the chouans-第57章

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I　am　sure；　that　this　is　not　the　moment　to　bring　forward　your　demands；　however　just　they　may　be。〃

So　saying；　the　marquis　went　to　the　door；　as　if　to　meet　certain　of　the　country　nobles　who　were　entering　the　room；　but　the　bold　smuggler　barred　his　way　in　a　respectful　manner。

〃No；　no；　monsieur　le　marquis；　excuse　me；〃　he　said；　〃the　Jacobins　taught　me　too　well　in　1793　that　it　is　not　he　who　sows　and　reaps　who　eats　the　bread。　Sign　this　bit　of　paper　for　me；　and　to…morrow　I'll　bring　you　fifteen　hundred　gars。　If　not；　I'll　treat　with　the　First　Consul。〃

Looking　haughtily　about　him；　the　marquis　saw　plainly　that　the　boldness　of　the　old　partisan　and　his　resolute　air　were　not　displeasing　to　any　of　the　spectators　of　this　debate。　One　man　alone；　sitting　by　himself　in　a　corner　of　the　room；　appeared　to　take　no　part　in　the　scene；　and　to　be　chiefly　occupied　in　filling　his　pipe。　The　contemptuous　air　with　which　he　glanced　at　the　speakers；　his　modest　demeanor；　and　a　look　of　sympathy　which　the　marquis　encountered　in　his　eyes；　made　the　young　leader　observe　the　man；　whom　he　then　recognized　as　Major　Brigaut；　and　he　went　suddenly　up　to　him。

〃And　you；　what　do　you　want？〃　he　said。

〃Oh；　monsieur　le　marquis；　if　the　king　comes　back　that's　all　I　want。〃

〃But　for　yourself？〃

〃For　myself？　are　you　joking？〃

The　marquis　pressed　the　horny　hand　of　the　Breton；　and　said　to　Madame　du　Gua；　who　was　near　them：　〃Madame；　I　may　perish　in　this　enterprise　before　I　have　time　to　make　a　faithful　report　to　the　king　on　the　Catholic　armies　of　Brittany。　I　charge　you；　in　case　you　live　to　see　the　Restoration；　not　to　forget　this　honorable　man　nor　the　Baron　du　Guenic。　There　is　more　devotion　in　them　than　in　all　those　other　men　put　together。〃

He　pointed　to　the　chiefs；　who　were　waiting　with　some　impatience　till　the　marquis　should　reply　to　their　demands。　They　were　all　holding　papers　in　their　hands；　on　which；　no　doubt；　their　services　were　recorded　over　the　signatures　of　the　various　generals　of　the　former　war；　and　all　were　murmuring。　The　Abbe　Gudin；　the　Comte　de　Bauvan；　and　the　Baron　du　Guenic　were　consulting　how　best　to　help　the　marquis　in　rejecting　these　extravagant　demands；　for　they　felt　the　position　of　the　young　leader　to　be　extremely　delicate。

Suddenly　the　marquis　ran　his　blue　eyes；　gleaming　with　satire；　over　the　whole　assembly；　and　said　in　a　clear　voice：　〃Gentlemen；　I　do　not　know　whether　the　powers　which　the　king　has　graciously　assigned　to　me　are　such　that　I　am　able　to　satisfy　your　demands。　He　doubtless　did　not　foresee　such　zeal；　such　devotion；　on　your　part。　You　shall　judge　yourselves　of　the　duties　put　upon　me；duties　which　I　shall　know　how　to　accomplish。〃

So　saying；　he　left　the　room　and　returned　immediately　holding　in　his　hand　an　open　letter　bearing　the　royal　seal　and　signature。

〃These　are　the　letters…patent　in　virtue　of　which　you　are　to　obey　me；〃　he　said。　〃They　authorize　me　to　govern　the　provinces　of　Brittany；　Normandy；　Maine；　and　Anjou；　in　the　king's　name；　and　to　recognize　the　services　of　such　officers　as　may　distinguish　themselves　in　his　armies。〃

A　movement　of　satisfaction　ran　through　the　assembly。　The　Chouans　approached　the　marquis　and　made　a　respectful　circle　round　him。　All　eyes　fastened　on　the　king's　signature。　The　young　chief；　who　was　standing　near　the　chimney；　suddenly　threw　the　letters　into　the　fire；　and　they　were　burned　in　a　second。

〃I　do　not　choose　to　command　any；〃　cried　the　young　man；　〃but　those　who　see　a　king　in　the　king；　and　not　a　prey　to　prey　upon。　You　are　free；　gentlemen；　to　leave　me。〃

Madame　du　Gua；　the　Abbe　Gudin；　Major　Brigaut；　the　Chevalier　du　Vissard；　the　Baron　du　Guenic；　and　the　Comte　de　Bauvan　raised　the　cry　of　〃Vive　le　roi！〃　For　a　moment　the　other　leaders　hesitated；　then；　carried　away　by　the　noble　action　of　the　marquis；　they　begged　him　to　forget　what　had　passed；　assuring　him　that；　letters…patent　or　not；　he　must　always　be　their　leader。

〃Come　and　dance；〃　cried　the　Comte　de　Bauvan；　〃and　happen　what　will！　After　all；〃　he　added；　gaily；　〃it　is　better；　my　friends；　to　pray　to　God　than　the　saints。　Let　us　fight　first；　and　see　what　comes　of　it。〃

〃Ha！　that's　good　advice；〃　said　Brigaut。　〃I　have　never　yet　known　a　day's　pay　drawn　in　the　morning。〃

The　assembly　dispersed　about　the　rooms；　where　the　guests　were　now　arriving。　The　marquis　tried　in　vain　to　shake　off　the　gloom　which　darkened　his　face。　The　chiefs　perceived　the　unfavorable　impression　made　upon　a　young　man　whose　devotion　was　still　surrounded　by　all　the　beautiful　illusions　of　youth；　and　they　were　ashamed　of　their　action。

However；　a　joyous　gaiety　soon　enlivened　the　opening　of　the　ball；　at　which　were　present　the　most　important　personages　of　the　royalist　party；　who；　unable　to　judge　rightly；　in　the　depths　of　a　rebellious　province；　of　the　actual　events　of　the　Revolution；　mistook　their　hopes　for　realities。　The　bold　operations　already　begun　by　Montauran；　his　name；　his　fortune；　his　capacity；　raised　their　courage　and　caused　that　political　intoxication；　the　most　dangerous　of　all　excitements；　which　does　not　cool　till　torrents　of　blood　have　been　uselessly　shed。　In　the　minds　of　all　present　the　Revolution　was　nothing　more　than　a　passing　trouble　to　the　kingdom　of　France；　where；　to　their　belated　eyes；　nothing　was　changed。　The　country　belonged　as　it　ever　did　to　the　house　of　Bourbon。　The　royalists　were　the　lords　of　the　soil　as　completely　as　they　were　four　years　earlier；　when　Hoche　obtained　less　a　peace　than　an　armistice。　The　nobles　made　light　of　the　revolutionists；　for　them　Bonaparte　was　another；　but　more　fortunate；　Marceau。　So　gaiety　reigned。　The　women　had　come　to　dance。　A　few　only　of　the　chiefs；　who　had　fought　the　Blues；　knew　the　gravity　of　the　situation；　but　they　were　well　aware　that　if　they　talked　of　the　First　Consul　and　his　power　to　their　benighted　companions；　they　could　not　make　themselves　understood。　These　men　stood　apart　and　looked　at　the　women　with　indifference。　Madame　du　Gua；　who　seemed　to　do　the　honors　of　the　ball；　endeavored　to　quiet　the　impatience　of　the　dancers　by　dispensing　flatteries　to　each　in　turn。　The　musicians　were　tuning　their　instruments　and　the　dancing　was　about　to　begin；　when　Madame　du　Gua　noticed　the　gloom　on　de　Montauran's　face　and　went　hurriedly　up　to　him。

〃I　hope　it　is　not　that　vulgar　scene　you　have　just　had　with　those　clodhoppers　which　depresses　you？〃　she　said。

She　got　no　answer；　the　marquis；　absorbed　in　thought；　was　listening　in　fancy　to　the　prophetic　reasons　which　Marie　had　given　him　in　the　midst　of　the　same　chiefs　at　La　Vivetiere；　urging　him　to　abandon　the　struggle　of　kings　against　peoples。　But　the　young　man's　soul　was　too　proud；　too　lofty；　too　full　perhaps　of　conviction；　to　abandon　an　enterprise　he　had　once　begun；　and　he　decided　at　this　moment；　to　continue　it　boldly　in　the　face　of　all　obstacles。　He　raised　his　head　haughtily；　and　for　the　first　time　noticed　that　Madame　du　Gua　was　speaking　to　him。

〃Your　mind　is　no　doubt　at　Fougeres；〃　she　remarked　bitterly；　seeing　how　useless　her　efforts　to　attract　his　attention　had　been。　〃Ah；　monsieur；　I　would　give　my　life　to　put　/her/　within　your　power；　and　see　you　happy　with　her。〃

〃Then　why　have　you　done　all　you　could　to　kill　her？〃

〃Because　I　wish　her　dead　or　in　your　arms。　Yes；　I　may　have　loved　the　Marquis　de　Montauran　when　I　thought　him　a　hero；　but　now　I　feel　only　a　pitying　friendship　for　him；　I　see　him　shorn　of　all　his　glory　by　a　fickle　love　for　a　worthless　woman。〃

〃As　for　love；〃　said　the　marquis；　in　a　sarcastic　tone；　〃you　judge　me　wrong。　If　I　loved　that　girl；　madame；　I　might　desire　her　less；　if　it　were　not　for　you；　perhaps　I　should　not　think　of　her　at　all。〃

〃Here　she　is！〃　exclaimed　Madame　du　Gua；　abruptly。

The　haste　with　which　the　marquis　looked　round　went　to　the　heart　of　the　woman；　but　the　clear　light　of　the　wax　candles　enabled　her　to　see　every　change　on　the　face　of　the　man　she　loved　so　violently；　and　when　he　turned　back　his　face；　smiling　at　her　woman's　trick；　she　fancied　there　was　still　some　hope　of　recovering　him。

〃What　are　you　laughing　at？〃　asked　the　Comte　de　Bauvan。

〃At　a　soap…bubble　which　has　burst；〃　interposed　Madame　du　Gua；　gaily。　〃The　marquis；　if　we　are　now　to　believe　him；　is　astonished　that　his　heart　ever　beat　the　faster　for　that　girl　who　presumes　to　call　herself　Mademoiselle　de　Verneuil。　You　know