CHAPTER V. A DESPERATE RESOLUTION

The chimneys and roofs of the tall houses along the boulevards stood out

sharp and clear in the light of the rising sun. Here and there squads

of street-cleaners appeared, and belated hucksters urged their horses

toward the markets; but except for these, the streets were deserted, and

the little coupe that carried Caesar and his misfortunes rolled rapidly

toward the Barriere du Trone.

With all the coach-windows lowered, in order to admit the fresh morning

air, the energetic nobleman, buffeted by ill-luck, suddenly raised his

head and steadily looked in the face the consequences of his defeat.

He, too, could say that all was lost save honor; and already, from the

depths of his virile soul, sprang the only resolution that seemed to him

worthy of himself.

When he entered his own rooms in order to dress, his mind was made up;

and although, during the military exercises that morning, his commands

were more abrupt than usual, no one would have suspected that his mind

was preoccupied by any unusual trouble.

He decided to call upon his superior officer that afternoon to request

from him authorization to seek an exchange for Africa. Then he went

quietly to breakfast at the pension of the officers of his own rank,

who, observing his calm demeanor, in contrast to their own, knew that

he must be unaware of the important news just published in the morning

journals. General de Lorencez, after an unsuccessful attack upon the

walls of Puebla, had been compelled to retreat toward Orizaba, and to

intrench there while waiting for reenforcements.

This military event awakened the liveliest discussions, and in the

midst of the repast a quartermaster entered to announce the reply to the

report, first presenting his open register to the senior lieutenant.

“Ah! By Jove, fellows! what luck!” cried that officer, joyously.

“What is it?” demanded the others in chorus.

“Listen to this!” And he read aloud: “‘General Order: An expedition

corps, composed of two divisions of infantry, under the command of

General Forey, is in process of forming, in order to be sent to Mexico

on urgent business. The brigade of the advance guard will be composed of

the First Regiment of Zouaves and the Eighteenth Battalion of infantry.

As soon as these companies shall be prepared for war, this battalion

will proceed by the shortest route to Toulon; thence they will embark

aboard the Imperial on the twenty-sixth day of June next.’”

Arousing cheer drowned the end of the reading of this bulletin, the

tenor of which gave to Henri’s aspirations an immediate and more

advantageous prospect immediate, because, as his company was the first

to march, he was assured of not remaining longer at the garrison; more

advantageous, because the dangers of a foreign expedition opened a much

larger field for his chances of promotion.

Consequently, less than a month remained to him in which to settle his

indebtedness. After the reading of the bulletin, he asked one of his

brother officers to take his place until evening, caught the first train

to town, and, alighting at the Bastille, went directly to the Hotel

de Montgeron, where he had temporary quarters whenever he chose to use

them.

“Is the Duke at home?” he inquired of the Swiss.

Receiving an affirmative reply, he crossed the courtyard, and was soon

announced to his brother-in-law, the noble proprietor of La Sarthe,

deputy of the Legitimist opposition to the Corps Legislatif of the

Empire.

The Duc de Montgeron listened in silence to his relative’s explanation

of his situation. When the recital was finished, without uttering a

syllable he opened a drawer, drew out a legal paper, and handed it to

Henri, saying:

“This is my marriage contract. Read it, and you will see that I have

had, from the head of my family, three hundred and fifteen thousand

livres income. I do not say this to you in order to contrast my riches

with your ruin, but only to prove to you that I was perfectly well able

to marry your sister even had she possessed no dot. That dot yields

seven hundred and fifteen thousand francs’ income, at three per cent.

We were married under the law of community of goods, which greatly

simplifies matters when husband and wife have, as have Jeanne and

myself, but one heart and one way of looking at things. To consult her

would be, perhaps, to injure her. To-morrow I will sell the necessary

stock, and ere the end of the week Monsieur Durand, your notary and

ours, shall hold at your disposal the amount of the sum you lost last

night.”

The blood rose to the cheeks of the young officer.

“I--I” he stammered, pressing convulsively the hands of his

brother-in-law. “Shall I let you pay the ransom for my madness and

folly? Shall I a second time despoil my sister, already robbed by me of

one half her rightful share? I should die of shame! Or, rather--wait a

moment! Let us reverse our situations for an instant, and if you will

swear to me that, were you in my place, you would accept--Ah, you see!

You hesitate as much now as you hesitated little a moment ago in your

simple and cordial burst of generosity: Consequently, I refuse!”

“What do you mean to do, then?”

“To sell Prerolles immediately-to-day, if possible. This determination

troubles you because of the grief it will cause Jeanne. It will grieve

me, too. And the courage to tell this to her is the only effort to which

my strength is unequal. Only you can tell it in such a way as to soften

the blow--”

“I will try to do it,” said the Duke.

“I thank you! As to the personal belongings and the family portraits,

their place is at Montgeron, is it not?”

“That is understood. Now, one word more, Henri.”

“Speak!”

“Have you not another embarrassment to settle?”

“I have indeed, and the sooner the better. Unhappily--”

“You have not enough money,” finished the Duke. “I have received this

morning twenty-five thousand francs’ rent from my farms. Will you allow

me to lend them to you?”

“To be repaid from the price of the sale? Very willingly, this time.”

And he placed in an envelope the notes handed him by his brother-in-law.

“This is the last will and testament of love,” said the Marquis, as he

departed, to give the necessary instructions to his notary.

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