck with a big black bow--came down presently to the reception room. He found the place silent and deserted.
But the stately apartment looked more cosy and home-like than usual. A cheerful fire was burning in the monumental hearth and the soft light of the candles fixed in sconces round the walls tempered to a certain degree that bare and severe look of past grandeur which usually hung upon every corner of the old chateau.
Clyffurde went up to the tall hearth. He rested his hand on the ledge of the mantel and leaning his forehead against it he stared moodily into the fire.
Thoughts of all that he had learned in the past few hours, of the new chapter in the book of the destinies of France, begun a few days ago in the bay of Jouan, crowded in upon his mind. What difference would the unfolding of that new chapter make to the destinies of the Comte de Cambray and of Crystal? What had Fate in store for the bold adventurer who was marching across France with a handful of men to reconquer a throne and remake an empire? what had she in store for the stiff-necked aristocrat of the old regime who still believed that G.o.d himself had made special laws for the benefit of one cla.s.s of humanity, and that He had even created them differently to the rest of mankind?
And what had Fate in store for the beautiful, delicate girl whose future had been so arbitrarily settled by two men--father and lover--one the buyer, the other the seller of her exquisite person, the shrine of her pure and idealistic soul--and bargained for by father and lover as the price of so many acres of land--a farm--a chateau--an ancestral estate?
Father and lover were sitting together even now discussing values--the purchase price--"You give me back my lands, I will give you my daughter!" Blood money! soul money! Clyffurde called it as he ground his teeth together in impotent rage.