Sister Anne Part 6

"What a great honor you do me, monsieur le baron," he stammered.--"So you are acquainted with Baron Potoski?" he added, turning to Frederic.

"Acquainted with him!" was the reply, accompanied by a smile; "why, we are close friends. Dear Dubourg!"

"What do you say? Dubourg?" cried Menard.

"Yes," hastily interposed the pretended baron; "that is the name I went by at Paris, where I was compelled to maintain the strictest incognito, being intrusted by my government with a secret and very delicate mission."

"I understand, I understand," said Menard.

"Continue to call me Dubourg, my dear Frederic; that was my name when I first knew you, and it will always be dear to me."

While Menard went to inspect the overturned vehicle, Frederic said to Dubourg, in an undertone:

"The method you employed to join me was a little violent, do you know?

You nearly killed poor Menard and me."

"It's that blockhead of a postilion's fault: I told him to upset me as we pa.s.sed you; but the rascal preferred to upset you. That annoys me the more, because I expected to get a seat in your carriage, whereas I must offer to take you in mine, which is a very different matter. Never mind: let me talk and act. I see already that it will be easy enough to pull the wool over this poor Menard's eyes. But be ready to second me, and back up what I say, when it's necessary. Above all things, don't forget that I am Baron Potoski, Palatine of Rava and Sandomir. You nearly spoiled everything by calling me Dubourg; luckily, I found a way to straighten that out; but don't make any more such blunders, or I shall be obliged to travel without you, and I a.s.sure you I shall not go very far."

Menard returned and announced that one of the axles of the chaise was broken, and that it could not be repaired before the next morning.

"Well, messieurs," said Dubourg, "you must do me the honor to ride in my carriage; we will stop at the first village and pa.s.s the night there, while the local blacksmith repairs your chaise."

This plan being adopted, they left the postilion to bring the vehicle to the village, and our three travellers entered the Polish baron's berlin.

It was a wretched old affair, the lining patched and soiled, and so badly hung that the pa.s.sengers were jolted terribly.

Frederic could not restrain a smile as he stepped into the palatine's equipage; but Dubourg hastened to say to Monsieur Menard, who took his place modestly on the front seat and had not as yet done more than glance furtively at his surroundings:

"This carriage is older than we are; it belonged to my grandfather. It was in this same carriage that he rescued Stanislas Leczinski, when he was pursued by his rival, Augustus, whose cause was espoused by the Czar, while Charles XII of Sweden was the protector of Stanislas.--But you know all that better than I do, Monsieur Menard, for you are a scholar."

"Oh! monsieur le baron."

"To return to this carriage--all my family revere it as I do; it is a family carriage. When my father left Cracow, during a period of civil commotion, this modest berlin contained six millions in gold and jewels; it was the remnant of his fortune, with which he intended to live in retirement in Bretagne, where they have delicious milk and b.u.t.ter."

At this point, Frederic, who had bitten his lips at the six millions, began to cough to overcome his desire to laugh, while Monsieur Menard looked at the carriage with the utmost respect.

"You will appreciate, Monsieur Menard," pursued Dubourg, wiping his forehead with a silk handkerchief, which he had thrust into his waistcoat to give himself the aspect of a foreigner, "you will appreciate that one becomes strongly attached to a carriage which recalls such honorable memories. I know that it is not modern, and that it might be hung better; twenty times, my steward has talked of having it repainted, and of having it newly lined inside, but I always refuse.

This seat, which I now occupy, was once occupied by King Stanislas; that in which you sit, by a princess of Hungary; and I confess, Monsieur Menard, that I am determined not to change this Utrecht velvet, which has had the honor of supporting those eminent persons."

"I share your feelings in that respect to the full, monsieur le baron,"

said Menard, who, enchanted as he was to travel with two men of distinguished rank, was unable to contain himself when he was told that a princess of Hungary had once sat where he was sitting. "This carriage must be very dear to you; and I a.s.sure you, monsieur le baron, that it rides very nicely, and that I find it very comfortable----"

At that moment a vicious jolt threw Monsieur Menard forward, almost into his pupil's lap; but he added, clinging to the door:

"_Ubi plura intent in carmine; non ego paucis offendar maculis._"

"_Vitam impendere vero_," rejoined Dubourg.

Frederic looked out of the door, coughing harder than ever; while Monsieur Menard said, with a bow:

"I never doubted it, monsieur le baron."

"As I am obliged to remain incognito," said Dubourg, "I have not brought any of my suite with me, and I confess that I am not inclined to complain; I detest all the pomp and parade and etiquette which are the accompaniments of high station. When I travel, I lay it all aside; I am the man of nature, and I play the part of a simple observer. But, by the way, my dear Frederic, I haven't asked you yet where you are going; would it be presumptuous in me to inquire?"

"No, indeed, my friend; I am leaving Paris because I found there only coquettish or heartless women, who do not understand my way of loving."

"Well, my dear fellow, the trouble is that your way of loving is no longer fas.h.i.+onable! However, this is mere amorous petulance, I see; you are still a little romantic, a little sentimental.--We must cure Frederic of all such nonsense, eh, Monsieur Menard?"

"That doesn't come within my functions, monsieur le baron; besides, we must overlook a little something; Seneca says, you know: _Non est magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiae._"

"That is very true," Dubourg replied; "the greatest men have had their weak points. Alexander drank too much; Antiochus dressed as Bacchus to please Cleopatra; aeneas consulted the c.u.maean sibyl; the Emperor Maximilian died from eating too much melon. So it's not at all surprising that Frederic should have a too sensitive heart."

Monsieur Menard bowed to monsieur le baron, who had given him a small specimen of his erudition; which added not a little to the respect he had already conceived for him.

"I have no definite plan," said Frederic; "I intend, however, to visit the countries which recall interesting events, or which have given birth to ill.u.s.trious men. One loves to tread the ground from which the genius sprang that has outlived so many generations. In all that surrounds us, we fancy that we recognize the great man who, by his writings, his feats of arms, or his virtues, made his birthplace famous. In a word, my friend, we are going, first of all, to Italy."

"What! can it be? Why, my own purpose, like yours, is to see a little of the world, in order to add some new light to my poor stock of knowledge.

What a delightful idea! Suppose we make the journey together?"

"Gladly, my dear baron! it will be most agreeable to me, I a.s.sure you."

"Upon my honor, I am grateful to the chance that led to our meeting!

What an unexpected pleasure to travel with my friend the Comte de Montreville and the learned Monsieur Menard, to compare our reflections concerning the places we visit, to be enlightened by the observations, the friends.h.i.+p, and the learning of so distinguished a teacher!"

Menard outdid himself in reverences, and began to express his thanks; but Dubourg continued earnestly, giving him no time to reply:

"What a delight to visit ancient Rome with you--and magnificent Genoa!

to climb with Monsieur Menard to the summit of Vesuvius, and even to go down into the crater, if there is no danger! How pleasant to view, in a friend's company, the tomb of Virgil and the Grotto of the Dog, and to ascend, with a profound scholar, the Tarpeian rock! What pleasures await us in Switzerland, the home of William Tell! that cradle of liberty, whose morals have retained all their purity amid revolutionary tempests!

There we shall receive the most touching hospitality in every village; we shall eat cheese there, Monsieur Menard--oh! such cheese! I don't undertake to say, however, that it's as good as the cheese in Bretagne, for there's nothing like that; a charming country, Bretagne, studded with woods, fields, and rich pastures. Ah! what fine cows they have there, Monsieur Menard!"

Frederic nudged Dubourg, to make him leave Bretagne, whither he constantly returned with the affection of a native.

"In Switzerland," he continued, "one often eats cheeses fifteen or twenty years old; the excellent Helvetians know the secret of keeping them for an indefinite time."

"They must be even better than our roquefort," said Menard, who felt sure of his ground when eating was the subject of conversation.

"Oh! I promise you they are; compared with the old Swiss cheeses, our roquefort is no better than neufchatel. However, Monsieur Menard, if you travel with me, I shall hope to give you cheese to eat more than once."

"Ah! monsieur le baron!"

"We will visit the glaciers, we will ascend the Saint-Gothard, and the Rigi, which you have to climb on all fours. What magnificent views we shall have! And when we go down into the canton of Les Grisons, we will botanize. Monsieur Menard will gather herbs. We will watch the Swiss maidens glean; they wear very short skirts--and we shall see some fine sights!"

"Well, my dear master, what do you think of our plan?" queried Frederic.

The former tutor was enchanted with it: to travel with a man of such high rank, and so learned and agreeable, as Baron Potoski, seemed to him great good fortune; and although the hard cus.h.i.+ons and the jolting of the berlin made him black and blue in spots, he felt brave enough to travel a thousand leagues in a carriage which had held King Stanislas, and in a seat which a princess of Hungary had occupied.

"Most certainly I see no reason why we should not travel with monsieur le baron," he said; "and at the first post-office I will write to monsieur your father and tell him of our fortunate meeting; he cannot fail to approve our plan."

"No, no!" cried Dubourg; "on the contrary, you must not write a single word to monsieur le comte. As I have told you, I am travelling incognito; I don't want anybody to know where I am. My government desires to appoint me amba.s.sador to Turkey, but I am not at all desirous of that distinction. Monsieur le comte might inadvertently let the cat out of the bag, and all France would soon know my whereabouts; it will be much better not to say anything."