Arnold Dampierre had moved from his lodgings in the Quartier Latin at
the outbreak of the insurrection, and had taken up his abode in one of
the streets leading up to Montmartre. There he was in close connection
with many of the leaders of the Commune, his speeches and his regular
attendance at their meetings, his connection with Dufaure, who was the
president of one of the revolutionary committees, and with his daughter,
and the fact that he was an American, had rendered him one of the most
conspicuous characters in the Quarter. He would have been named one of
the delegates of the Council of the Commune, but he refused the honor,
preferring to remain, as he said, "the representative of the great
republic across the seas."
More than once Cuthbert met him as he rode about, but only once did they
speak. Cuthbert was crossing the square in front of the Hôtel de Ville,
when he saw Arnold Dampierre. The latter was on foot and did not notice
Cuthbert until he was within a few yards of him; as his eye fell on him
he hesitated and then walked on as if about to pass without speaking;
Cuthbert, however, held out his hand.
"Why, Dampierre," he said, "you are not going to cut me, are you? There
has been no quarrel between us, and the last time we met was when we
were lying next to each other in the ambulance."
Dampierre took the offered hand. "No, no," he said with nervous
quickness, "no quarrel at all, Hartington, but you see we have gone
different ways, that is to say, I have gone out of your way, and thought
that you would not care to continue the acquaintance."
"There is no such feeling on my part, I can assure you. There need be no
question between us as to the part you have taken. I am sorry, but it
is no concern of mine, and after living in the same house for a year or
so, and having faced death side by side at Champigny, no difference of
political opinion should interfere with our friendship. Besides, you
know," he added with a laugh, "I may want to get you to exert your
influence on my behalf. Events are thickening. In troubled times it is
always well to have a friend at court, and if I come to be treated as a
suspect, I shall refer to you for a character as a peaceable and
well-intentioned student of art."
"There is no fear of anything of that sort, Hartington; but should you,
by any possibility, get into trouble, you have but to send to me.
However, this state of things will not last long, the people are fairly
roused now and will soon sweep the butchers of Versailles before them,
and a reign of perfect freedom and equality will be established, and the
world will witness the spectacle of a free country, purging itself from
the tyranny of capital and the abuse of power, under which it has so
long groaned. But I have much to do and must be off," and with a hasty
shake of the hand he hurried away again.
Cuthbert looked after him. "The poor fellow is fast qualifying for a
mad-house," he said; "he has changed sadly, his cheeks are hollow and
his eyes unnaturally brilliant. Those patches of color on his cheeks are
signs of fever rather than of health. That woman, Minette, is
responsible for this ruin. It must end badly one way or the other; the
best thing that could happen to him would be to fall in one of these
sorties. He has made himself so conspicuous that he is almost certain to
be shot when the troops take Paris, unless, indeed, he becomes an actual
lunatic before that. Wound up as he is by excitement and enthusiasm he
will never bring himself to sneak off in disguise, as most of the men
who have stirred up this business will do."
The time passed quickly enough in Paris, events followed each other
rapidly, there was scarce a day without fighting, more or less serious.
Gradually the troops wrested position after position from the
Communists, but not without heavy fighting. The army at Versailles had
swelled so rapidly by the arrival of the prisoners from Germany that
even in Paris, where the journals of the Commune endeavored to keep up
the spirits of the defenders by wholesale lying as to the result of the
fighting outside its walls. It was known that at least a hundred
thousand men were now gathered at Versailles.
"There is no doubt of one thing," Cuthbert said, as standing with Mary
on the Trocadero, they one day watched the duel, when the guns at Meudon
were replying vigorously to the fire of the forts, "I must modify my
first opinions as to the courage of the Communists. They have learnt to
fight, and allowing for all the exaggeration and bombast of their
proclamations, they now stand admirably; they have more than once
retaken positions from which they have been driven, and although very
little is said about their losses, I was talking yesterday to a surgeon
in one of the hospitals, and he tells me that already they must be as
great as those throughout the whole of the first siege.
"They are still occasionally subject to panics. For instance, there was
a bad one the other night when the troops took the Chateau of Becon, and
again at Clamart, but I fancy that is owing to the mistake the
Communists made in forcing men who are altogether opposed to them into
their ranks. These men naturally bolt directly they are attacked, and
that causes a panic among the others who would have fought had the rest
stood. Still, altogether, they are fighting infinitely better than
expected, and at Clamart they fought really well in the open for the
first time. Before, I own that my only feelings towards the battalions
of beetle-browed ruffians from the faubourgs was disgust, now I am
beginning to feel a respect for them, but it makes the prospect here all
the darker.
"I have no doubt that as soon as McMahon has got all his batteries into
position he will open such a fire as will silence the forts and speedily
make breaches in the walls; but the real fighting won't begin till they
enter. The barricades were at first little more than breastworks, but
they have grown and grown until they have become formidable
fortifications, and, if stoutly defended, and with every house occupied
by desperate men, it will be terrible work carrying them by assault.
However, there are few places where the main defences cannot be turned,
for it is impossible to fortify every street. However, if the Communists
fight as desperately as we may now expect, in their despair, the work of
clearing the whole city must occupy many days."
"It will be very unpleasant in Passy when the batteries on all those
heights open fire."
"It would, indeed, if they were to direct their fire in this direction,
for they could wipe Passy out altogether in a few hours; but everything
shows that Thiers is anxious to spare Paris itself as much as possible.
Not a shot has been fired at random, and scarcely a house has been
injured. They fire only at the forts and at the batteries on this side,
and when they begin in earnest I have no doubt it will be the same. It
would be a mere waste of shot to fire up there, and if the Versailles
people were to do unnecessary damage it would bring them into odium
throughout all France, for it would be said that they were worse than
the Prussians."
On the 25th of April, at 8 o'clock in the morning, the long silence of
the besiegers' batteries ended. Cuthbert was taking his coffee when he
heard a sound like the rumble of a heavy wagon. He ran to his window.
There was quiet in the street below, for everyone had stopped abruptly
to listen to the roar, and from every window heads appeared. Completing
his dressing hastily, he went out and took the first fiacre he met and
drove to Passy. The rumble had deepened into a heavy roar; the air
quivered with the vibrations, and the shriek of the shells mingled with
the deep booming of the guns. When he entered Madame Michaud's, she, her
husband and Mary were standing at the open window.
"We have just come down from the top of the house," Mary said, "it is a
grand sight from there; will you come up, Cuthbert?"
"Certainly, Mary; you see I was right, and there do not seem to be any
shell coming this way."
"No. But we were all desperately alarmed, were we not madame, when they
began."
"It was enough to alarm one," Madame Michaud said indignantly, "half the
windows were broken, and that was enough to startle one even without the
firing."
"It was perfectly natural, madame," Cuthbert agreed; "the first shock is
always trying, and even soldiers with seasoned nerves might be excused
for starting, when such a din as this commenced."
Cuthbert and Mary went up at once to the roof, where the old gentleman
from below had already set up his telescope. He did not need that,
however, to observe what was going on. Along almost the whole crest of
the eminences round the south and west, heavy guns were playing upon the
defences. From the heights of Chatillon, the puffs of white smoke came
thick and fast, the battery at the Chateau of Meudon was hard at work,
as were those of Brimborien and Breteuil. Mount Valerien was joining in
the fray, while batteries on the plateau of Villejuif were firing at the
forts of Montrouge and Bicêtre. Without exception, the greater part of
the fire was concentrated upon the forts of Issy and Vanves, while
attention was also being paid to the batteries at Point de Jour and
Porte Maillot.
The Communists replied to the fire steadily, although Issy, which came
in for by far the largest share of the attentions of the assailants,
fired only a gun now and then, showing that it was still tenanted by the
defenders. It was difficult indeed to see how often it replied, for the
shell burst so frequently on it that it was difficult to distinguish
between their flashes and those of its guns. Through the telescope could
be seen how terrible was the effect of the fire; already the fort had
lost the regularity of its shape, and the earth, with which it had been
thickly covered, was pitted with holes. Presently there was an outburst
of firing comparatively close at hand.
"That is the battery on the Trocadero," one of the party exclaimed. "I
think that they must be firing at Valerien, I saw several spurts of
smoke close to it."
"I hope not," Cuthbert said, "for if Valerien answers, our position here
will not be so pleasant."
For an hour Valerien disregarded the shells bursting in and around it,
and continuing its fire against Issy.
"That was a good shot," the astronomer said, as he sat with his eyes at
his telescope watching the fort. "A shell burst right on one of the
embrasures." A minute or two later came a rushing sound, rising rapidly
to a scream; instinctively most of those on the roof ducked their heads.
"Valerien is waking up," Cuthbert said; "here comes another."
For an hour Valerien poured its fire upon the battery on the Trocadero,
and with so accurate an aim that at the end of that time it was reduced
to silence. While the fire was going on, those on the roof went below,
for although the precision with which the artillerymen fired was so
excellent that there was but slight danger, the trial to the nerves from
the rush of the heavy shell was so great that they were glad to leave
the roof and to take their places at the windows below. The danger was
no less, for had a shell struck the house and exploded, it would have
wrecked the whole building, but there was some sense of safety in
drawing back behind the shelter of the wall as the missiles were heard
approaching.
To the disappointment of the middle class who still remained in Paris,
the bombardment was only partly renewed on the following day, and then
things went on as before. It was supposed that its effects, great as
they had been on the forts most exposed to it, had not come up to the
expectations of the besiegers, and the telescope showed that the troops
were hard at work erecting a great battery on Montretout, an eminence
near St. Cloud. On the night of the 5th of May the whole of the
batteries opened fire again, and the troops made a desperate effort to
cut the force in Issy from communication either with the town or with
Vanves. The National Guard poured out from the city, and for some hours
the fighting was very severe, the troops at last succeeding in their
object; but as soon as they had done so, the guns on the enciente and
those of Vanves opened so tremendous a fire upon them, that they were
forced to abandon the positions they had won.
At the Railway Station at Clamart there was also heavy fighting; the
National Guard attacked suddenly and in such overwhelming numbers that
after a short but desperate resistance, the garrison of the station were
forced to retire. Reinforcements were soon brought up, the troops again
advanced and the insurgents were driven out. Their loss during the night
was put down as a thousand. On the 8th Montretout, which was armed with
72 heavy guns, opened fire, the rest of the batteries joined in, and for
a couple of hours the din was terrific. The next day Issy was captured
by the troops. They attacked the village at daybreak, and advancing
slowly, capturing house by house, they occupied the church and
marketplace at noon. Just as they had done so, a battalion of Insurgents
were seen advancing, to reinforce the garrison of the Fort. They were
allowed to advance to within fifty yards when a heavy volley was poured
into them. They halted for a moment, but their colonel rallied them. He
was, however, killed by another volley, when the men at once broke,
threw away their arms, and ran back to the city gates. The rest of the
village was carried with a rush, and when the troops reached the gate of
the Fort, it was found open. It was at once occupied, the whole of the
defenders having fled, as they saw that the steady advance of the troops
would, if they remained, cut them off from escape. The fall of the Fort
was so unexpected that the batteries on the heights continued to fire
upon it for some time after the troops had gained possession.
The capture of Issy created an immense effect in Paris. General Rossel
resigned the command of the insurgent army. He had been a colonel of the
engineers, and was an officer of merit, but his political opinions had
proved too much for his loyalty to his country and profession; doubtless
he had deemed that if, as at first seemed probable, the insurrection
would be successful and the revolution triumph, he would become its
Napoleon. He now saw the ruin of his hopes; he had forfeited his
position and his life, and in the proclamation he issued announcing his
resignation he poured out all the bitterness of his disappointment, and
told the Commune his opinion of them, namely, that they were utterly
incapable, without an idea of the principles either of liberty or of
order, and filled only with jealousy and hatred of each other. So
scathing was the indictment, that he was at once arrested, but managed
to make his escape.
The fire from the batteries on the assailants' right, was now
concentrated upon Vanves, which was evacuated by the insurgents two days
later. The fall of these forts left the position at Point de Jour
unsupported, and indeed the guns remounted at Issy took its defenders in
flank, and rendered it impossible for them to work their guns. In their
despair the Commune now threw off the mask of comparative moderation,
and proceeded to imitate to its fullest extent the government of the
Jacobins. Decrees were passed for the establishment of courts to arrest,
try, and execute suspected persons without delay, and under the false
pretence that prisoners taken by the troops had been executed, the
murder of the Archbishop of Paris and other priests, who had been taken
and thrown into prison as hostages, was decided upon.
Upon the fall of Issy being known, Cuthbert considered the end to be so
near that it would be better for him to take up his abode permanently at
Madame Michaud's. She had been pressing him to do so for some time, as
she and her husband thought that the presence of an English gentleman
there would conduce to their safety when the troops entered Paris. He
had indeed spent most of his time there for the last three weeks, but
had always returned to his lodgings at night. He, therefore, packed up
his pictures and his principal belongings and drove with them to Passy.
Two days later he met Arnold Dampierre.
"I am glad to have met you," the latter said, "I have been to our old
place, and found that you had left. Minette and I are to be married
to-morrow, a civil marriage, of course, and I should be very glad if you
will be present as a witness. There is no saying who will be alive at
the end of another week, and I should like the marriage to be witnessed
by you."
"I will do so with pleasure, Arnold, though it seems scarcely a time for
marrying."
"That is true, but if we escape we must escape together. If I am killed
I wish her to go over to America and live as mistress of my place there,
therefore, I shall place in your hands an official copy of the register
of our marriage. Where will she be able to find you after all this is
over?"
Cuthbert gave his address at Madame Michaud's.
"I don't suppose I shall stay there long after all is finished here," he
said, "but they will know where to forward any letters to me. Would it
not be better, Arnold, for you to throw up all this at once and return
to your old lodgings, where you may perhaps remain quietly until the
search for the leaders of this affair relaxes?"
Arnold shook his head gloomily; "I must go through it to the end. The
cause is a noble one, and it is not because its leaders are base, and at
the same time wholly incapable men, that I should desert it. Besides,
even if I should do so, she would not. No, it is not to be thought of.
The marriage will take place at the Mairie of Montmartre, at eleven
o'clock tomorrow."
"I will be there, Arnold." Cuthbert walked slowly back to Passy. He was
shocked at the dismal shipwreck, of what had seemed a bright and
pleasant future, of the man of whom he had seen so much for upwards of a
year. Dampierre's life had seemed to offer a fairer chance of happiness
and prosperity than that of any other of the students at Monsieur
Goudé's. He had an estate amply sufficient to live upon in comfort, and
even affluence; and he had artistic tastes that would save him from
becoming, like many southern planters, a mere lounger through life. His
fatal love for Minette had caused him to throw himself into this
insurrection, and to take so prominent a part in it that the chance of
his life being spared, did he fall into the hands of the troops, was
small indeed; even did he succeed in escaping with Minette his chances
of happiness in the future seemed to Cuthbert to be faint indeed. With
her passionate impulses she would speedily weary of the tranquil and
easy life on a southern plantation, and, with her, to weary was to seek
change, and however that change might come about, it would bring no
happiness to her husband.
"I am going to see your rival married to-morrow," he said to Mary.
"What, the model? Don't call her my rival, Cuthbert, it makes me ashamed
of myself, even to think that I should have suspected you of caring for
that woman we saw on horseback the other day."
"Then we will call her your supposed rival, Mary; yes, she is going to
be married to Arnold Dampierre, to-morrow."
"What a time to choose for it," she said, with a shudder. "In a few days
Paris will be deluged with blood, for the Commune boasts that every
street is mined."
"We need not believe all that, Mary; no doubt the principal streets have
been mined, but the Commune have made such a boast of the fact, that you
may be sure the French generals will avoid the great thoroughfares as
much as possible, and will turn the barricades by advancing along the
narrow streets and lanes; besides, it is one thing to dig mines and
charge them, and quite another thing to explode them at the right moment
in the midst of a desperate fight. However, I agree with you that it is
a dismal business, but Arnold explained to me that he did it because he
and Minette might have to fly together, or, that if he fell, she might
inherit his property. He did not seem to foresee that she too might
fall, which is, to my mind as likely as his own death, for as in former
fights here, the female Communists will be sure to take their place in
the barricades with the men, and, if so, I will guarantee that Minette
will be one of the foremost to do so. The production of female fiends
seem to be one of the peculiarities of French revolutions. As I told
you, I am going to the wedding in order to sign as a witness; I could
hardly refuse what I regard as the poor fellow's last request, though it
will be a most distasteful business."
"The last time you spoke to him, you said it struck you that he was
going put of his mind."
"Yes, I thought so and think so still; his manner was changed to-day;
before, he had that restless, nervous, excitable look that is the
indication of one phase of insanity; to-day there was the gloomy,
brooding sort of look that is equally characteristic of another form of
madness.
"At the same time that might be well explained by the circumstances, and
I have not the same absolute conviction in his sanity that I had before.
I suppose you will not care to honor the wedding ceremony by your
presence."
"No, no, Cuthbert, not for anything. You cannot think that I should like
to be present at such a ghastly ceremony. I thought the churches were
all shut up."
"So they are; the marriage is to be a civil one. They will merely
declare themselves man and wife in the presence of an official; he will
enter them as such in a register, and the affair will be over. I would
not say so to Arnold, but I have serious doubt whether the American
authorities would recognize the ceremony as a legal one, did she ever
appear there to claim possession. Of course, if he gets away also, it
can be put right by another marriage when they get out, or they can stop
for a few weeks on their way through England, and be married again
there."
"It is all most horrid, Cuthbert."
"Well, if you see it in that light, Mary, I won't press you to go
to-morrow, and will give up any passing idea that I may have had, that
we might embrace the opportunity and be married at the same time."
"It is lucky that you did not make such a proposition to me in earnest,
Cuthbert," Mary laughed, "for if you had, I would assuredly have had
nothing more to do with you."
"Oh, yes, you would, Mary, you could not have helped yourself, and you
would, in a very short time have made excuses for me on the ground of my
natural anxiety to waste no further time before securing my happiness."
"No one could expect any happiness after being married in that sort of
way. No, sir, when quite a long time on, we do get married, it shall be
in a church in a proper and decent manner. I don't know that I might
not be persuaded to make a sacrifice and do without bridesmaids or even
a wedding-breakfast, but everything else must be strictly _en règle_."
The next morning at the appointed hour, Cuthbert went up to Montmartre.
Several men, whose red scarfs showed that they belonged to the
Government of the Commune were standing outside. They looked with some
surprise at Cuthbert as he strolled quietly up. "I am here, messieurs,
to be a witness to the marriage of my friend, Arnold Dampierre."
The manner of the men instantly changed, and one said, "We are here also
to witness the marriage of our noble American friend to the daughter of
our colleague, Dufaure. Dampierre is within, Dufaure will be here with
his daughter in a few minutes." Cuthbert passed through and entered the
office where a Commissary of the Commune was sitting at a table. Arnold
was speaking to him. He turned as Cuthbert entered.
"Thank you, Hartington. This is not exactly what I had pictured would be
the scene at my wedding, but it is not my fault that it must be managed
this way, and I intend to have the ceremony repeated if we get safely to
England. After all, it is but what you call a Gretna Green marriage."
"Yes, as you say, you can be married again, Arnold, which would
certainly be best in all respects, and might save litigation some day.
But here they come, I think."
There was a stir at the door, and Minette and her father entered,
followed by the Communists with red scarfs. Arnold also wore one of
these insignia. Minette was in her dress as a Vivandière. She held out
her hand frankly to Cuthbert.
"I am glad to see you here, monsieur," she said. "It is good that Arnold
should have one of his own people as a witness. You never liked me very
much, I know, but it makes no difference now."
"Please to take your place," the officer said. Cuthbert stepped back a
pace. Arnold took his place in front of the table with Minette by his
side, her father standing close to her.
"There is nothing, Arnold Dampierre," the official asked, "in the laws
of your country that would prevent you making a binding marriage."
"Nothing whatever. When a man is of age in America he is free to
contract any marriage he chooses without obtaining the consent of any
relation whatever."
The official made a note of this. "Martin Dufaure, do you give your
sanction and consent to the marriage of your daughter with Arnold
Dampierre, American citizen."
"I do," the Communist said.
"Take her hand, Arnold Dampierre."
"Do you take this woman as your wife?"
As the words left his lips, there was a pistol-shot. With a low cry,
Arnold fell across the table. Cuthbert had turned at the report, and as
the man who had fired, lowered his pistol to repeat the shot, he sprang
forward, and struck him with all his weight and strength on the temple.
The man fell like a log, his pistol exploding as he did so. With a cry
like that of a wounded animal Minette had turned around, snatched a
dagger from her girdle, and, as the man fell, she sprang to his side and
leant over him with uplifted knife. Cuthbert caught her wrist as she was
about to strike.
"Do not soil your hand with blood, Minette," he said quietly as she
turned fiercely upon him. "Arnold would not like it; leave this fellow
to justice, and give your attention to him."
Dropping the knife she ran forward to the table again, two or three of
Arnold's colleagues were already leaning over him. Believing that her
lover was dead, Minette would have thrown herself on his body, but they
restrained her.
"He is not dead, Minette, the wound is not likely to be fatal, he is
only hit in the shoulder."
"You are lying, you are lying, he is dead," Minette cried, struggling to
free herself from their restraining arms.
"It is as they say, Minette," her father said, leaning over Arnold,
"here is the bullet hole in his coat, it is the same shoulder that was
broken before; he will recover, child, calm yourself, I order you."
Minette ceased to struggle, and burst into a passion of tears.
"You had better send a man to fetch a surgeon at once," Cuthbert said to
one of the Communists. "I have no doubt Arnold has but fainted from the
shock, coming as it did at such a moment," He then looked at the wound.
"'Tis not so serious as the last," he said, "by a long way, it is higher
and has no doubt broken the collar bone, but that is not a very serious
matter. I think we had better lay him down on that bench, put a coat
under his head, pour a few drops of spirits between his lips, and
sprinkle his face with cold water."
Cuthbert then went across the room. Several of the Communists were
standing round the fallen man.
"He is stunned, I think," Cuthbert said.
"He is dead," one of the men replied. "Your blow was enough to kill an
ox. It is the best thing for him, for assuredly he would have been hung
before nightfall for this attempt upon the life of our good American
colleague."
Cuthbert stooped down and felt the pulse of the fallen man.
"I am afraid he is dead," he said, "certainly I had no intention of
killing him. I thought of nothing but preventing him repeating his shot,
which he was on the point of doing."
"It does not matter in the least," one of the men said, "it is all one
whether he was shot by a bullet of the Versaillais, or hung, or killed
by a blow of an Englishman's fist. Monsieur le Commissaire, will you
draw up a proces-verbal of this affair?"
But the Commissary did not answer; in the confusion no one noticed that
he had not risen from his chair, but sat leaning back.
"Diable, what is this?" the Communist went on, "I believe the Commissary
is dead." He hurried round to the back of the table. It was as he said,
the shot fired as the man fell had struck him in the heart, and he had
died without a cry or a movement.
"Morbleau," another of the Communists exclaimed, "we came here to
witness a comedy, and it has turned into a tragedy."
An exclamation from Minette, who was kneeling by Arnold, called
Cuthbert's attention to her. The American had opened his eyes.
"What has happened, Minette," he asked, as she laid her head down on his
breast and burst into another fit of passionate sobbing.
"You are out of luck, Arnold," Cuthbert said, cheerfully; "a villain has
fired at you, but you have got off this time more lightly than the last,
and I think it is nothing more than a broken collar-bone, and that is
not a very serious business, you know; be quiet for a little time; we
shall have the surgeon here directly. Of course Minette is terribly
upset, for she thought for a moment that you were killed."
Arnold lay still, stroking Minette's head gently with his right hand;
gradually her sobs ceased, and Cuthbert then left them to themselves.
The two bodies had by this time been carried into another room, and one
of the delegates took his seat at the table and drew out a formal report
of the occurrences that had taken place which was signed by the others
present and by Cuthbert. A surgeon presently arriving confirmed
Cuthbert's view that the collar-bone had been broken, and proceeded to
bandage it.
As soon as it was done Arnold stood up unsteadily. "Citizen Rigaud, I
presume that, as a high official of the Commune, you can replace the
citizen who has fallen and complete the ceremony."
"Certainly, if it is your wish."
"It is my wish more even than before."
"The matter is simple," the delegate said, "my predecessor has already
recorded your answers, there remains but for me to complete the
ceremony."
A minute later Arnold Dampierre and Minette were pronounced man and
wife, and signed the register, Martin Dufaure, Cuthbert, and the various
deputies present signing as witnesses. A fiacre had been called up, and
was in readiness at the door. Cuthbert assisted Arnold to take his place
in it.
"If I were you, Arnold," he whispered, "I would go to the old lodgings;
of course they are still vacant; if you prefer it, you can take mine, I
still keep them on though I have moved for a time. It will be better for
you in every way not to be up here at Montmartre."
"Thank you; it would anyhow be quieter. Will you tell the coachman where
to drive?"
"I will go on the box," Cuthbert said, "of course Dufaure will go with
you." He told the Communist what they had decided on.
"That will be best," he agreed; "this is not a quiet quarter at present.
What with drumming and drinking, it is not a place for a wounded man."
"You had better go inside with them, and I will go on the box," Cuthbert
said, "keep Minette talking, it will prevent her breaking down, it has
been a terrible shock for her."
The landlady was heartily glad to see Dampierre back again. Cuthbert and
the Communist assisted the wounded man to bed.
"I will see about getting things in at present," Cuthbert said, "so do
not worry over that, Minette; if everything goes well he will be about
again in a few days, but keep him quiet as long as you can, I will come
in to-morrow and see how he is getting on."
After going round to a restaurant and ordering meals to be sent in
regularly, with some bottles of wine for Martin Dufaure's benefit,
Cuthbert returned to Passy.