To this document Petit-Pierre signed her name as follows:--

MARIE-CAROLINE,

Regent of France.

"There, the die is cast!" cried Petit-Pierre. "Now it remains to

conquer or die."

"And now," added the marquis, "if twenty counter-orders are sent to

me, I'll ring that tocsin on the 4th of June, and then--yes, damn it,

after us the deluge!"

"One thing is absolutely necessary," said Petit-Pierre, showing her

order. "This order must immediately and infallibly reach the various

division commanders so as to neutralize the bad effects of the

manifesto sent from Nantes."

"Alas!" said Gaspard; "God grant that luckless counter-order may reach

the country districts in time to paralyze the first movement and yet

leave vigor for the second. I fear the reverse; I am terribly afraid

that many of our brave fellows will be the victims of their courage

and their isolation."

"That is why I think we ought not to lose a moment, messieurs," said

Petit-Pierre, "but use our legs while waiting to use our arms. You,

Gaspard, inform the divisions of Upper and Lower Poitou. Monsieur le

Marquis de Souday will do the same in the Retz and Mauges regions.

You, my dear Louis Renaud, must explain it all to your Bretons. But

who will undertake to carry my despatch to the maréchal? He is at

Nantes; and your faces are far too well known there to allow me to

send any of you on this errand."

"I will go," said Bertha, who had heard, in the alcove where she was

resting with her sister, the sound of voices, and had risen to share

in the discussion. "That is one of my functions as aide-de-camp."

"Certainly it is; but your dress, my dear child," replied

Petit-Pierre, "will not meet the approval of the Nantes people,

charming as I myself think it."

"Therefore my sister will not go to Nantes, Madame," said Mary, coming

forward; "but I will, if you permit me. I can wear the dress of a

peasant-woman, and leave your Royal Highness her first aide-de-camp."

Bertha wished to insist; but Petit-Pierre, whispering in her ear,

said:--

"Stay, my dear Bertha; I have something to say to you about Baron

Michel. We will plan a project he will not oppose, I am very sure."

Bertha blushed, lowered her head, and left her sister to take

possession of the letter and convey it to Nantes.

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