About midnight on the 14th of February—her name-day, which the ladies of La Vergne had celebrated1, though with heavy hearts, by a little feast—Mme de Trélan was awakened2 by a commotion3 in the hall below. Many people seemed to be there, and she heard the jingle4 of accoutrements. For a moment she thought the invaders5 might be Republicans; then, with a leap of the heart, that it might conceivably be . . . someone else. She opened her door and listened, and, since sounds floated very clearly up the great staircase, she did catch the sound she craved7 for. She flung on a cloak and went out into the gallery.
Down in the hall, in the midst of his remaining staff, her husband was apologising with great courtesy for taking possession of Mme de la Vergne’s house without leave. Nothing, he declared, but necessity would have made him do so. As she must be aware, he had his back fairly to the wall now; there were only sixty men with him, but it was possible that by using La Vergne as a centre he might succeed in rallying the broken remnants of the late M. du Ménars’ force. On the morrow he would lay before the three ladies the arrangements he proposed for their conveyance8 to a place of safety—though he had no intention, he assured her, of allowing himself to be attacked in the chateau9.
But Valentine heard Mme de la Vergne, a perfectly10 dignified11 figure, despite her hastily donned déshabillé, in the little crowd of uniformed and booted and lantern-bearing men, reply quite calmly that there was no need to waste time over such a discussion. “My daughter and I shall have the honour to entertain you in our house, Monsieur le . . . Marquis, for as long as you require it. All we have is at your disposal. But we do not intend to leave it.”
Valentine did not wait for Gaston’s reply; she knew he would not argue the point then in front of his officers, including, as they did, his hostess’s son. Returning to her room, she began to rekindle12 the dying fire there, to warm him when he came. She felt a little stunned13. She had not known that things were going as ill as this.
Half an hour later she heard his knock at her door. As he entered she saw how his air was changed—for it was not only that his uniform was worn and stained, his boots covered with mud, the scarf she had embroidered14 soiled—and the change went like a knife through her heart. But all he did, the first greetings over, was to apologise for his state—the gentleman of the great world ashamed for appearing so in the presence of a woman.
“I am not fit to be in your room, Valentine,” he said, looking down at himself with distaste. “I have not had my clothes off for the last week. You must forgive this unceremonious visit.”
She was sitting in her chair again now, and he stood by her in the firelight. Pride and anguish15 strove together in her as she looked up at him.
“Gaston, I heard what you said in the hall. Tell me the worst, my darling! We have heard that Cadoudal is treating with the Republicans, but we cannot believe it. But if it should be true, if he should submit, would there be no one left in arms at all—no one in the C?tes-du-Nord even——no one but you . . . no one?”
She could only see his profile. He was fingering a little Chinese figure that stood on her mantelpiece.
“Where does this mandarin16 come from, I wonder? It reminds me of one we had at Mirabel. We had several, I think . . .” Then he looked down at her. “Yes, Valentine, it is the last act. Cadoudal has submitted. He signed near Vannes yesterday . . . I am alone in arms; there is no one else left. Unless help comes from England in the next few days——”
He broke off, turned back to the mandarin, and then, abruptly17, his sword clanking against the floor as he did so, knelt down and buried his face on her knees. And, fighting back the sob18 that rose in her own throat, she folded her arms round his neck and kissed the wet, iron-grey hair.
“My darling, my darling, how tired you are!” She smoothed the bowed head as she would have smoothed a child’s, terribly conscious all the time of the restraint he was putting on himself not to break down altogether. For his hands were gripping the arms of her chair on either side of her, and every now and again a shudder19 went through him.
“I will never consent to the disarmament of Finistère, never—never—never!” he said in a smothered21 voice. “I will die first!”
Her hand stopped. “Is that what you fear, Gaston? Is that it? O my knight22 without reproach, you shall do what you think best. If it is necessary—if you must in honour—you shall . . . die.”
“I will not hold you back.” But she had no need to add that, and she did not. Her husband lifted his head, almost frightened at the sublimity23 of her self-forgetfulness.
“Valentine,” he exclaimed, “is it possible that you—a woman—understand?”
“I love you,” she said simply.
He knelt there staring at her, the firelight showing, on his sad and weary features, an expression that was almost awe24. Then he made a movement and caught her to him.
“I said you were my oriflamme. I shall fight to the last as long as I have the means, and with how much more courage if you give me leave to die! . . . But I shall not let them attack La Vergne, though you, I know, would not fear it.”
“Nor would the others,” she answered. “Then will you not make it your headquarters?”
“I do not know yet. When Brune’s advance begins . . . But though I do not intend to stand a siege here, I fear I must send you and the other ladies away.”
Valentine said nothing, but a little shiver went through her in her turn.
“It is true,” said Gaston, feeling it, “that Mme de la Vergne has already refused to go. And you, my darling——”
“You must do as you think best,” she said again. She would not give open utterance25 to the wild prayer that was ringing through her.
He sighed, and loosing his hold of her hands, got to his feet, drawing her up with him.
“Gaston, you will sleep now?”
He shook his head. “I must go round the sentries26 again first. All my officers—all that are left, that is—are as weary as I. As for a bed, I have not seen one for weeks. Something harder will be more familiar. I shall sleep in the hall; there is a bearskin rug there that promises well.”
“Where did you sleep last night, Gaston?”
His voice changed. “In a very holy place, beloved—the place where you came back to me from the dead—the Allée des Vieilles.”
He kissed her on the brow and went out.
“I never thought,” said Artamène next day to Roland, with one of his old flashes of gaiety, not so frequent now as of yore. “I never thought that I should live to admire my own mother more than Cleopatra or la Grande Mademoiselle and other determined27 ladies! Imagine her standing28 up to M. le Duc like that—and routing him! It is for you to tremble, Roland, at these unsuspected qualities, since as your future mother-in-law . . .”
For before the unshakable determination of Mme de la Vergne not to be turned out of her own house, as evinced in a private interview with the friendly invader6 that morning, the determination—perhaps not quite so strong—of the Duc de Trélan to turn her out was baffled.
“I think,” said Lucien, “that there are disadvantages in being a gentleman. M. le Marquis is always grand seigneur; had he been one of these sans-culotte generals he would have bundled her out without ceremony—excuse the verb, mon cher.”
“There are compensations, too,” observed Roland. “Thanks to the admirable—or ominous—firmness of Mme de la Vergne, the Duchesse can remain also.”
“You pointedly29 omit the advantage to yourself, I notice,” said Marthe’s brother, “It will be my duty to call you out for that, Roland, to-morrow morning. There being no . . . no Moulin-aux-Fées handy, I suggest rakes, in the poultry-yard; but you shall be buried in the arbour of famous memory.”
“I wonder how long any of us will stay here,” observed Lucien thoughtfully. “And as to being buried—we may not have much choice in the matter of locality.”
The other two looked at him with equal thoughtfulness, for in this ebb30 of fortune the idea was not by now a new one.
“I make only one stipulation31 about my death,” announced the Chevalier de la Vergne with composure, “and that is, to fall at the same moment as M. le Duc. And you, Roland, have you chosen yours? You look as if you were selecting it.”
“No, I was thinking about Mme la Duchesse,” answered the young man rather unexpectedly.
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It is a terrible hour when a man of superlative pride and self-will learns that Destiny—or another man—has a stronger will than he.
And this hour struck for Gaston de Trélan the very day after his arrival at La Vergne, when he received an ultimatum32 from General Brune giving him twenty-four hours in which to consent to an unconditional33 surrender, involving disarmament as well as disbandment. Otherwise the army of Holland, already on the march, would enter Finistère at several points—Finistère laid open to them not only by the capitulation of her more formidable neighbours, the Morbihan and the C?tes-du-Nord, but also by the dispersal of her own defenders34. Never very numerous, they had quite forsaken35 the standard now, returning to their farms or going into hiding, and during the last few days it had become abundantly clear that all “M. de Kersaint’s” careful organisation36 was in ruins; despairing reports from subordinates, gentlemen or Chouans, in the outlying districts, each said that their little bands had melted away like snow. His own personal followers37 were, indeed, more than ever devoted38, but the flame he had lit through Finistère was out, and he stood, a beaten man, among its ashes.
Yet though he might be overwhelmed by numbers and his men scattered39, so long as the arms he had been at such pains to procure40 for them were not given up to the enemy but hidden (as was the case) he had not utterly41 failed, since Finistère would not be defenceless for the future. And to disarmament he had said that he would never consent—he would rather die. Now it was required of him to give the order for it immediately. More, within less than ten days he was to surrender his own sword in person to the Republican commander-in-chief.
On this culminating humiliation42 Brune—or rather, that intense and vehement43 personality in Paris of whom Brune was but the mouthpiece—insisted absolutely. The Marquis de Kersaint, he wrote (following his instructions) must not only submit at once, and effectually disarm20 his men, but he must also be at Vannes on February 24 to give up his sword and ratify44 the whole transaction. If not, the preceding evidences of submission45 would go for nothing, and Finistère would be laid waste without the loss of a day: every man known to have fought under him would be shot, every fifth house burnt in the insurgent46 villages. Nothing would avail him unless he regularised the situation by giving up his own sword; and to that end Brune sent him, with the ultimatum, safe-conducts for himself and an escort of three or four persons.
There was no choice, no shadow of a possible alternative. It was not merely that Gaston de Trélan’s military situation was hopeless—almost ludicrously so—alone with a few score men not merely against Brune, but, since the submission of the other leaders, against La Barolière and Chabot as well; it was that if he refused the terms he was condemning47 Finistère to the fate that had been Vendée’s years ago under Turreau’s colonnes infernales. If he had any heart in him, any humanity, he must drink this bitter cup. The chance of dying had not been granted him; to kill himself was tantamount to refusing. No help, no word of help, had come from England; he did not even know whether the Abbé had reached his destination. Besides, no help could possibly come in time now.
Nothing, nothing was left save the desperate honour of having been the last to uphold the splendid hopes with which, in the autumn, this business had begun—that, and a woman’s love and admiration48 and succour. It was Valentine who saw the dark waters close above his head and went down with him to the depths; and, when the moment came that the words were wrenched49 from him, as from a man on the rack—“There is no way out of it—no possible way out; I must do it!” it was she who wrote at his dictation the letter to Brune saying that, for the sake of the lives of others, he agreed to the terms of surrender, would give the necessary orders, and afterwards, availing himself of the safe-conduct, would reach Vannes by the day appointed to give up his sword in person to the General-in-chief.
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The same night that this letter arrived at its destination, a young Republican officer was lying in his bed at the H?tel de l’Epée at Vannes, not unmindful of his good fortune in having it to himself. The town was crammed50 with Republican troops, and was likely to be even fuller in a few days, when the drafts en route for Finistère were recalled, as they presumably would be now that the Marquis de Kersaint had agreed to submit, which recent piece of news was known to the young officer—his name was Marcel Poulain—because he was on Brune’s staff.
He was nearly asleep when the door was suddenly opened, and the landlord’s apologetic voice informed him that an aide-de-camp of the First Consul51’s had just come in dead-beat, and, having delivered his urgent despatches to the General, must be given a bed at once. Unfortunately there was not a bed in the place which had not two occupants already except——
“Yes there is,” interrupted the young man angrily, “Next door. Put him there!”
“I cannot, sir,” retorted the landlord. “The gentleman next door is indisposed, and is also, I think, a Royalist. And the aide-de-camp has scarcely drawn52 rein53 since leaving Paris. . . .”
“Oh, very well,” groaned55 Marcel resignedly, and almost immediately the heavy, stumbling steps of the exhausted56 courier could be heard along the corridor, and in another moment he staggered in and fell with a jangle of spurs and a groan54 on to a chair. Marcel, on his elbow, scrutinised him.
“Why,” he exclaimed, “I’m damned if it’s not Adolphe Bergeron!”
“I scarcely know who I am,” returned the other hoarsely57. “I only know that I am absolutely in pieces. I killed one horse . . . and all for——” He did not say for what.
And presently, his friend having made room for him, he stretched himself out beside him with more groans58, and complaints of the hardness of the bed.
“Poor devil!” said Marcel sympathetically. “And so you knew what was in your despatches. I hope it was worth flaying59 yourself for?”
“I did not know when I left Paris,” answered the rider, moving restlessly. “Nor when I got here. But Brune has just let it out.”
“Well, was it worth it?”
“Yes, the staff at least will know it to-morrow,” muttered Adolphe. “—Don’t let anyone guess that you have been told already, that’s all . . . You know that man who organised Finistère, de Kersaint?”
“I should think I did!” responded Marcel with animation61. “The General has been getting furious despatches about him almost every day of late from the First Consul, saying that he must be finished with at once, by whatever means. His being the only one of the Royalist leaders who would have nothing to do with the idea of pacification—even Cadoudal came down to it in the end—has, I suppose, enraged62 Bonaparte. However, Brune has got him in a cleft63 stick at last, and he has agreed to all the terms, including the surrender of his sword. I saw the letter myself this afternoon—in a woman’s hand it was. Have your despatches to do with him?”
“They have,” said Adolphe. “Exclusively. He is coming under a safe-conduct, I take it?”
“Yes. The General sent it some days ago.”
“What! O, but that’s a mistake; it can’t be withdrawn now. De Kersaint has accepted it; he is going to use it.”
“To be frank,” said Adolphe, gazing at the still-burning candle, “I only said ‘withdrawn’ to make it sound better. It really comes to this, that it will not be observed.”
The other bounded up in bed. “But, great God, man——”
“I know, I know! But I can’t help it—it is the First Consul’s orders. . . . The fact is, Bonaparte means to have this Marquis de Kersaint alive or dead—you have said as much yourself—and now, I suppose, he will get him.”
“My God!” said his friend, and lay down again in silence.
“If I had known what I was carrying,” said Adolphe after a little, “I might have had—an accident. But I had no idea, and it is done now. The order will be sent on to Auray and other places to-morrow.”
“Order! But it’s impossible—one can’t send an order like that! Surely a safe-conduct, once given, is the most sacred thing a soldier knows. If he does not observe it—O, it’s the dirtiest, most damnable treachery I ever heard of! Pah! is that the way they do things in Corsica?”
“Chut, mon ami, walls have ears,” said the aide-de-camp wearily. “But you are right; it is infamous66. They say in Paris that he has all along wanted someone of whom to make an example, for the sake of the impression. Yet all the other leaders submitted, as you say. But this man who has held out so, besides that he put Bonaparte to inconvenience at Rivoli—ah, I forgot, you were there—is also, it appears, a ci-devant of the ci-devants; no less than the Duc de Trélan, in fact. Brune let that out too; Fouché, it seems, discovered it. So he would be worth capturing, and Brune, not being troubled with scruples67, will obey orders. . . . And I brought them!”
“I wish now you had not told me,” said Brune’s young staff-officer.
Another than he had been told also, for walls have ears, and that by the side of their bed happened to be merely a cracked wooden partition. The officer of Bourmont’s disbanded army who lay ill in the next room had, therefore, heard every word of their conversation. He was Artus de Brencourt.
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