A paleness, more striking than the blush that preceded it, now stole over her features, but she uttered not a word. Her eyes turned from me and fell upon her own figure, and I saw the tears till up and roll slowly along her cheeks.
"Why did you leave me, Minette?" said I, wound up by her obstinate silence beyond further endurance. "Did the few words of impatience--"
"No, no, no!" broke she in, "not that! not that!"
"What then? Tell me, for Heaven"s sake, how have I earned your displeasure? Believe me, I have met with too little kindness in my way through life, not to feel poignantly the loss of a friend. What was it, I beseech you?"
"Oh, do not ask me!" cried she, with streaming eyes; "do not, I beg of you. Enough that you know--and this I swear to you,--that no fault of yours was in question. You were always good and always kind to me,--too kind, too good,--but not even your teaching could alter the waywardness of my nature. Speak of this no more, I ask you, as the greatest favor you can bestow on me. See here," cried she, while her lips trembled with emotion; "I have need of all my courage to be of use to him; and you will not, I am sure, render me unequal to my task."
"But we are friends, Minette; friends as before," said I, taking her hand, and pressing it within mine.
"Yes, friends!" muttered she, in a broken voice, while she turned her head from me. "Adieu! Monsieur, adieu!"
"Adieu, then, since you wish it so, Minette! But whatever your secret reason for this change towards me, you never can alter the deep-rooted feeling of my heart, which makes me know myself your friend forever."
The more I thought of Minette"s conduct, the more puzzled I was. No jealousy on the part of Pioche could explain her abrupt departure from Elchingen, and her resolve never to rejoin the Fourth. She was, indeed, a strange girl, wayward and self-willed; but her impulses all had their source in high feelings of honor and exalted pride. It might have been that some chance expression had given her offence; yet she denied this.
But still, her former frankness was gone, and a sense of coldness, if not distrust, had usurped its place. I could make nothing of it. One thing alone did I feel convinced of,--she did not love Pioche. Poor fellow! with all the fine traits of his honest nature, the manly simplicity and openness of his character, he had not those arts of pleasing which win their way with a woman"s mind. Besides that, Minette, from habit and tone of voice, had imbibed feelings and ideas of a very different cla.s.s in society, and with a feminine tact, had contrived to form acquaintance with, and a relish for, the tastes and pleasures of the cultivated World. The total subversion of all social order effected by the Revolution had opened the path of ambition in life equally to women as to men; and all the endeavors of the Consulate and the Empire had not sobered down the minds of France to their former condition.
The sergeant to-day saw no reason why he might not wear his epaulettes to-morrow, and in time exchange his shako even for a crown; and so the vivandiere, whose life was pa.s.sed in the intoxicating atmosphere of glory, might well dream of greatness which should be hers hereafter, and of the time when, as the wife of a marshal or a peer of France, she would walk the _salons_ of the Tuileries as proudly as the daughter of a Rohan or a Tavanne.
There was, then, nothing vain or presumptuous in the boldest flight of ambition. However glittering the goal, it was beyond the reach of none; and the hopes which, in better-ordered communities, had been deemed absurd, seemed here but fair and reasonable. And from this element alone proceeded some of the greatest actions, and by far the greatest portion of the unhappiness, of the period. The mind of the nation was unfixed; men had not as yet resolved themselves into those grades and cla.s.ses, by the means of which public opinion is brought to bear upon individuals from those of his own condition. Each was a law unto himself, suggesting his own means of advancement and estimating his own powers of success; and the result was, a general scramble for rank, dignity, and honors, the unfitness of the possessor for which, when attained, brought neither contempt nor derision. The epaulette was n.o.blesse; the shako, a coronet.
What wonder, then, if she, whose personal attractions were so great, and whose manners and tone of thought were so much above her condition, had felt the stirrings of that ambition within her heart which now appeared to be the moving spirit of the nation!
Lost in such thoughts, I turned homewards towards my quarters, and was already some distance from the convent when a dragoon galloped up to my side, and asked eagerly if I were the surgeon of the Sixth Grenadiers.
As I replied in the negative, he muttered something between his teeth, and added louder, "The poor general; it will be too late after all."
So saying, and before I could question him further, he set spurs to his horse, and dashing onwards, soon disappeared in the darkness of the night. A few minutes afterwards I beheld a number of lanterns straight before me on the narrow road, and as I came nearer, a sentinel called out,--
"Halt there! stand!"
I gave my name and rank, when the man, advancing towards me, said in a half whisper,--
"It is our general, sir; they say he cannot be brought any farther, and they must perform the operation here."
The soldier"s voice trembled at every word, and he could scarcely falter out, in reply to my question, the name of the wounded officer.
"General St. Hilaire, sir, who led the grenadiers on the Pratzen," said the poor fellow, his sorrow struggling with his pride.
I pressed forward; and there on a litter lay the figure of a large and singularly fine-looking man. His coat, which was covered with orders, lay open, and discovered a shirt stained and clotted with blood; but his most dangerous wound was from a grapeshot in the thigh, which shattered the bone, and necessitated amputation. A young staff surgeon, the only medical man present, was kneeling at his side, and occupied in compressing some wounded vessels to arrest the bleeding, which, at the slightest stir of the patient, broke out anew. The remainder of the group were grenadiers of his own regiment, in whose sad and sorrow-struck faces one might read the affection his men invariably bore him.
"Is he coming? can you hear any one coming?" said the young surgeon, in an anxious whisper to the soldier beside him.
"No, sir; but he cannot be far off now," replied the man.
"Shall I ride back to Reygern for a.s.sistance?" said I, in a low voice, to the surgeon.
"I thank you, sir," said the wounded man, in a low, calm tone,--for with the quick ear of suffering he had overheard my question,--"I thank you, but my orderly has already been sent thither. If you could relieve my young friend here from his fatiguing duty for a little, you would render us both a service. I am truly grieved to see him so much exhausted."
"No, no, sir!" stammered the youth, as the tears ran fast down his cheeks; "this is my place. I will not leave it."
"Kind fellow!" muttered the general, as he pressed his hand gently on the young man"s arm; "I can bear this better than you can."
"Ah, here he comes now," said the sentinel; and the same moment a man dismounted from his horse, and came forward towards us.
It was Louis, the surgeon of the Emperor himself, despatched by Napoleon the moment he heard of the event. At any other moment, perhaps, the abrupt demeanor of this celebrated surgeon would have savored little of delicacy or feeling; nor even then could I forgive the sudden announcement in which he conveyed to the sufferer that immediate amputation must be performed.
"No chance left but this, Louis?" said the general.
"None, sir," replied the doctor, while he unlocked an instrument case, and busied himself in preparation for the operation.
"Can you defer it a little; an hour or two, I mean?"
"An hour, perhaps; not more, certainly."
"But am I certain of your services then, Louis?" said the general, trying to smile. "You know I always promised myself your aid when this hour came."
"I shall return in an hour," replied the doctor, pulling out his watch; "I am going to Rapp"s quarters."
"Poor Rapp! is he wounded?"
"A mere sabre-cut; but Sebastiani has suffered more severely. Now then, La.n.u.sse," said he, addressing the young surgeon, "you remain here.
Continue as you are doing, and in an hour--"
"In an hour," echoed the wounded man, with a shudder, as though the antic.i.p.ation of the dreadful event had thrilled through his very heart.
Nor was it till the retiring sounds of the surgeon"s horse had died away in the distance that his features recovered their former calm and tranquil expression.
"A prompt fellow is Louis," said he, after a pause; "and though one might like somewhat more courtesy in the Faubourg, yet on the field of battle it is all for the best; this is no place nor time for compliments."
The young man answered not a word, either not daring to criticise too harshly his superior, or perhaps his emotion at the moment was too strong for utterance. In reply to my offer to remain with him, however, he thanked me heartily, and seemed gratified that he was not to be left alone in such a trying emergency.
"Come," said St. Hilaire, after a pause, "I have asked for time, and am already forgetting how to employ it. Who can write here? Can you, Guilbert?"
"Alas, no, sir!" said a dark grenadier, blushing to the very eyes.
"If you will permit a stranger, sir," said I, "I will be but too proud and too happy to render you any a.s.sistance in my power. I am on the staff of General d"Auvergne, and--"
"A French officer, sir," interrupted he; "quite enough. I ask for no other guerdon of your honor. Sit down here, then, and--But first try if you can discover a pocket-book in my sabretache; I hope it has not been lost."
"Here it is, General," said a soldier, coming forward with it; "I found it on the ground beside you."
"Well, then, I will ask you to write down from my dictation a few lines, which, should this affair,"--he faltered slightly here,--"this affair prove unfortunate, you will undertake to convey, by some means or other, to the address I shall give you in Paris. It is not a will, I a.s.sure you," continued he with a faint smile. "I have no wealth to leave; but I know his Majesty too well to fear anything on that score. But my children, I wish to give some few directions--" Here he stopped for several minutes, and then, in a calm voice, added, "Whenever you are ready."
It was with a suffering spirit and a faltering hand I wrote down, from his dictation, some short sentences addressed to each member of his family. Of these it is not my intention to speak, save in one instance, where St. Hilaire himself evinced a wish that his sentiments should not be a matter of secrecy.
"I desire," said he, in a firm tone of voice, as he turned round and addressed the soldiers on either side of him,--"I desire that my son, now at the Polytechnique, should serve the Emperor better than, and as faithfully as, his father has done, if his Majesty will graciously permit him to do so, in the grenadier battalion, which I have long commanded; it will be the greatest favor I can ask of him." A low murmur of grief, no longer repressible, ran through the little group around the litter. "The grenadiers of the Sixth," continued he, proudly, while for an instant his pale features flushed up, "will not love him the less for the name he bears. Come, come, men! do not give way thus; what will my kind young friend here say of us, when he joins the hussar brigade? This is not their ordinary mood, believe me," said he, addressing me. "The Russian Guard would give a very different account of them; they are stouter fellows at the _pas de charge_ than around the litter of a wounded comrade."
While he was yet speaking, Louis returned, followed by two officers, one of whom, notwithstanding his efforts at concealment, I recognized to be Marshal Murat.
"We must remove him, if it be possible," said the surgeon, in a whisper.
"And yet the slightest motion is to be dreaded."