LETTER XIII.

_Cape Francois._

A few days after the ball mentioned in my last, St. Louis determined to

send Clara and myself to St. Jago de Cuba, and to follow us as soon as

possible. This measure was opposed by major B----; but Clara insisted,

and the day of our departure was fixed. The next day B---- breakfasted

with us; and as soon as we were alone, told Clara that she was wrong in

being so entirely governed by her husband. She replied, that she had

suffered much in consequence of coquetting with general Rochambeau, in

which her only intention had been to find amusement; but she was now

convinced of its being highly dangerous and improper; and that it had

been productive of much ill. She added, that she lived in continual

inquietude, and that nothing would induce her to stay in the Cape if

she could get away.

B---- spoke of the passion of the general,--said he had seen him

that morning, and as a proof of her having been the subject of their

conversation, gave her a letter from him. Is it possible, (she

exclaimed) you in whom my husband has so much confidence? You are

a fool, replied B----, and your husband is no better: and if his

insolence to the general has not been punished it is owing to my

interference.

Clara read the letter. It was filled with professions of admiration and

unalterable love. He begged her not to think of leaving the Cape, which

was in no danger; and further said he had taken measures to prevent

her being sent away. He requested her to write to him, but this she

positively refused.

Towards noon a proclamation was issued ordering all the passports which

had been granted during the last three months to be returned. St. Louis

was in despair: he had intended sending Clara off without eclat, having

procured passports before, but B---- betrayed him. Yet in B---- he

has the most unbounded confidence; and suffers Clara to receive nobody

else. She walks with him when she pleases, and he never fails on such

occasions to give the general an opportunity of speaking to her.

A few days ago we went to Picolet, to see the fort. The road to it

winds along the seashore at the foot of the mountain. The rocks are

covered with the Arabian jessamin, which grows here in the greatest

profusion. Its flexible branches form among the cliffs moving festoons

and fantastic ornaments, and its flowers whiter than snow, fill the

air with intoxicating fragrance. After having visited the fort we

were preparing to return, when we saw a troop of horsemen descending

the mountain. They came full speed. We soon discovered they were the

general and his suite; and as they followed the windings of the road,

with their uniform _a la mameluc_, and their long sabres, they appeared

like a horde of Arabs.

The general arrived first, and jumping from his horse, told Clara that

he had left the table an hour sooner than usual to have the pleasure

of seeing her. Then, said she, looking reproachfully at B----, you

have a familiar spirit who informs you of my movements! Why not, he

replied, are you not an enchantress, and have you not employed all the

powers of magic to enslave me? You are in an error said Clara; I was

flattered by your admiration, and gratified by the attentions with

which you honoured me; but I used no art to attract the one, and am

too sensible of my own defects not to feel that I am indebted for the

other entirely to your goodness. That is too modest to be natural,

cried the general. Nobody who possesses your charms can be ignorant

of their power; nor could any one mistake the passion I have evinced

for you, for the common attention every lady receives as her due. Then

you do not believe a woman can be modest? asked Clara. Modest if you

please, but not insensible, he replied. And suffer me to observe,--Oh

no observations, I entreat, interrupted Clara; for this interview will,

I fear, occasion too many.--But tell me, how did you learn I was to be

here; and why have you left the table where you so often sacrifice

till a late hour to the rosy god, to wander among these rugged rocks

where despairing lovers alone would seek a retreat? And are you of that

number? he enquired. No, she replied: but I have not your motives for

staying at home: I was led here by curiosity; It is my first visit to

this spot. Then believe, said the general, that I came here to offer at

your feet that homage which envious fate has hitherto deprived me of

an opportunity of paying. During this conversation, he had drawn her

to a point of the rock; and the officers of his suite, surrounding me,

sought to divert my attention by all the common place compliments of

which they are so profuse. I had forgotten Clara for a moment, when,

turning, I beheld the general, who bending one knee to the ground,

seized her hand passionately, and at the same time I saw St. Louis

ascending the mountain.

Pressing through the crowd I flew to her, saying, are you mad? Rise

general, for heaven's sake! her husband approaches! what means this

exhibition of folly? Yes I am mad, he replied, I adore your sister,

and she refuses to listen to me. My sister is married, I answered.

But, said he, she loves not her husband. At least I love no one more

than him, said Clara, trembling at the idea of having been seen by St.

Louis. Fortunately I had discovered him at the foot of the mountain,

and the road winds round its base with so many turnings that it is of

considerable length and before he arrived she was tolerably composed.

You have deceived me, said the general. I never listened to you, she

replied. But you have read my letters.--I could not avoid receiving,

but I never answered them. Still, he observed, interrupting her, I

will hope; for your eyes cannot utter falsehood, and from them I have

received encouragement.

At that instant St. Louis arrived; he appeared astonished at seeing

Clara so surrounded, and advancing involuntarily, as if to defend her,

took her arm.

The general, with his usual levity, told St. Louis, that he came in

time to prevent him from running away with his wife. Then twining round

her arm a wreath of jessamin he had taken from my hand, said, with

such fetters only you should be bound! Does she find those that bind

her too heavy? asked her husband. No, replied the general, she seems

content. Then casting a look of disappointment at Clara, he mounted his

horse and rode off.

Major B---- engaged St. Louis in a conversation on the situation of the

colony, which made him forget the dangerous one in which he had found

his wife.

Clara, leaning on my arm, seemed oppressed by a variety of sensations,

among which indignation predominated. The security and presumption

of the general shocked her, and the recollection of having, at least

negatively encouraged him, gave an additional pang to her heart. We

returned slowly home. Our meeting with general Rochambeau was thought

accidental by St. Louis, and was taken no notice of.

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