It was a pleasure to me to confirm him in his belief.
The next morning we pa.s.sed the wide mouth of the Gouffre at la Baie St. Paul, but fortunately without experiencing its formidable wind, and early in the afternoon we saw rising before us the purple ma.s.s of Cap Tourmente. We stood well out here to escape the strong current; in the distance before us lay the green point of the island of Orleans, and behind it, to the north, Gabriel pointed out the beautifully rising slopes of the Cote de Beaupre, with the pride of a man who is in love with his country.
But soon his attention became fixed on a boat of better appearance than any we had as yet seen, standing in for the main sh.o.r.e.
"No fishing-boat that!" he exclaimed. "It must be some of the officers down from Quebec." He altered our course so that we stood in to intercept her. His excitement grew as we approached. "I am right," he shouted. "She is the yacht from Quebec. I must go on board. They will wish to hear what news I carry from below."
As soon as we were within a reasonable distance he made some signal with his sail and, both boats staying their way, he launched his shallop over the side, and quickly rowed to the stranger. We watched him with keen interest, especially as we saw there were officers on board. Before long he was on his way back to us, and, as soon as he was within speaking distance, he called in the greatest excitement:
"Oh, madame! On board there is his Excellency, M. de Montcalm. He wishes to see you. Pardon, madame, pardon if I say hurry. Do not keep him waiting."
It was indeed a startling summons, and the last I was expecting, but I accepted it without hesitation, and, making such slight preparation as was possible, Gabriel helped me carefully into the tossing boat; and put such heart into his rowing that in a few moments we were safely alongside the yacht, and a strong hand was held down to me. "Courage, madame! hold firmly and step slowly,"
and, as the shallop lifted, I stepped lightly on the deck, where I was surrounded by a group of gentlemen.
"Madame," said one of them, bowing, "I am Monsieur de Montcalm, and, believe me, my best endeavours are entirely at your service.
We have heard something of your adventure from our good Maitre Gabriel here."
"Monsieur le marquis, it is to your friend le pere Jean we owe our safety, and he has added to my obligation by commending me to your care in this letter," said, handing him the precious billet.
"Any lady in your position, madame, would command my service of right, but such a recommendation makes it obligatory; there is little I would not do to please my friend le pere Jean."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "There is little I would not do to please le pere Jean."]
As he glanced over the note, I had opportunity to observe him more closely. I had often heard of him from Gaston in the old days, for they had been friends from boyhood, and had done much campaigning together in Germany and elsewhere. He looked worn, like a man who had grown old before his time, but I could trace the likeness to the warm-hearted, hot-headed young officer whom I had so often pictured, in his large eyes, which had lost nothing of their youthful fire, and in his smile, which had the charm that does not disappear with years.
"Madame de St. Just," he said, when he had finished reading, "I can spare you the necessity of even asking my help, and must not lay you under any obligation greater than this little voyage from your boat to mine, to which you would not have been subject had I known of your relation to my friend le pere Jean. He tells me your intention was to have gone to Louisbourg. If that be still your desire, madame, I can at least spare you the journey to Quebec, and can promise you an easy pa.s.sage to Louisbourg as soon as the snow makes good travelling, for, in Canada, summer is no time for a long journey across country. But let us be seated and talk this matter over quietly," and he waved his hand towards the stern of the yacht, where some of the officers hastened to arrange their cloaks into comfortable seats.
My heart was in the strangest commotion as I saw the drift of circ.u.mstance that was sweeping me onward, without effort on my part, towards the end I most desired; I had not spoken, and here was the arbiter of my fate putting into words all that I dared not ask. I resolved not even to think, but to leave the issue in his hands.
"Had you ever met le pere Jean before, madame?" he resumed.
"No, monsieur. How could I? But I cannot help feeling I have met you. I was wont to hear your name very often when a young girl?"
"Indeed? And to whom did I owe that favour?"
"To your friend, the Vicomte de Trincardel."
He stared at me as if in great amazement, and when he spake his tone was that of a man deeply puzzled.
"You know the Vicomte de Trincardel?".
"a.s.suredly, monsieur--that is, I did know him. He was a frequent visitor at my guardian"s both in Paris and London," and then I stupidly fell to blushing like a school-girl.
"Strange, very strange," he muttered, in an absent manner.
"No, monsieur, not strange," I answered, for I could not bear he should misunderstand; "my family name is Nairn, and my guardian was the late Lady Jane Drummond."
"Oh, pardon me, madame; it was only the odd chance of my meeting with you that I marvelled at. But it is a narrow world, after all, for a few years ago, when in Italy, I heard of your brother from the Cardinal York: he spake of him in terms of the warmest affection."
"Helas! monsieur, my brother is dead to me. He has deserted the cause to which I and mine have been faithful; he now holds a commission in the English army."
"Again I must ask for pardon; but to come back to your plans. Now as to Louisbourg, there is no danger, madame, either on the journey or when you reach there, provided you leave again before spring.
You can be safely back in Quebec before the snows go, and on your way to France by the first ship, long ere any serious danger threatens. I am taking for granted, however, that you will hardly choose to remain in this enchanting colony longer than may be necessary. Would it meet your wish, if you were to return by the spring?"
"Oh, perfectly, perfectly, monsieur!" I exclaimed, overjoyed to answer a question which presented no difficulties and opened out a way before me.
"Then, madame, I would recommend the following plan: instead of going on to Quebec, by which you will lose little, save a glimpse at a society which is not without its charm, you should go back across the river and down as far as Beaulieu, where you will find Mme. de Sarennes and her charming daughter Angelique. I shall give you letters which will ensure you a welcome and a shelter for such time as you may have to remain under her care. Her son Charles, who is a noted figure in the colony, will be up and down between Louisbourg and Quebec during the winter, and I will see that he takes charge of you and conducts you safely on your journey.
"And now, madame, it is very probable that you are but ill supplied with money, if indeed you have any. Pardon my frankness, but I am old enough to be your father, and I know the awkwardness of such a position. If I be correct, I am sure you will not deny me the pleasure of helping you."
"Monsieur, your kindness needs no excuse; but, with a thousand thanks, let me a.s.sure you I am well, even abundantly supplied, as I had nearly all my money sewn in my clothes before leaving, and I do not foresee any want of that kind, even though my stay be longer than now appears probable. But I shall be most grateful for your letter to Mme. de Sarennes, and it shall be my endeavour not to prove a burthen on her hospitality."
"M. de Bougainville," he said, beckoning to one of his officers, "will you come and tell Mme. de St. Just something of this charming country, while I write some letters?" So saying, he introduced his aide to me, and stepped into the cabin, leaving me to the amusing society of his officers. The moments pa.s.sed quickly until the Marquis reappeared bearing two letters.
"Do not disappear, gentlemen, unless it be to seek a gla.s.s of wine in which to wish madame "bon voyage."
"This, madame," he said, handing me one of the letters, "is to Mme.
de Sarennes; but with it I have taken care to enclose that of le pere Jean, for our good Canadians, as you will find, attach more value to the simple word of a priest--and in this instance I will not say they are wrong--than to the command of any lay authority.
His letter will spare you all explanations with the mother, and this other will serve as an order for that gallant coureur de bois, her son, when he puts in an appearance, in the event of his visiting Beaulieu before I see him in Quebec. Let me a.s.sure you, further, that you have only to command my services, should you need them, either before or after you may reach Louisbourg. The Chevalier de Drucour, I am persuaded, will be only too ready to do me a service, should I ask it either on my behalf or on that of another. I shall esteem it, if you will consider yourself as under my protection."
"But, monsieur, what claim have I to all this kindness?" I asked, overwhelmed at the possibilities I saw before me.
"You are the friend of my friend; I would do anything for his sake,"
he answered, simply, disdaining any of those compliments which would so readily suggest themselves to a man of less nice breeding.
"I am sorry we cannot offer you any fitting hospitality here," he said, as he rose. Then, turning towards the others, he added: "Gentlemen, I am apologising for our scanty larder, which prevents our detaining Mme. de St. Just for supper. M. de Bougainville, as a mathematician, might have seen to a less exact but more generous provision."
"His head was among the stars," explained a jovial-looking officer, in a rueful tone, "and we less-exalted mortals are the losers, alas!"
"But surely we have somewhat to drink to the success of madame"s journey?" said M. de Montcalm, in mock alarm.
"a.s.suredly, mon general! I at least was not star-gazing when I laid in the Bordeaux. I can even provide a gla.s.s of Frontignan for madame," responded a little bright-eyed officer.
"Bravo, Joannes!" laughed the general. "Frontignan! That brings back the whole South, madame; its very name makes me homesick.
Homesickness makes us all young, makes us all little children again.
Ma foi! I believe that is why the Spaniard pretended the Fountain of Youth was to be found in the New World. I defy any one to remain here and not have perpetual youth, if my theory be correct."
"But at least madame did not come to seek it," responded M. de Bougainville, gallantly, "and we are keeping her standing."
Thereupon they touched my gla.s.s, in order, each with a prettily turned wish for my good fortunes, and I tasted the sweet wine of Frontignan in return to the toast they drank together. No wishes could have been more welcome, and the little friendly ceremony meant much to me; indeed my heart was very full when M. de Montcalm bent over and kissed my hand as he helped me into the shallop and we pulled off into the dusk. Did I need anything further to set my uneasy mind at rest, I found it in the quiet words of Lucy when I told her of the outcome of my visit.
"Oh, my dear mistress," she exclaimed, in a voice full of feeling, "He hath made our path straight to our feet!"
CHAPTER XVI
AT BEAULIEU