Chapter XXXIV

“_Et Balbus bellum horridum fecit._”

--CONVULSIUS.

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HE Marquis led us from the station into a road, where we found the van

already under way and two carriages awaiting us. In one Dick and Teddy

were already installed; the Marquis and Kate entered the other. I

joined my friends, and Halfred sprang upon the box; and off we set for

a destination which our leader, after his habit, kept till the last a

profound secret. So far as I could see, our force consisted of the

party I have named, the men in the van, and the three drivers. Hankey, I

presumed, must be one of the last. Where we were to find a ship, and how

soon we were to find our French allies, I had no notion at all.

That drive seemed as interminable as the railway journey, and certainly

it was far more uncomfortable. We were all three too sleepy to talk

much, but, to my constant wonder and delight, I found my two companions

as ready as ever to go ahead and take their chance of what might befall

them.

“I say,” said Teddy, in a drowsy tone, “do you think there's any chance

of getting a bath before we begin?”

“The despised sandwich would come in handy, too,” added Dick. “I say,

monsieur, why didn't you bring a flask?”

“I did,” I replied, “and here it is.”

“He is another Napoleon,” said Dick. “Nothing is forgotten.”

Meantime the day began to break, and, though the sun had not yet risen,

it was quite light when we felt our carriage stop.

“Alight!” said the voice of the Marquis. “We have arrived!”

We were in a side track that ran through the fields of a sheltered

valley; on one side a grove of trees concealed us; on the other, through

the end of the valley and only at a little distance off, I saw something

that roused me with a thrill of excitement. It was the open, gray sea,

with a small steamboat lying close inshore.

“Peste!” cried the Marquis, taking me aside. “Hankey is not here!”

“Not with us?”

“No; he must have been left at the station. It is a nuisance!”

“It seems to me worse than that.”

“Yes, for we cannot wait; we must leave him behind. It is a great

loss. And now, my brave comrade, the drama commences--the drama of the

restoration! You will open the van, and as the men come out I shall

address them.”

“In English?” I asked.

“Yes; I have prepared and learned by heart an oration. It will not be

long, but it will be moving. Ah, you will see that I can be eloquent!”

With his wife at his side, and the drivers a few paces behind him, he

drew himself up and threw out his chest, while I unlocked the door of

the van.

Throwing it open I stepped back, curious to see the desperadoes he had

collected, and wondering how they would regard the business, while the

Marquis cleared his throat.

A moment's expectant pause, and then--conceive my sensations--out

stepped, first, the burly form of Sir Henry Horley, then the upright

figure of General Sholto, next the benevolent countenance of the Bishop

of Battersea, and after him the remainder of my invited guests. The

Marquis had kidnapped the wrong men!

“What the devil!” began Sir Henry, glancing round him to see in what

country and company he found himself; but before there was time for

a word of explanation, the Marquis had launched upon his passionate

appeal. As the original manuscript afterwards came into my possession,

I am able to give the exact words of this remarkable oration.

“Brave, gallant men,” he cried; “you have come to share adventures

stupendous, miraculous, which you will enjoy! I lead you, my good

Britannic sportsmen, whither or why obviously can be seen, to establish

the anointed and legal King in his right country! To die successfully

is glorious! But you will not; you will live forever conquering, and

gratefully recollected in France!

“You” [here he waved his hand towards the astonished baronet] “will

enjoy drink of all beers and spirits that an English proverbially adores

ever after and always! Also you” [here he indicated the dumfounded

bishop] “will enjoy women, the most lively and sporting in the

wide world, always and ever after! Also you” [pointing towards the

substantial form of Mr. Alderman Guffin] “shall bask and revel in the

land of song, of music, of light fantastic toes, amid all which once and

more having been never stopping again bravo and hip, hip, my sportsmen!

Once, twice, thrice, follow me to victor!”

He stopped and looked eagerly for the fruits of this appeal, and his

Britannic sportsmen returned his gaze with interest. I am free to

confess that long before this my two companions and I had shrunk from

publicity behind the door of the van, awaiting a more fitting moment to

greet our friends.

“Is this a dashed asylum, or a dashed nightmare?” demanded Sir Henry.

Not quite comprehending this, but seeing that these recruits displayed

no great alacrity, the Marquis again raised his voice and cried:

“Are you afraid, brave garçons?”

But now an unexpected light was thrown on their captors.

“Kate!” exclaimed General Sholto in a bewildered voice.

That the unfortunate General should have his domestic drama played in

public was more than I could bear. I stepped forward, and I may honestly

say that I effectually distracted attention. It was not a pleasant

process, even when assisted by the explanations of Teddy to his father

and the loyal assurances of Dick; but it at least cleared the air.

As for the unfortunate Marquis, his chagrin was so evident that,

diabolically unpleasant as he had made my own position, I could not but

feel sorry for him.

“And so,” he said to me, sadly, “Heaven has been unkind to me again. I

acted for the best, my dear d'Haricot, believe me! But I fear I do not

excel so much in carrying out details as in conceiving plans. I see, it

was my fault! I allowed these gentlemen to enter that house by the wrong

door. Well, if they will not follow us--and I fear they are reluctant,

though I do not understand all they say--we three must go alone!”

“Three?” I asked.

“My wife and you and I. Say farewell to your friends and come! The

vessel awaits us and our forces in France will at all events be ready.”

But Heaven was to prove still more unkind to our unfortunate leader.

“Who are these?” I exclaimed.

“The English police!” he cried. “We are betrayed!”

And indeed we were. A force of mounted policemen swept round the corner

of the wood and trotted up to us, and in the midst of them we recognized

the double-faced Hankey.

“What do you want, gentlemen?” asked the Marquis, calmly, though his

eyes flashed dangerously at the traitor.

“We come in the Queen's name!” replied the officer in command. “Are you

the Marquis de la Carrabasse?”

I am.

“I have a warrant, then, for your arrest.”

But now, for the first time, fortune turned in the Marquis's favor,

though I fear it seemed to that zealous patriot a poor crumb of

consolation that she threw.

Instead of finding, as our betrayer had calculated, a crew of

suspicious-looking adventurers, he beheld a small party of middle-aged

gentlemen attired in evening clothes and anxious only to find their way

home again; and, to add to our good luck, when they came to look for our

case of arms and ammunition it appeared that the Marquis had forgotten

to bring it. Also, these same elderly gentlemen showed a very marked

disinclination to have their share in the adventure appear in the

morning papers, even in the capacity of witnesses.

And, finally, as the French government had been informed of our plans

for some weeks past, so that we were absolutely powerless for mischief,

the police decided to overlook my share altogether and make a merely

formal matter of my friend's arrest.

“What will my King say?” cried the poor Marquis. “Oh, d'Haricot, I am

disgraced, and my honor is lost! Tell me not that I am unfortunate; for

what difference does that make? Such misfortunes must not be survived!

Adieu, my friend! Pardon my suspicions!”

Before I could prevent him, the unfortunate man quickly thrust his hand

into his pistol-pocket, and in that same instant would have blown out

those ingenious, unpractical brains. But, with a fresh look of despair,

he stopped, petrified, his hand still in his pocket.

“My revolver also is forgotten!” he exclaimed. “I am neither capable of

living nor of dying!”

“Thank Heaven who mislaid that pistol,” I replied. “Had you forgotten

your bride, too?”

“Mon Dieu! I had! I thank you for reminding me. Ah, yes, I have some

consolation in life left, me!”

But though the Marchioness no doubt consoled him later, she was at that

moment in anything but a sympathetic mood.

“Well, my dear,” I overheard the General saying to her, “as you make

your bed so you must lie in it. This--er--Marquis, doesn't he call

himself?--of yours hasn't started very brilliantly, but, I dare say, by

the time he has been before the magistrate and cooled down, and had a

shave and so forth, he will do better. I shouldn't let him mix himself

up in any more of these plots of his, though, if I were you.”

She tossed her head, and the defiant flash of her eyes told her uncle

plainly to mind his own business; but I fear his words had stung her

more than he intended, for when her husband said to her, dramatically,

“My love, we have failed!” she merely replied, with a sarcastic air,

“Naturaly; what else could you have expected?”

She beamed upon me with contrasting kindness, lingered to say farewell

to the admiring Teddy, who had just been presented to her, went by her

uncle with a disdainful glance, and then the happy couple passed out of

this story.

“A devilish fine woman!” said Teddy.

“Others have made the same reflection,” I replied.

“And now, monsieur,” said Dick, “I think it's about time we were getting

back to London, bath, and breakfast.”

“Carriage is ready, sir,” said the voice of Halfred.

“Whose carriage?”

“Carriage as we came down in, sir. I've give the driver the tip, and

he's waiting behind them trees.”

“But what about all these unfortunate gentlemen?”

“Thought as 'ow they might prefer travelling in the van they comed

in,” he replied, with a semblance of great gravity.

But I had not the hardihood to do this, and concerning my journey to

town with my dinnerless, sleepless, and breakfastless guests, I should

rather say as little as possible.

I confess I envied the Marquis accompanying his escort of constables.

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