The spoils of Virtue2 are in triumph borne,
While the fair captive, mark’d with many a scar,
In lone3 obscurity, oppress’d, forlorn,
Resigns to tears her angel form.”— BEATTIE.
A close prisoner in her own house, Mad. de Fleury was now guarded by men suddenly become soldiers, and sprung from the dregs of the people; men of brutal4 manners, ferocious5 countenances6, and more ferocious minds. They seemed to delight in the insolent7, display of their newly-acquired power. One of these men had formerly8 been convicted of some horrible crime, and had been sent to the galleys9 by M. de Fleury. Revenge actuated this wretch10 under the mask of patriotism11, and he rejoiced in seeing the wife of the man he hated a prisoner in his custody12. Ignorant of the facts, his associates were ready to believe him in the right, and to join in the senseless cry against all who were their superiors in fortune, birth, and education. This unfortunate lady was forbidden all intercourse13 with her friends, and it was in vain she attempted to obtain from her jailers intelligence of what was passing in Paris.
“Tu verras — Tout15 va bien — Ca ira,” were the only answers they deigned16 to make: frequently they continued smoking their pipes in obdurate17 silence. She occupied the back rooms of her house, because her guards apprehended18 that she might from the front windows receive intelligence from her friends. One morning she was awakened19 by an unusual noise in the streets; and upon her inquiring the occasion of it, her guards told her she was welcome to go to the front windows, and satisfy her curiosity. She went, and saw an immense crowd of people surrounding a guillotine, that had been erected20 the preceding night. Mad. de Fleury started back with horror — her guards burst into an inhuman21 laugh, and asked whether her curiosity was satisfied. She would have left the room; but it was now their pleasure to detain her, and to force her to continue the whole day in this apartment. When the guillotine began its work, they had even the barbarity to drag her to the window, repeating, “It is there you ought to be! — It is there your husband ought to be! — You are too happy, that your husband is not there this moment. But he will be there — the law will overtake him — he will be there in time — and you too!”
The mild fortitude22 of this innocent, benevolent23 woman made no impression upon these cruel men. When at night they saw her kneeling at her prayers, they taunted24 her with gross and impious mockery; and when she sunk to sleep, they would waken her by their loud and drunken orgies: if she remonstrated25, they answered, “The enemies of the constitution should have no rest.”
Mad. de Fleury was not an enemy to any human being; she had never interfered26 in politics; her life had been passed in domestic pleasures, or employed for the good of her fellow-creatures. Even in this hour of personal danger she thought of others more than of herself: she thought of her husband, an exile in a foreign country, who might be reduced to the utmost distress27, now that she was deprived of all means of remitting28 him money. She thought of her friends, who, she knew, would exert themselves to obtain her liberty, and whose zeal29 in her cause might involve them and their families in distress. She thought of the good Sister Frances, who had been exposed by her means to the unrelenting persecution30 of the malignant31 and powerful Tracassier. She thought of her poor little pupils, now thrown upon the world without a protector. Whilst these ideas were revolving32 in her mind, one night, as she lay awake, she heard the door of her chamber33 open softly, and a soldier, one of her guards, with a light in his hand, entered: he came to the foot of her bed; and, as she started up, laid his finger upon his lips.
“Don’t make the least noise,” said he in a whisper; “those without are drunk, and asleep. Don’t you know me? — Don’t you remember my face?”
“Not in the least; yet I have some recollection of your voice.”
The man took off the bonnet-rouge — still she could not guess who he was. —“You never saw me in an uniform before, nor without a black face.”
She looked again, and recollected34 the smith, to whom Maurice was bound apprentice35, and remembered his patois36 accent.
“I remember you,” said he, “at any rate; and your goodness to that poor girl the day her arm was broken, and all your goodness to Maurice — But I’ve no time for talking of that now — get up, wrap this great coat round you — don’t be in a hurry, but make no noise, and follow me.”
She followed him; and he led her past the sleeping sentinels, opened a back door into the garden, hurried her, almost carried her, across the garden, to a door at the furthest end of it, which opened into Les Champs Elysées —“La voilà!” cried he, pushing her through the half-opened door. “God be praised!” answered a voice, which Mad. de Fleury knew to be Victoire’s, whose arms were thrown round her with a transport of joy.
“Softly; she is not safe yet — wait till we get her home, Victoire,” said another voice, which she knew to be that of Maurice. He produced a dark lantern, and guided Mad. de Fleury across the Champs Elysées, and across the bridge, and then through various by-streets, in perfect silence, till they arrived safely at the house where Victoire’s mother lodged37, and went up those very stairs which she had ascended38 in such different circumstances several years before. The mother, who was sitting up waiting most anxiously for the return of her children, clasped her hands in an ecstasy39, when she saw them return with Mad. de Fleury.
“Welcome, madame! Welcome, dear madame! but who would have thought of seeing you here, in such a way? Let her rest herself — let her rest; she is quite overcome. Here, madame, can you sleep on this poor bed?”
“The very same bed you laid me upon the day my arm was broken,” said Victoire.
“Ay, Lord bless her!” said the mother; “and though it’s seven good years ago, it seemed but yesterday that I saw her sitting on that bed, beside my poor child, looking like an angel. But let her rest, let her rest — we’ll not say a word more, only God bless her; thank Heaven, she’s safe with us at last!”
Mad. de Fleury expressed unwillingness40 to stay with these good people, lest she should expose them to danger; but they begged most earnestly that she would remain with them without scruple41.
“Surely, madame,” said the mother, “you must think that we have some remembrance of all you have done for us, and some touch of gratitude42.”
“And surely, madame, you can trust us, I hope,” said Maurice.
“And surely you are not too proud to let us do something for you. The lion was not too proud to be served by the poor little mouse,” said Victoire. “As to danger for us,” continued she, “there can be none; for Maurice and I have contrived43 a hiding-place for you, madame, that can never be found out — let them come spying here as often as they please, they will never find her out, will they, Maurice? Look, madame, into this lumber-room — you see it seems to be quite full of wood for firing; well, if you creep in behind, you can hide yourself quite snug44 in the loft45 above, and here’s a trap-door into the loft that nobody ever would think of — for we have hung these old things from the top of it, and who could guess it was a trap-door? So, you see, dear madame, you may sleep in peace here, and never fear for us.”
Though but a girl of fourteen, Victoire showed at this time all the sense and prudence46 of a woman of thirty. Gratitude seemed at once to develope all the powers of her mind. It was she and Maurice who had prevailed upon the smith to effect Mad. de Fleury’s escape from her own house. She had invented, she had foreseen, she had arranged every thing; she had scarcely rested night or day since the imprisonment47 of her benefactress; and now that her exertions48 had fully49 succeeded, her joy seemed to raise her above all feeling of fatigue50; she looked as fresh and moved as briskly, her mother said, as if she were preparing to go to a ball.
“Ah! my child,” said she, “your cousin Manon, who goes to those balls every night, was never so happy as you are this minute.”
But Victoire’s happiness was not of long continuance; for the next day they were alarmed by intelligence that Tracassier was enraged51 beyond measure at Mad. de Fleury’s escape, that all his emissaries were at work to discover her present hiding-place, that the houses of all the parents and relations of her pupils were to be searched, and that the most severe denunciations were issued against all by whom she should be harboured. Manon was the person who gave this intelligence, but not with any benevolent design; she first came to Victoire, to display her own consequence; and to terrify her, she related all she knew from a soldier’s wife, who was M. Tracassier’s mistress. Victoire had sufficient command over herself to conceal52 from the inquisitive53 eyes of Manon the agitation54 of her heart; she had also the prudence not to let any one of her companions into her secret, though, when she saw their anxiety, she was much tempted14 to relieve them, by the assurance that Mad. de Fleury was in safety. All the day was passed in apprehension55. Mad. de Fleury never stirred from her place of concealment56: as the evening and the hour of the domiciliary visits approached, Victoire and Maurice were alarmed by an unforeseen difficulty. Their mother, whose health had been broken by hard work, in vain endeavoured to suppress her terror at the thoughts of this domiciliary visit; she repeated incessantly57 that she knew they should all be discovered, and that her children would be dragged to the guillotine before her face. She was in such a distracted state, that they dreaded58 she would, the moment she saw the soldiers, reveal all she knew.
“If they question me, I shall not know what to answer,” cried the terrified woman. “What can I say? — What can I do?”
Reasoning, entreaties59, all were vain; she was not in a condition to understand, or even to listen to, any thing that was said. In this situation they were, when the domiciliary visitors arrived — they heard the noise of the soldiers’ feet on the stairs — the poor woman sprang from the arms of her children; but at the moment the door was opened, and she saw the glittering of the bayonets, she fell at full length in a swoon on the floor — fortunately before she had power to utter a syllable60. The people of the house knew, and said, that she was subject to fits on any sudden alarm; so that her being affected61 in this manner did not appear surprising. They threw her on a bed, whilst they proceeded to search the house: her children stayed with her; and, wholly occupied in attending to her, they were not exposed to the danger of betraying their anxiety about Mad. de Fleury. They trembled, however, from head to foot, when they heard one of the soldiers swear that all the wood in the lumber-room must be pulled out, and that he would not leave the house till every stick was moved; the sound of each log, as it was thrown out, was heard by Victoire: her brother was now summoned to assist. How great was his terror, when one of the searchers looked up to the roof, as if expecting to find a trap-door! fortunately, however, he did not discover it. Maurice, who had seized the light, contrived to throw the shadows so as to deceive the eye. The soldiers at length retreated; and with inexpressible satisfaction Maurice lighted them down stairs, and saw them fairly out of the house. For some minutes after they were in safety, the terrified mother, who had recovered her senses, could scarcely believe that the danger was over. She embraced her children by turns with wild transport; and with tears begged Mad. de Fleury to forgive her cowardice62, and not to attribute it to ingratitude63, or to suspect that she had a bad heart. She protested that she was now become so courageous64, since she found that she had gone through this trial successfully, and since she was sure that the hiding-place was really so secure, that she should never be alarmed at any domiciliary visit in future. Mad. de Fleury, however, did not think it either just or expedient65 to put her resolution to the trial. She determined66 to leave Paris; and, if possible, to make her escape from France. The master of one of the Paris diligences was brother to Fran?ois, her footman: he was ready to assist her at all hazards, and to convey her safely to Bourdeaux, if she could disguise herself properly; and if she could obtain a pass from any friend under a feigned67 name.
Victoire — the indefatigable68 Victoire — recollected that her friend Annette had an aunt, who was nearly of Mad. de Fleury’s size, and who had just obtained a pass to go to Bourdeaux, to visit some of her relations. The pass was willingly given up to Mad. de Fleury; and upon reading it over it was found to answer tolerably well — the colour of the eyes and hair at least would do; though the words un nez gros were not precisely69 descriptive of this lady’s. Annette’s mother, who had always worn the provincial70 dress of Auvergne, furnished the high cornette, stiff stays, boddice, &c.; and equipped in these, Mad. de Fleury was so admirably well disguised, that even Victoire declared she should scarcely have known her. Money, that most necessary passport in all countries, was still wanting: as seals had been put upon all Mad. de Fleury’s effects the day she had been first imprisoned71 in her own house, she could not save even her jewels. She had, however, one ring on her finger of some value. How to dispose of it without exciting suspicion was the difficulty. Babet, who was resolved to have her share in assisting her benefactress, proposed to carry the ring to a colporteur— a pedlar, or sort of travelling jeweller, who had come to lay in a stock of hardware at Paris: he was related to one of Mad. de Fleury’s little pupils, and readily disposed of the ring for her: she obtained at least two-thirds of its value — a great deal in those times.
The proofs of integrity, attachment72, and gratitude, which she received in these days of peril73, from those whom she had obliged in her prosperity, touched her generous heart so much, that she has often since declared she could not regret having been reduced to distress. Before she quitted Paris, she wrote letters to her friends, recommending her pupils to their protection; she left these letters in the care of Victoire, who to the last moment followed her with anxious affection. She would have followed her benefactress into exile, but that she was prevented by duty and affection from leaving her mother, who was in declining health.
Mad. de Fleury successfully made her escape from Paris. Some of the municipal officers in the towns through which she passed on her road were as severe as their ignorance would permit in scrutinizing74 her passport. It seldom happened that more than one of these petty committees of public safety could read. One usually spelled out the passport as well as he could, whilst the others smoked their pipes, and from time to time held a light up to the lady’s face to examine whether it agreed with the description.
“Mais toi! tu n’as pas le nez gros!” said one of her judges to her. “Son nez est assez gros, et c’est moi qui le dit,” said another. The question was put to the vote; and the man who had asserted what was contrary to the evidence of his senses was so vehement75 in supporting his opinion, that it was carried in spite of all that could be said against it. Mad. de Fleury was suffered to proceed on her journey. She reached Bourdeaux in safety. Her husband’s friends — the good have always friends in adversity — her husband’s friends exerted themselves for her with the most prudent76 zeal. She was soon provided with a sum of money sufficient for her support for some time in England; and she safely reached that free and happy country, which has been the refuge of so many illustrious exiles.
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