Tom Burke Of "Ours" Volume I Part 57

"No, not from me," repeated he, slowly. "You say you never found out the donor?"

"Never," said I, while a sense of shame prevented my adding what rose to my mind,--Could they not be from Mademoiselle de Meudon?

"Well, well," said he, at length, "be it so. And now till to-morrow: I shall be here at noon, and bring the minister's order with me. And so, good-by."

"Good-by," said I, as I stood overcome with happiness. "Let what will come of it, this is a moment worth living for."

CHAPTER x.x.xIX. A MORNING AT THE TUILLERIES

True to his appointment, the general appeared the following day as the hour of noon was striking. He brought the official papers from the Minister of War, as well as the formal letter naming me his aide-de-camp. The doc.u.ments were all perfectly regular; and being read over by the military commission, I was sent for, when my sword was restored to me by the colonel of the regiment in garrison, and I was free once more.

"You have received a severe lesson, Burke," said the general, as he took my arm to lead me towards his carriage, "and all owing to the rashness with which, in times of difficulty and danger, you permitted yourself to form intimacies with men utterly unknown to you. There are epochs when weakness is the worst of evils. You are very young, to be sure, and I trust the experience you have acquired here will serve for a lifetime."

"Still, sir, in all this sad business, my faith never wavered; my attachment to the Consul was unshaken."

"Had it been otherwise, do you think you had been here now?" said he, dryly. "Were not the evidences of your fidelity set off against your folly, what chance of escape remained for you? No, no; she who befriended you so steadily throughout this tangled scheme for your ruin, had never advocated your cause were there reason to suppose you were involved in the conspiracy against her husband's life."

"Who do you mean?" said I. "I scarcely understand."

"The Consulesse, of course. But for Madame Bonaparte you were lost; even since I saw you last, I have learned how deeply interested she became in your fortunes. The letter you received in the Temple came from her, and the enclosure also. And now, with your leave, we can do nothing better than pay our respects to her, and make our acknowledgments for such kindness. She receives at this hour, and will, I know, take your visit in good part."

While I professed my readiness to comply with the suggestion, we drove into the court of the Tuileries. It was so early that, except the officers of the Consul's staff and some of those on guard, we were the only persons visible.

"We are the first arrivals," said the general, as we drew up at the door of the pavilion. "I am not sorry for it; we shall have our audience over before the crowd a.s.sembles."

Giving our names to the usher, we mounted the stairs, and pa.s.sed on from room to room until we came to a large salon, in which seats were formally arranged in a semicircle, an armchair somewhat higher than the rest occupying the centre. Several full-length portraits of the generals of the Revolutionary armies adorned the walls, and a striking likeness of the Consul himself, on horseback, held the princ.i.p.al place. I had but time to see thus much, when the two sides of the folding-doors were flung open, and Madame Bonaparte, followed by Mademoiselle de Meudon, entered. Scarcely were the doors closed, when she said, smiling,--

"I heard of your arrival. General, and guessed its purport, so came at once. Monsieur Burke, I am happy to see you at liberty once more."

"That I owe it to you, Madame, makes it doubly dear to me," said I, faltering.

"You must not overrate my exertions on your behalf," replied the Consulesse, in a hurried voice. "There was an amende due to you for the treatment you met with at Versailles,--all Savary's fault; and now I am sincerely sorry I ever suffered myself to become a party to his schemes.

Indeed, I never guessed them, or I should not. General d'Auvergne has made you his aide-decamp, he tells me."

"Yes, Madame; my good fortune has showered favors on me most suddenly.

Your kindness has been an augury of success in everything."

She smiled, as if pleased, and then said, "I have a piece of advice to give you, and hope you 'll profit by it." Then, turning towards the general, who all this time was deeply engaged in talking to Mademoiselle de Meudon, she added, "Don't you think. General, that it were as well Monsieur Burke should not be in the way of meeting the Consul for some short time to come. Is there any garrison duty, or any service away from Paris, where for a week or so he could remain?"

"I have thought of that, Madame," said the gnral. "Two of the regiments in my brigade are to march tomorrow for the east of France, and I intend my young friend to proceed to Strasburg at once."

"This is not meant for banishment," said she to me, with a look of much sweetness; "but Bonaparte will now and then say a severe thing, likely to dwell in the mind of him to whom it was addressed long after the sentiment which dictated it has departed. A little time will efface all memory of this sad affair, and then we shall be happy to see you here again."

"Or events may happen soon, Madame, by which he may make his own peace with General Bonaparte."

"True, very true," said she, gravely. "And as to that. General, what advices are there from Vienna?"

She drew the general aside into one of the windows, leaving me alone with Mademoiselle de Meudon. But a minute before, and I had given the world for such an opportunity, and now I could not speak a syllable.

She, too, seemed equally confused, and bent over a large vase of moss-roses, as if totally occupied by their arrangement. I drew nearer, and endeavored to address her; but the words would not come, while a hundred gus.h.i.+ng thoughts pressed on me, and my heart beat loud enough for me to hear it. At last I saw her lips move, and thought I heard my name. I bent down my head lower; it was her voice, but so low as to be scarcely audible.

"I cannot thank you, sir, as I could wish," said she, "for the service you rendered me, at the risk of your own life and honor. And though I knew not the dangers you were to incur by my request, I asked it as of the only one I knew who would brave such danger at my asking." She paused for a second, then continued: "The friend of Charles could not but be the friend of Marie de Meudon. There is now another favor I would beg at your hands," said she, while a livid paleness overspread her features.

"Oh, name it!" said I, pa.s.sionately. "Say, how can I serve you?"

"It is this," said she, with an accent whose solemnity sank into the very recesses of my heart. "We have ever been an unlucky race; De Meudon is but a name for misfortune not only have we met little else in our own lives, but all who have befriended us have paid the penalty of their friends.h.i.+p. My dear brother knew this well; and I--." She paused, and then, though her lips moved, the words that followed were inaudible.

"There is but one on earth," continued she, as her eyes, brimful of tears, were turned towards Madame Bonaparte, who still stood talking in the window, "over whose fortunes my affection has thrown no blight.

Heaven grant it may be ever so!" Then suddenly, as if remembering herself, she added: "What I would ask is this,--that we should meet no more. Nay, nay; look not so harshly at me. If I, alone in the world, ask to be deprived of his friends.h.i.+p who loved my brother so--"

"Oh! if you be alone in the world, feel for one like me, who has not even a country he can call his own. Take not the one hope from my heart, I ask you. Leave me the thought that there is one, but one, in all this land, to whom my name, if ever mentioned with praise, can bring one moment's pleasure,--who can say 'I knew him.' Do not forget that Charles, with his dying breath, said you would be my sister."

The door of the _salon_ opened suddenly, and a name was announced, but in my confusion, I heard not what. Madame Bonaparte, however, advanced towards the new arrival with an air of welcome, as she said,--

"We were just wis.h.i.+ng for you, general. Pray tell us all the news of Paris."

The person thus addressed was a very tall and singularly handsome man, whose dark eyes, and dark whiskers meeting in the middle of his chin, gave him the appearance of an Italian. He was dressed in a hussar uniform, whose gorgeous braiding of gold was heightened in effect by a blaze of orders and stars that covered the entire breast; the scarlet pantaloons, tight to the leg, displayed to advantage the perfect symmetry of his form; while his boots of yellow morocco, bound and ta.s.selled with gold, seemed the very coquetry of military costume. A sabre, the hilt actually covered with precious stones, clanked at his side, and the aigrette of his plumed hat was a large diamond. There was something almost theatrical in the manner of his approach, as with a stately step and a deep bow he took Madame Bonaparte's hand and kissed it; a ceremony he repeated to Mademoiselle de Meudon, adding, as he did so,--

"And my fair rose de Provence, more beautiful than ever!--how is she?"

"What flattery is he whispering, Marie?" said the Consulesse, laughing.

"Don't you know, Gnral, that I insist on all the compliments here being paid to myself. What do you think of my robe? Your judgment is said to be perfect."

"Charming, absolutely charming!" said he, in an att.i.tude of affected admiration. "It is only such taste as yours could have devised anything so beautiful. Yet the roses,--I half think I should have preferred them white."

"You can scarcely imagine that vain fellow with the long ringlets the boldest soldier of the French army," said the general, in a low whisper, as he drew me to one side.

"Indeed! And who is he, then?"

"You a hussar, and not know him! Why, Murat, to be sure."

"So, then, Madame, all my news of Monsieur Talleyrand's ball, it seems, is stale already. You 've heard that the russian and Austrian ministers both sent apologies?"

"Oh dear!" said she, sighing; "have I not heard it a thousand times, and every reason for it canva.s.sed, until I wished both of their excellencies at--at Madame Lefebvre's dinner-party?"

"That was perfect," cried Murat, aloud; "a regular bivouac in a salon.

You'd think that the silver dishes and the gilt candelabras had just been captured from the enemy, and that the cuisine was made by beat of drum."

"The general is an honest man and a brave officer," said D'Auvergne, somewhat nettled at the tone Murat spoke in.

"No small boast either," replied the other, shrugging his shoulders carelessly, "in the times and the land we live in."

"And what of Cambacrs's soiree,--how did it go off?" interposed Madame Bonaparte, anxious to relieve the awkward pause that followed.

"Like everything in his hotel,--sombre, stately, and stupid; the company all dull, who would be agreeable everywhere else; the tone of the reception labored and affected; and every one dying to get away to Fouch's,--it was his second night for receiving."

"Was that pleasanter, then?"