Dorothy Carew never looked back on this time without a shudder12. She suffered more than many, for to the hardships she endured she added a private and peculiar13 sorrow of her own. The first she bore cheerfully and uncomplainingly, but her brother′s secret, so base and so contemptible14, oppressed her with a terrible feeling of shame and distress15. After her first outburst of confidence to Gervase Orme, which she sometimes half regretted, she watched her brother jealously, and lay night after night listening for his footsteps.
But whether the warning he had received had taught him caution, or whether he had fulfilled his mission, his midnight excursions were now abandoned and he kept closely to the house. Still, to her keen 210and high sense of honour it was intolerable that her brother--the head of the house--should be a traitor16 whose guilt17 might be discovered at any time, and among so many brave men should act the coward and the spy. Had he gone over boldly to the enemy and thrown in his lot with them, she could have loved him. But now her love had been crushed out of her heart, and only comtempt and shame were left. Physical suffering seemed a light thing in comparison, and she envied the women who sent their husbands out to fight, and prayed for their safety when they were absent. But still she bore up with uncomplaining fortitude19, and no one guessed the secret grief that was preying20 on her mind. Lady Hester, who had suffered agonies of fear while the bombs were raining on the city, she had encouraged with a simulated cheerfulness, and ordered her little household as she might have done in times of peace. The pinch of famine had hardly affected21 them yet--that was to come--but even that she looked forward to without any fear for herself.
But besides all this, she had another source of future trouble in her cousin. She could not long remain blind to the fact that his admiration22 for her was undisguised, and that beneath his cynical23 and flippant manner there had grown up a regard that was more than cousinly. It is true that he did not annoy her with his attentions, for Jasper and himself spent much of their time together. But he had shown clearly on more than one occasion that he was only waiting for a fitting opportunity to 211declare himself her lover. That opportunity she was anxious should not present itself. It was not, she reasoned with herself, that she loved another better, but she did not love De Laprade, and she did not wish to wound him. She did not wholly understand him, and could not tell whether he was ever in earnest or felt sincerely about anything. Then she thought of Gervase Orme, with his frank laughter and quiet speech, who treated her with a distant reverence24 and that was all. It was a pleasant thing to have him as a friend, full of quiet strength and honest as the day. But these were no times to think of such things, and so she put away the thought and went about her simple duties, hoping that Gervase would call to see her soon.
That evening she was seated by the open window, for the day had been close and sultry and the night was warm, a volume of Quarles′ Emblems25 spread open on her knees. Her brother and the Vicomte had been closeted together during the day, and Lady Hester, fatigued26 and desponding, had retired27 for the night. She was very busy with her own thoughts, and had not heard De Laprade enter the room. He came softly up and took a chair beside her.
“Of what is my cousin Dorothy so full of thought?” he said.
She looked up with a blush, for just at that moment she was wondering what a certain fair-haired, long-limbed young giant was doing in the outposts or elsewhere, and the voice recalled her to herself with a feeling of self-reproach.
212“I am afraid,” she answered, “my thoughts would have little interest for you. A woman′s head is ever full of idle thoughts.”
“Not the wise head of my cousin; it is only the men of her family who give themselves to folly28.”
“The Vicomte de Laprade for example?”
“Truly he is a chief offender29, but he is growing wise and sober and hardly knows himself. He has not smiled for a week, and thinks he never will be able to smile again. Even his cousin Jasper has ceased to amuse him.”
“You are greatly to be pitied,” she said with a smile. “But it is not duller than you would have found Vincennes. There too you would have grown wiser.”
“Nay30, I think not. A long time ago--it seems like years, I grow so old--I was for six months a prisoner in the Bastille, and when His Majesty31 relented and I returned to court I was no wiser than before. My folly only took another turn. But then I had not found a friend to warn, nor a counsellor like my fair cousin to teach me better things.”
“I dare say you deserved your punishment. Now tell me something of your offence.”
“Indeed, I hardly know myself, but I think it was--yes, I think it was a lady. By accident I trod on her train in a minuet and she refused to accept my apology. I could only smile and do penance32 for my clumsiness, for one may not lightly offend a great lady like Madame de----”
213“Madame de----?”
“I have forgotten her name, but it does not matter now. She has forgotten Victor de Laprade, as he has forgotten her.”
“I do not believe that, my cousin Victor.”
“That I have forgotten the circumstances? Ah, well! it is possible that I might recall them to memory, but I would, rather let them die, as I would all that belongs to the past. If my cousin Dorothy would but give me leave I would begin a new life to-day with new thoughts, new feelings, and a new heart. She smiles, and thinks it is not possible that I, who have wasted my youth, should try to save my manhood.”
“Indeed you have my leave, but your reformation is too sudden, and you know you are not serious.”
“I have been serious all my life; my cousin does not know her kinsman33. Because I followed the fashion of my time, and fought and drank and played, wasting my youth like many another reckless fellow, therefore I was merry and had no thought or care. Because I am a gentleman, and not a solemn citizen who looks with a grim frown on all the devil′s works, therefore my heart knows no sadness. It is thus the world has judged me, and so it may. But it is because I am sad and weary that I would have my cousin judge me differently.”
For the first time since Dorothy had known him, he had lost his light and cynical manner and spoke34 with simple earnestness. He had made no display 214of emotion, but though he was calm and self-restrained, it was yet evident he spoke with abundant feeling. If he was not sincere, his humility36 and contrition37 were well assumed.
“I have been looking all my life,” he went on, looking at her steadily38 as she kept her eyes bent39 on the book that still lay open on her knees; “I have been seeking all my life for a quiet heart--I, the libertine40, the gambler who have squandered41 my patrimony42 and wasted my heritage. It was not to be found where I sought it, and my search was in vain. But now I know the secret that I was too blind to see before. Do you know, my cousin, what it is? Nay, you will not rise, for you must hear me out. It is love--the love a man may feel for what is purer and better than himself, the love that fills him with fresh hopes and new desires, the love that raises him to the pure heights of her he worships.”
Then he suddenly stopped. Hardly knowing what answer to make, Dorothy rose from her seat and the Vicomte stooped down to pick up the book that had fallen to the floor. He said gravely as he reached it to her, “That is all my secret, my cousin, and does not sound so terrible when all is said. I trust you will remember it, for some day I may tell you how I came to make the great discovery.”
“Lady Hester would have made a better confidante or, perhaps, my brother Jasper. And that reminds me, Victor,” she continued, with a too evident anxiety to change the subject of this conversation, 215“I have often longed to ask what Jasper and yourself find to talk about during the long hours you spend together in his chamber43.”
“Jasper is learning a very useful lesson,” answered De Laprade resuming his old manner, “which I teach him out of my experience. But now his education is nearly finished and we shall see whether he will profit by it.”
“I suppose like all who learn their lesson in that school,” said Dorothy soberly enough, “he will pay for it?”
De Laprade looked at her gravely, and then took her hand in both of his. “It would be an idle affectation in me to pretend that I am ignorant of your meaning, but I think you are wronging me with an unjust thought. I am a gambler, it is true, and love the music of the dice44, but your brother, heedless as he is, will not suffer at my hands. Were he not my kinsman who has given me shelter, he is the brother of Dorothy Carew.”
“I know you will forgive me,” said Dorothy contritely45. “But if I know Jasper he will look to you for payment of your losses. And he is rich while you----”
“Am standing46 in my kingdom,” laughed De Laprade. “Do not trouble your mind about our play--′tis all for love.”
While this conversation had been going on, a little knot of officers were gathered on the bastion near Butcher′s Gate. Hard by was Alexander Poke35, 216the gunner, loading a great gun carefully with Gervase Orme seated near watching the operation. The siege had already placed its mark on all of them: the daily horrors were not passing over them without leaving their traces. Anxious and depressed47 in mind and wasted in body, they were like men who had passed through a long vigil without hope. Their clothes hung loosely about them and were torn and frayed48; and it was clear they had long since ceased to regard appearances and only looked to what was serviceable. They moved slowly and without enthusiasm, but on the faces of all of them was to be read the same hard and stubborn look, as of men who knowing the worst were determined49 to endure to the end. A month ago they might have listened to liberal terms of compromise; now they were determined there should be no surrender while a man remained alive.
Walker, with his snow-white head and stately presence, bore up under his anxiety with a higher spirit than many of the younger men, and as he stood in the centre of the little group, appeared to have suffered less than any other among them.
“I know not, gentlemen,” he had been saying, “what this missive means with which this barbarous soldier has favoured us, but this I know, that they cannot frighten us with a cartel of paper when they have failed to do so with their guns. For the threat of putting us to the sword and refusing quarter even to the women, that they may do when they have it in their power, but for the 217other--I think ′tis mere50 bravado51 spun52 out of the Frenchman′s brain. What say you, Colonel Mitchelburn?”
“I have served with De Rosen,” said Mitchelburn, “and know that he hath the heart to do this and more, and while it seems to us an act too base and cowardly for words, for him ′tis but an ordinary stratagem53 of war. To drive a few hundred wretched women and children under the walls to starve there, will not trouble the man who has seen the sack of fifty cities. But there are gallant gentlemen yonder, men of spirit and honour, who will never suffer this savage54 Russian to carry out his threat.”
“I know not that--I know not that. They will believe we cannot help but take them in, and how in Heaven′s name, can we do otherwise? We cannot stand here and see them starved before our eyes. It is not well to meet sorrow half way but at most there is not more than a fortnight′s food in the magazine and then”----
“No, Colonel Walker, though it break our hearts to see it, there is nothing must drive us from our purpose, and though my wife and children stood yonder they should not enter by my will.”
“Then let us pray God that He may harden our hearts, a prayer I never hoped to pray. But I take this letter, such as it is, for an omen18 of good. They are growing weary of the stand we make and fearful that relief is coming, though whence we cannot tell, and so would hurry us by threats. Is Kirke about to make a push at last, think you?”
218“When they have strung the bully55 up to the yard-arm and put a stout56 heart in his place, we may look to see the vessels57 at the quay58, but not till then. And if we had another month′s supplies I do not think we should need their help, for they have their own troubles in the camp yonder, and have lost nearly as many men as we. The prisoners say the sickness is increasing.”
“And the supplies are failing fast.”
“Nay, they say more than that. One fellow declared roundly that there are still traitors59 among us who supply the enemy with information. I saw him myself and questioned him roundly, but he did not know the names or kept the secret to himself.”
“The traitors, if there are such, can harm us little now unless they are strong enough to hold the gates and drive us from the walls, and that could hardly be without its coming to our knowledge. You may have a quiet mind on that head; treachery has done its worst, and we have all our foes60 in front now. And now I think we may quietly disperse61, for De Rosen has not kept his promise, or more humane62 counsels have turned him from his purpose. Had he meant to fulfil his threat, we had seen his victims under the walls before this.”
Half an hour afterwards the alarm bell rang out calling the citizens to their posts, and word went round that the enemy was about to make an attack 219in full force. In the grey evening they could see them from the walls advancing over the hill opposite Butcher′s Gate, and coming down steadily towards the lines. The citizens hurrying from their houses, came thronging63 to the walls, buckling64 on their weapons as they came. And the great gun was turned upon the force that came steadily down the hill in silence. Once the great gun flashed and only once, for as they came nearer the men upon the walls listened and held their breath, and then set up a great cry. The army that came down the hill came without purpose of offence; not the regiments65 of Slane or Gormanstown, but a crowd of tender women and fearful children and old men whose day of labour and strife66 was over. On they came with the sound of weeping and of sorrow, that to hear once was to hear for ever, for the memory of it would never pass away.
The savage marshal had fulfilled his promise. Torn from their homes and hurried to the front with expectation of a sudden and violent death, they had been collected in a body and driven to the walls. Pregnant women and women carrying their babies in their arms; old men who could hardly totter67 forward; the weak, the infirm, all who had not the power to escape; were gathered together for his purpose, and driven forward without remorse68. And there in sight of their friends, of sons and brothers, of fathers and lovers, they stood between the famine-stricken city on the one side and on the other an enemy who showed no pity.
220The first impulse of the garrison, an impulse that could hardly be restrained, was to throw open the gates and bring them within the shelter of the walls. But an instant′s consideration checked their generous instincts. It was to this end that they were collected here; and once admitted, they might as well throw open the gates and throw down their arms. There was no food for so many mouths--nay, there was no food for themselves.
No greater trial, no trial half so great, had overtaken them since the siege began, or brought them so much suffering. They were not given to emotion, but there was not a dry eye among them on the walls that night, as they hardened their hearts and swore a deep oath of vengeance69.
Then Walker and others went out to have speech with the wretched crowd of outcasts, and in a little while after came back, filled with admiration and wonder. Far from desiring shelter with their friends, they refused to enter the city, and were content to die where they stood rather than that the safety of the city should be put in peril8. So they made their way toward the lines by the Windmill Hill, and spent the night huddled70 together under the open sky, while the enemy looked on in wonder, and their friends turned away, as if the sight was more than they could bear.
But a gallows was hastily erected on the Double Bastion in full sight of the camp, and it was resolved to hang all the prisoners if De Rosen persisted in his savage purpose. Hitherto they had been treated 221with consideration, but now those who were at large were collected and placed in Newgate, and Gervase Orme who was answerable for the safe custody71 of De Laprade, went late in the evening, with a sorrowful heart, to carry his friend thither72.
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