CHAPTER VIII. IN SEARCH OF GLORY

The next morning the 18th battalion of ‘chasseurs’, in dress uniform,

with knapsacks on their backs and fully armed, awaited in the Gare de

Lyon the moment to board the train destined to transport them to the

coast.

At a trumpet-call this movement was executed in silence, and in perfect

order; and only after all the men were installed did the functionaries

who kept the crowd in order take their own places in the carriages,

leaving a throng of relatives and friends jostling one another upon the

quay.

Fanny Dorville and her friend the duenna tried in vain to reach the

compartment wherein Henri had his place, already in marching order;

the presence of the Duc and the Duchesse de Montgeron prevented the two

women from approaching him. Nevertheless, at the moment when the train

began to move slowly out of the station, an employee found the means to

slip into the hands of the Marquis a small packet containing the little

fetich which his mistress had kept for him. It was a medallion of the

Holy Virgin, which had been blessed at Notre-Dame des-Victoires, and it

was attached to a long gold chain.

Thirty-six hours later, on the evening of the 26th of June, the

battalion embarked aboard the Imperial, which, with steam up, was due to

leave the Toulon roadstead at daybreak. At the moment of getting under

weigh, the officer in charge of the luggage, who was the last to leave

the shore, brought several despatches aboard the ship, and handed to

Lieutenant de Prerolles a telegram, which had been received the evening

before at the quay.

The Marquis opened it and read: “Chateau and lands sold for 1,450,000

francs. Everything paid, 1600 francs remain disposable.”

“That is to say,” thought the officer, sadly, “I have my pay and barely

three thousand francs’ income!”

Leaning both elbows upon the taffrail, he gazed long at the shores

of France, which appeared to fly toward the horizon; then, brusquely

turning his eyes to the quarters filled with the strong figures and

manly faces of the young foot-soldiers of the 18th battalion, he said

to himself that among such men, under whatever skies or at whatever

distance, one found his country--glancing aloft where floated above his

head the folds of his flag.

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