Tom Burke Of "Ours" Volume Ii Part 18

Monsieur Cauchois, the _commissaire_, bowed with a most respectful air at the compliment, probably of all others the highest that could be paid him.

"A brilliant soiree we had last evening, d.u.c.h.esne," said the general. "I hope this unhappy affair will not close that house at present; you are aware the prince is the suitor of mademoiselle?"

"I only suspected as much," said the chevalier, with a peculiar smile; "it was my first evening there."

As General Duroc addressed a few words in a low tone to the _commissaire_, the man called Bocquin approached the bench, and handed up a small slip of paper to d.u.c.h.esne. The chevalier opened it, and having thrown his eyes over it, pa.s.sed it into my hand. All I could see were two words, written coa.r.s.ely with the pencil,--"How much?"

The chevalier turned the back of the paper, and wrote, "Fifty napoleons."

On reading which the large man tore the sc.r.a.p, and nodding slightly with his head, sauntered from the room. We rose a few moments after, and having taken a formal leave of the general and the _commissaire_, proceeded towards the street, where we had left our horses. As we pa.s.sed along the corridor, however, we found Bocquin awaiting us. He opened a door into a small, mean-looking apartment, of which he appeared the owner. Having ushered us in, and cautiously closed it behind him, he drew from his pocket a piece of cloth, to which a b.u.t.ton and a piece of gold embroidery were attached.

"Your jacket would be spoiled without this morsel, Captain," said he, laughing, in a low, dry laugh.

"So it would, Bocquin," said d.u.c.h.esne, examining his coat, which I now perceived was torn on the shoulder, and a small piece--the exact one in his hand--wanting, but which had escaped my attention from the ma.s.s of gold lace and embroidery with which it was covered.

"Do you know, Bocquin," said d.u.c.h.esne, in a tone much graver than he had used before, "I never noticed that?"

"_Parbleu!_ I believe you," said he, laughing; "nor did I, till you sat on the bench, when I was so pleased with your coolness, I could not for the life of me interrupt you."

"Have you got any money, Burke?" said the chevalier; "some twenty gold pieces--"

"No, no, Captain," said Bocquin, "not now; another time. I must call upon you one of these mornings about another affair, and it will be time enough then."

"As you please, Bocquin," said the chevalier, putting up his purse again; "and so, till we meet."

"Till we meet, gentlemen," replied the other, as he bowed us respectfully to the door.

"You seem to have but a very faint comprehension of all this, Burke,"

said d.u.c.h.esne, as he took my arm; "you look confoundedly puzzled, I must say."

"If I didn't, I should be an admirable actor, that's all," said I.

"Why, I think the thing is plain enough, in all conscience; Bocquin found that piece of my jacket on the ground, and, of course, the affair was in his hands."

"Why, do you mean to say--"

"That I shot Monsieur le Prince this morning, at a quarter past seven o'clock, and felt devilish uncomfortable about it till the last ten minutes, my boy. If I did not confide the matter to you before, it was because that until all chance of detection was pa.s.sed, I could not expose you to the risk of an examination before the _prefet de police_.

Happily, now these dangers are all over. Bocquin is too clever a fellow not to throw all the other spies on a wrong scent, so that we need have no fear of the result."

I could scarcely credit the evidence of my senses at the coolness and duplicity of the chevalier throughout an affair of such imminent risk, nor was I less astonished at the account he gave of the whole proceeding.

One word, on leaving the soiree, had decided there should be a meeting the following day; and as the Russian well knew the danger of his adventure, from the law which was recently pa.s.sed regarding prisoners on parole, he proposed they should meet without seconds on either side.

d.u.c.h.esne acceded; and it was arranged that the chevalier should drive along the Bue de Rivoli at seven the next morning, where the Russian would join him, and they should drive together to the Bois de Boulogne.

"To do my Cossack justice," said d.u.c.h.esne, "he behaved admirably throughout the whole affair; and on taking his place beside me in the cab, entered into conversation freely and easily on the topics of the day. We chatted of the campaign; of the cavalry; of the Russian service,--their size and equipment, only needing a higher organization to make them first-rate troops. We spoke of the Emperor Alexander, of whom he was evidently proud, and much pleased to hear the favorable opinion Napoleon entertained of his ability and capacity; and it was in the middle of an anecdote about Savary and the Czar we arrived at the Bois de Boulogne.

"I need not tell you the details of the affair, save that we loaded our own pistols, and stepped the ground ourselves. They were like other things of the same sort,--the first shot concluded the matter. I aimed at his shoulder, but the pistol threw high. As to his bullet, it was only awhile ago I knew it went so near me. It was nervous work pa.s.sing the _barriere_; for had he not made an effort to sit up straight in the cab, the sentry might have detained and examined us. All that you heard about his being left at his own door, covered with blood and fainting, I need not tell you has no truth. I never left the spot till the door was opened, and I saw him in the hands of a servant. Of course I concealed my face, and then drove off at full speed."

By this time we arrived at the Luxembourg, and d.u.c.h.esne, with all the coolness in the world, joined a knot of persons engaged in discussing the duel, and endeavoring, by sundry clever and ingenious explanations, to account for the circ.u.mstance.

As I sauntered along to my quarters, I pondered over the adventure and the character of the chevalier; and however I might turn the matter in my mind, one thought was ever uppermost,--a sincere wish that I had not been made his confidant in the secret.

CHAPTER XII. THE RETURN OF THE WOUNDED

A few mornings after this occurrence, when, as d.u.c.h.esne himself prophesied, all memory of it was completely forgotten, the _ordre du jour_ from the Tuileries commanded all the troops then garrisoned in Paris to be under arms at an early hour in the Champs elysees, when the Emperor would pa.s.s them in review. The spectacle had, however, another object, which was not generally known. The convoys of the wounded from Austerlitz were that same day to arrive at Paris, and the display of troops was intended at once to honor this _entree_, and give to the sad procession of the maimed and dying the semblance of a triumph. Such were the artful devices which ever ministered to the deceit of the nation, and suffered them to look on but one side of their glory.

As I antic.i.p.ated, the chevalier was greatly out of temper at the whole of this proceeding. He detested nothing more than those military displays which are got up for the populace; he despised the exhibition of troops to the vulgar and unmeaning criticism of tailors and barbers; and, more than all, he shrank from the companionship of the National Guard of Paris,--those shop-keeping soldiers, with their umbrellas and spectacles, who figured with such pride on these occasions.

"Another affair like this," said he, pa.s.sionately, "and I'd resign my commission. A procession at the Porte St. Martin,--the _boeuf gras_ on Easter Monday,--I'm your man for either: but to sit bolt upright on your saddle for three, maybe four hours; to be stared at by every _bourgeois_ from the Rue du Bac; to be pointed at with pink parasols and compared with some ribbon-vender of the Boulevards,--_par Saint Louis!_ I can't even bear to think of it! Look yonder," said he, pointing to the court of the Palace, where already a regiment was drawn up under arms, and pa.s.sing in inspection before the colonel; "there begins the dress-rehearsal already. His Majesty says mid-day; the generals of division draw out their men at eleven o'clock; the colonels take a look at their corps at ten; the _chefs de bataillon_ at nine; and, _parbleu!_the corporals are at work by daybreak. Then, what confounded drilling and dressing up, as if Napoleon could detect the slightest waving of the line over two leagues of ground; while you see the luckless adjutants flying hither and thither, cursing, imprecating, and threatening, and hastily reiterating at the head of each company, 'Remember, men, be sure to remember, that when the drums beat to arms, you shout "Vive l'Empereur!"' Rely upon it, Burke, if we had but one half of these preparations before a battle, we 'd not be the dangerous fellows those Russians and Austrians think us."

"Come, come," said I, "you shall not persuade me that the soldiers feel no pride on these occasions. The same men who fight so valiantly for their Emperor--"

"Stop there, I beg of you," said he, bursting into a fit of laughter.

"I must really cry halt now. So long as you live, my dear friend, let nothing induce you to repeat that worn cant, 'Fight for their Emperor!'

Why, they fought as bravely for Turenne, and Villars, and Marechal Saxe; they were as full of courage under Moreau, and Kleber, and Desaix, and Hoche; ay, and will be again when the Emperor is no more, and Heaven knows who stands in his place. The genius of a French army is fighting, not for gain, nor plunder, nor even for glory, so much as for fighting itself; and he is the best man who gives them most of it. What reduced the reckless hordes of the Revolution to habits of discipline and obedience but the warlike spirit of their leaders, whose bravery they respected? And think you Napoleon himself does not feel this in his heart, and know the necessity of continual war to feed the insatiable appet.i.te of his followers? In a word, my friend," added he, in a tone of mock solemnity, "we are a great people; and Nature intended us to be so by giving us a language in which _Gloire_ rhymes with _Victoire_. And now for the march, for I fancy we are late enough already."

There are few sources of annoyance more poignant than to discover any illusion we have long indulged in a.s.sailed by the sneers and sarcasms of another, who a.s.sumes a tone of superior wisdom on the faith of a difference of opinion. The ma.s.s of our likings and dislikings find their way into our heart more from impulse than reason, and when attacked are scarcely defensible by any effort of the understanding. This very fact renders us more painfully alive to their preservation, and we shrink instinctively from any discussion of them. While such is the case, we feel more bitterly the cruelty of him who, out of mere wantonness, can sport with the sources of our happiness, and a.s.sail the hidden stores of so many of our pleasures; for unhappily the mockery once listened to lies a.s.sociated with the idea forever.

Already had d.u.c.h.esne stripped me of more than one delusion, and made me feel that I was but indulging in a deceptive happiness in my dream of life; and often did I regret that I ever knew him. It is not enough to feel the sophistry of one's adversary, you should be able to detect and expose it, otherwise the triumphant tone he a.s.sumes gives him an air of victory which ends by imposing on yourself. And of this I now felt convinced in my own case.

These thoughts rendered me silent as we wended our way towards the Tuileries, where the various officers of the staff and the _corps d'elite_ were a.s.sembled. Here we found several of the marshals in waiting for the Emperor, while the Mameluke Guard, in all the splendor of its gay equipments, stood around the great entrance to the Palace.

Many handsome equipages were also there; one, conspicuous above the rest for its livery of white and gold, with four outriders, belonged to Madame Murat, the Grand-d.u.c.h.ess of Berg, whose taste for splendor and show extended to every department of her household.

At last there was a movement in those nearest the Palace; the drums beat to arms, the guard within the vestibule presented, and the Emperor appeared, followed by a brilliant staff. He stood for a few seconds on the steps, his hands clasped behind his back, and his head a little bent forwards as if in thought; then, drawing himself up, he looked with a gaze of proud composure on the crowd that filled the court of the Palace, and where now all was silent and still. Never before had I remarked the same imperious expression of his features; but as his eye ranged over the brilliant array, now I could read the innate consciousness of superiority in which he excelled. Ney, Murat, Victor, Bessieres,--how little seemed they all before that mighty genius, whose glory they but reflected!

Oh, how lightly then did I deem the mocking jests of d.u.c.h.esne, or all that his sarcasm could invent! There stood the conqueror of Italy and Egypt, the victor of Marengo and Austerlitz, looking every inch a monarch and a soldier. Whether from thoughtless inattention or studied affectation I cannot say, but at that moment, when all stood in respectful silence before the Emperor, d.u.c.h.esne had approached the grille of the Palace, next to the Place du Carrousel, and was busily chatting with a pretty-looking girl, who, with a number of others, sat in a hired caleche. A hearty burst of laughter at something he said rang through the court, and turned every eye in that direction. In an instant the Emperor's eagle glance pierced the distance, and fastened on the chevalier, who, seated carelessly on one side of his saddle, paid no attention to what was going forward; when suddenly an aide-de-camp touched him on the arm, and said,--

"Monsieur le Capitaine d.u.c.h.esne, his Majesty the Emperor would speak with you."

d.u.c.h.esne turned; a faint, a very faint flush, covered his cheek, and putting spurs to his horse, he galloped up to the front of the terrace, where the Emperor was standing. From the distance at which I stood, to hear what pa.s.sed was impossible; but I watched with a most painful interest the scene before me.

The Emperor's att.i.tude was unchanged as the chevalier rode up; and when d.u.c.h.esne himself seemed to listen with a respectful manner to the words of his Majesty, I could see by his easy bearing that his self-possession had never deserted him. The interview lasted not many minutes, when the Emperor waved his hand haughtily; and the chevalier, saluting with his sabre, backed his horse some paces, and then, wheeling round, rapidly galloped towards the gate, through which he pa.s.sed.

"This evening, then, Mademoiselle," said he, with a smile, "I hope to have the honor." And, with a courteous bow, rode on towards the archway opening on the quay.

"What has happened?" said I, eagerly, to the officer at my side.

He shook his head as if doubtful, and half fearing even to whisper at the moment.

"His privilege of the _elite_ is withdrawn, sir," said an old general officer. "He must leave Paris to join his regiment in twenty-four hours."

"Poor fellow!" muttered I, half aloud, when a savage frown from the veteran officer corrected my words.

"What, sir!" said he, in a low voice, where every word was thickened to a guttural sound--"what, sir! is the court of the Tuileries no more than a canteen or a bivouac? _Pardieu!_ if it was not for his laced jacket he had been degraded to the ranks; ay, and deserved it too!"

The coa.r.s.e accents and underbred tone of the speaker showed me at once that it was one of the old generals of the Republican army, who never could endure the descendants of aristocratic families in the service, and who were too willing always to attribute to insolence and premeditated affront even the slightest breaches of military etiquette.