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and several others, were successively arrested. into Paris, complimenting the First Consul and Then a belief began to be felt in the reality of congratulating France on the danger she had esthe conspiracy, as well as to understand that it caped. All these were carefully printed in the was a conspiracy of the royalists.
“ Moniteur.” At last Georges Cadoudal was arMeanwhile the Republican party disclaimed rested on March 29th at the Place de l'Odéon. Moreau. The nobility were startled, and held He was in a cabriolet, and as soon as he saw that themselves aloof. They blamed De Polignac's he was pursued he whipped up his horse. A imprudence as soon as they found it inconvenient police-officer courageously snatched at the head to maintain the zeal with which they had en- of the animal, and was instantly killed by the couraged him. Their fault was that common to pistol which Georges fired. But a crowd gaththe Royalist party of believing in the existence ered, the cabriolet was stopped, and Georges arof that which they desired and of acting on rested. On his person was found a large sum of these illusions, which is an ordinary delusion of money—from sixty to eighty thousand francsmen who allow themselves to be led by their in notes, which were given to the wife of the passions and their vanity.
man who was killed. The journals appeared I at this time suffered much. At the Tuile- with a statement that Georges Cadoudal had ries I saw the First Consul gloomy and silent, his confessed that he came to France only to assaswife often in tears, his family irritated, and his sinate Bonaparte. Yet I very well remember sister exciting him by violent words, while out- that it was said at the time that Georges, who side of the Tuileries different opinions were rag- showed throughout the whole of the proceedings ing-distrust, suspicion, and a malignant joy extreme firmness and great devotion to the Bourwith some, a strong regret with others at the bad bons, always denied all intention of assassination, success of the enterprise, and much bitterness of but admitted that his project had been to attack feeling. I was agitated and troubled by all I the Consul's carriage and carry him off, without saw and felt; I shut myself up with my mother doing him the smallest harm. and my husband; we three talked over together At this same time the King of England was what we heard.
taken seriously ill; our Government counted on Monsieur de Rémusat, upright and gentle, his death to see Mr. Pitt retire from the ministry. was deeply afflicted by the faults that were com- On the 21st of March the following appeared mitted ; and, as he judged them dispassionately, in the “Moniteur": “The Prince de Condé has he began to dread the future, and disclosed to issued a circular calling on the émigrés to assemme his wise but sad judgment of a character that ble on the Rhine. One prince of the Bourbon he studied in silence. His anxieties hurt me, but house has already obeyed this summons." Then I was still more pained by the suspicions of which followed a secret correspondence that had been I was conscious within myself. Alas! the time seized from a man named Drake, an accredited was not far off when I was to be still further agent of England in Bavaria, which proved that and most unhappily enlightened !
the English Government neglected no possible After the different arrests of which I have means of kindling trouble in France. Monsieur spoken, the “Moniteur” copied certain articles de Talleyrand was ordered to send copies of this from the “Morning Chronicle " which announced correspondence to each member of the diplothat the death of Bonaparte and the restoration matic corps, who showed their indignation by of Louis XVIII. were near at hand. To these letters which were all inserted in the “Moniarticles was added the statement that people teur." just arrived from London affirmed that they were Holy week was near at hand. On Passion speculating at the Stock Exchange on these Sunday, March 18th, my week began with Maevents, and that the names of Pichegru, Mo- dame Bonaparte. I went early in the morning reau, and Georges Cadoudal were in everybody's to the Tuileries to assist at mass, which was celemouth. In that same “ Moniteur was also brated with great ceremony. After mass, Maprinted a letter from an Englishman to Bona- dame Bonaparte always held a crowded drawingparte, whom he called “Mr. Consul.” This let- room, remaining there some time and conversing ter recommended to him, for his own particular with every one. use, a pamphlet circulated in the time of Crom- Madame Bonaparte told me early that day well, which attempted to prove that persons like that we were to pass the week at Malmaison. Cromwell could not be assassinated because there “I am thankful," she said, “for I am afraid is no crime in killing a dangerous animal or a of Paris at this time.” tyrant. “To kill is not to assassinate," said the We started a few hours later. Bonaparte pamphlet ; “the difference is very great." Mean- was in his own carriage; Madame Bonaparte in while in France addresses from all the towns, hers, and I the only person with her. from the army, and from the bishops, poured During the first part of the drive, I noticed that she was silent and very sad; I showed my upon me; it seemed to me that he was changed, anxiety, but she seemed afraid to answer my or that I ought to find him so. timid inquiries, but at last she said :
Several officers dined with him, and the time "I am going to confide a great secret to you. passed much as usual ; after dinner he retired This morning Bonaparte informed me that he into his cabinet, and to his work. And that had sent Monsieur de Caulaincourt to the frontier night, when I left Madame Bonaparte, she promto seize the Duc d'Enghien. He will be brought ised me to renew her entreaties. here."
The next morning I went to her as early as I “Good God ! madame," I cried ; "what will dared. She was entirely discouraged. Bonathey do with him?"
parte had repulsed her on all points. “Try him, I suppose.”
“Women should not meddle in such matters." These words struck a pang of terror through His policy necessitated this coup d'état. This my soul, such as I had never before experienced rigor would give him the right to be more merin my life. Madame Bonaparte thought I was ciful on other occasions. Some decisive action about to faint, and she hurriedly opened all the was now incumbent upon him, or a long series carriage windows.
of conspiracies would follow, which would require "I have done all I could," she continued, “to daily punishment. Impunity would only enobtain from Bonaparte a promise that no harm courage these people. He should be obliged to should come to the Prince; but I much fear that persecute, to exile, and to punish, to take back his fate is sealed."
what he had done for the émigrés, and bestow “Do you mean that he will die?"
favors on the Jacobins. The royalists had com“I fear so," she answered.
promised him more than once in regard to the At these words I burst into tears. Before revolutionists. This act would place him straight my eyes swept all the fatal consequences of such with all parties. an event—this spilling of royal blood which would The Duc d'Enghien, after all, had joined in satisfy only the Jacobin party; the especial in- this conspiracy of Georges Cadoudal's; he had terest which this Prince inspired in every one brought trouble and discordance into France; else; the name of Condé; the general horror; the English made use of him as their instrument and the hot hatreds which would be rekindled. of vengeance; then, too, his military reputation
I dwelt on all these points en masse, while might at some future time have had its influence Madame Bonaparte saw only a portion of them. on the army; but his death would break all ties The idea of a murder was all that had struck between our soldiers and the Bourbons. In poliher. I succeeded in terrifying her thoroughly, tics a death which can insure repose is not a and she promised to do all in her power to avert crime; orders were given, and he could not change the impending fatality.
them. We reached Malmaison. I took refuge in In this conversation Madame Bonaparte told my chamber, where I wept bitterly. My soul her husband that he would aggravate the odium was shaken to its foundation. I loved and I of this act by having selected Monsieur de Cauadmired Bonaparte. I believed him called by an laincourt, whose relatives had been attached in invincible power to the highest destiny; I allowed past days to the house of Condé. my youthful imagination to invest him with every “ I did not know that," answered Bonaparte ; noble quality; all at once the veil which covered “and what does it matter, after all? If Caulainmy eyes was torn away, and by what I felt at court is compromised, it is of no especial consethat moment did I only too well understand the quence; he will serve me just as well. The opimpression that this event would produce on posite party will never forgive him for being a others.
gentleman.” He added that De Caulaincourt At Malmaison there was not a human being had been told only a portion of the plan, and to whom I could open my heart and speak freely. thought that the Duc d'Enghien would remain My husband was in Paris
. It was necessary to in prison. compose myself, and appear with a calm face, My courage failed as I heard Madame Bofor Madame Bonaparte had positively forbidden naparte repeat these words. I was a friend of me to allow any one to suspect that she had Monsieur de Caulaincourt, and I suffered acutespoken to me on this subject. When I entered ly. It seemed to me that he should have rethe salon, at six o'clock, I found the First Consul fused to accept the mission with which he was playing chess. He seemed calm and serene; intrusted. The day passed drearily enough; I his unmoved face made me feel ill as I looked at remember that Madame Bonaparte, who loved him; for two hours I had been absorbed in think- trees and flowers, was busy all the morning in ing of him, and my mind was so disturbed that I superintending her gardener, who was transcould not regain the impression he usually made planting a cypress to a part of the grounds which were newly laid out. She herself put in a little I had told you, for he could not understand your earth, in order to say that she had planted it her- sadness. Try and be more cheerful.” self. “Ah, madame!” I said as I looked at her, My passion rose. “Let him think what he “it is a tree that well befits the day.”
chooses, madame !" I exclaimed. “ Let him ask After that time I never passed that cypress me why I weep, and I will tell him that I weep without a pang
for him," and as I said this I again burst into My overwhelming emotion troubled Madame tears. Bonaparte. Light and frivolous by nature, and Madame Bonaparte was frightened at my confident that the views of the First Consul were nervous excitement. She was a stranger to wiser than those of any one else, she was yet strong emotions, and when she sought to calm impressed by my fears. She felt keenly, but her me I could only answer by these words : “Ah, feelings were evanescent. Convinced by the madame, you do not understand me!” She asFirst Consul that the death of the Duc d'En- sured me that after this event all would go on as ghien was a political necessity, she was then before. desirous of dismissing it from her mind, and dis- Alas! It was not the future which disturbed card all thoughts as useless regrets.
me. I did not doubt his power over himself and This I would not permit. I employed the others, but I felt as if I, personally, were being greater part of the day in harassing her. She rent asunder. listened to me with great gentleness, but in a The dinner-hour came, and I was obliged to discouraged sort of way, for she knew Bonaparte calm myself. Again did I find on going down better than I did. I wept bitterly as I entreated stairs that Bonaparte was quietly playing chess. her to make one more effort, and finally, being He had taken a fancy to this game. As soon as really fond of me, she promised to do so. “Men- he saw me he called to me, and bade me tell him tion my name if you choose to the First Consul,” what move to make. I choked, and could not I said; “I am myself of little consequence, but utter four words. The gentleness of his tone he will judge from the impression I have re- and manner added the finishing touch to my disceived how other people will feel. He knows, tress. too, that I am more attached to him than are When dinner was served, he made me sit most persons; I ask nothing better than to find near him, and asked me many personal questions. excuses for him, but I can not see one for this It seemed to me that he had taken it on himself thing that he is about to do."
to prevent me from thinking. That whole day we saw nothing of Bona- Little Napoleon had been sent for from Paris. parte. The Chief Justice, the Préfet de Police, He was placed in the center of the table, and his and Murat, all came and had long audiences. uncle seemed to be very much amused to see the Everybody looked troubled. I was up the great- child touching all the dishes, and upsetting everyer part of the night; when I slept my dreams thing about him. were horrible.
After dinner he sat down on the floor, and I fancied I heard continual movements in the played with the child. To me his gayety seemed château, and I was convinced that some new en- forced. Madame Bonaparte, who had dreaded terprise was in contemplation. I persuaded my- lest he should feel irritated against me by reason self at one time almost into rushing down stairs, of what she had said, looked at me with a kind and throwing myself at Bonaparte's feet, to im- smile, which seemed to say : “You see he is not plore him to take compassion on his own glory, so cruel, after all. We can reassure ourselves.” for I believed it then to be without a spot, and As for myself, I hardly knew where I was. wept that it should be tarnished.
Sometimes it seemed to me that I was in a bad That night will never be effaced from my dream. My manner was probably a little pecumemory. Tuesday morning Madame Bonaparte liar, and I perhaps had a frightened look, for said to me: “It is no use. The Duc d'Enghien suddenly Bonaparte turned toward me, gazed at arrives to-night. He will be taken at once to me fixedly, and said: “Why do you not wear Vincennes and examined. Murat will attend to rouge ? You are too pale.” it all. He is perfectly odious in this affair. It is I answered that I had forgotten to put it on, he who pushes Bonaparte on. He keeps telling “What!" he exclaimed; "a woman forget him that any mercy he shows now will be re- her rouge !” And he burst out laughing. garded as weakness, and that the Jacobins will "That never happens to you, Josephine, does be furious. One party will ask why so little re- it?” Then he added : "Women have two things gard was paid to Moreau's glorious reputation, which suit them well—tears and rouge." and why a Bourbon was of more importance ? These words completed my discomfiture. Bonaparte has forbidden me to say another word. General Bonaparte had neither taste nor He spoke of you,” she continued. “I said that measure in his gayety. His manners were at times those of a garrison. He played with his addressed to persons of his stamp. They say, wife for a time with more freedom than decency, without being asked, precisely what they please, and then he called me to a table for a game of and never answer you. chess. He did not play well, and was always Madame Bonaparte entered the salon. She unwilling to submit to the rules of the game. I looked at me sadly, and seated herself, saying to let him do as he would. Every one was quiet, Savary at the same time : when suddenly he began to sing through his “ It is done, then ? " teeth. Then a verse came into his mind. He “ Yes, madame,” he answered. “ He died said in an undertone, Soyons amis, Cinna” this morning, and I am forced to admit with adthen the lines of Gusman in “ Alzire ":
I stood breathless. "Et le mien, quand ton bras vient m'assassiner." *
Madame Bonaparte asked for details, which I could not prevent myself from looking up have since been made public. They had taken at him hastily. He smiled, and continued. I the Prince into one of the dungeons under the absolutely believed for a moment that he was château: when they wished to cover his eyes deceiving his wife and the rest of us, and that with a handkerchief, he repulsed them gently, he was preparing a grand scene of clemency.
saying to the gendarmes : This idea, to which I clung fondly, calmed “You are Frenchmen; you will at least do me; my imagination was then very youthful; me the favor not to miss your aim." besides, I needed hope so much.
He handed them a ring, some of his hair, “ You like poetry?” said Bonaparte.
and a letter for Madame de Rohan; Savary I was half inclined to reply, “ Yes, when it is showed them all to Madame Bonaparte. The applicable”—but I dared not.
letter was open, short, and affectionate. I do We continued our game, and I by degrees not know if the last wishes of this unfortunate trusted more and more to his gayety. We were Prince have ever been executed. still playing when the sound of a carriage was
“After his death,” resumed Savary, “the heard. General Hullin was announced. Bona- gendarmes were told that they could take his parte pushed back the table hastily, and rose. clothing, his watch, and the money he had upon He went into the gallery next to the salon, where his person; but not one of them would touch he remained the rest of the evening with Murat, anything. People may say what they choose ; it is Hallen, and Savary.
impossible to see such men perish without emoI went off to my room singularly tranquillized. tions very different from those we have hitherto I could not persuade myself that Bonaparte was felt, and I feel that I shall not soon recover my not agitated by the thought of holding such a sang-froid." victim in his hands. I hoped that the Prince Presently Eugène Beauharnais appeared, too would insist on seeing him-as indeed he did, young to realize what had happened, and who for he said over and over again, “ If the First saw in the death of the Duc d'Enghien only a Consul would consent to see me, he would do conspirator against his master's life. Generals, me justice, and would understand that I have whose names I will not write down, quickly foldone my duty.” Perhaps, I said to myself, he lowed. They lavished on the act that had been will go himself to Vincennes, and accord a sen- committed such unmeasured commendation that sational pardon! If such were not his intention, Madame Bonaparte, who was always a little why should he quote those lines of Guzman's? confused when any one spoke loudly and enerThat night—that terrible night-at last passed getically, felt obliged to apologize for my sadness away. In the morning, at a very early hour, I by saying over and over again the ill-timed went down stairs. In the salon I found Savary phrasealone, excessively pale, and, I will do him the “I am a woman, too, and I acknowledge that justice to say, with a frightfully agitated coun- I feel inclined to weep." tenance. His lips trembled as he spoke to me, All that morning people continued to pour in and yet he uttered only the most insignificant —the Consuls and the Ministers, Louis Bonawords. I asked him no questions, for questions parte and his wife, the former wrapped in a sihave always seemed to me very useless when lence that looked like disapproval. Madame
Louis was frightened, not daring to feel, and * These are the lines :
seemed to be asking what she should think. “ Des dieux que nous servons, connais différence ;
The women were even more than the men Les tiens l'on commandé le meurtre et la vengeance ; Et le mien, quand ton bras vient m'assassiner
impressed by the magic power of Bonaparte's Mordonne de te plandre et de te pardonner.” sacramental words—“My policy!”
remarks sentimentally. When you are my age, CHAPTER XIV.
have seen as much of the pomps and vanities of
ribbons and laces as I have, my dear child, you IN SILK ATTIRE. '
will value them accordingly."
"Your age! I should hope some one will have LA
A philosophie à deux,'” remarks Kit Mar- taken pity on me before then,” cries Jeanne.
lowe, a couple of hours later on. “Let “Deserving poverty may be interesting enough us thank the gods, whatever gods there be, that in its teens. What would you say to a Watteau, one is verdant enough still to prefer a hop to phi- a wood-nymph, a poem, in limp linen at eightlosophy."
and-twenty?" The ballroom windows stand open to the Sir Christopher Marlowe sighs. “I should night; soft and low the Bohemian band strikes inordinately like to know, in detail, what you up the prelusory bars of the Tannhäuser waltzes; mean by 'some one taking pity on you,' Miss Jeanne and Sir Christopher are partners. Blonde Dempster ? ” fräuleins with garlands in their hair, with pearls “Would you ? Oh, my ambition is modest, around their throats, with floating knots of rib- very! I could content myself on an allowance bon, with superabundant adornment of all kinds, of five hundred pounds a year pin-money.” Ange are being led forth, by slim-waisted, yellow-mus- and Jeanne, between them, may annually spend tached warriors, from the side of stalwart mam- on their clothes five hundred marks—not a pfenmas. Lady Pamela, falling at once into the easy nig more. “Five hundred pounds a year pinetiquette of Kursaal ballrooms, has accorded her money, with unlimited opportunities for running hand to an unknown cavalier—an Austrian, over- into debt, and an occasional bonus in the shape redolent of Government cigars, of inexpensive of jewelry. I am likely to come across that kind macassar; and alas ! with cuffs and collar too of some one ' in the Black Forest, am I not?" palpably of paper, but fair and poetic-looking as Not only likely, but certain, if you would let any stage Faust. Miss Vivash lingers still, “ phi- 'some one' take you at your word. In the mean losophizing" with Wolfgang, who smokes his time," whispers Sir Christopher tenderly, “shall cigar in the darkness of the gardens. The mas- we begin our waltz, do you think? I am quite ter, detained by his conveniently elastic pupils, contented either way, but shall we make a start has only arrived by the latest train from Frei- -or not?" burg, and Miss Vivash unselfishly foregoes the The suggestion reminds Jeanne Dempster certain successes of the ballroom to be his com- that during the past two minutes she and her panion.
partner have been standing in an attitude of Somewhat further, perhaps, than Mr. Wolf- preparation, her hand on Kit Marlowe's shoulder, gang suspects, may the smoking of this cigar, his arm around her waist-reminds, but disconthe pursuit of this philosophie à deux, land him. certs her not. This is Jeanne's first introduction
“I believe you are a philosopher without to the world, the first ballroom in which she has knowing it, Sir Christopher,” says little Jeanne stood, a come-out young lady, playing her part gayly. The girl's heart is ice-cold; her cheeks among grown-up men and women. She knows are on fire. She has determined, with all the nothing of ballroom ethics; does not surmise will that is in her, to show indifference to Wolf- that a position, admitted to be correct when in gang and his actions; and, like most unpractical rapid movement, should be open to animadveractors, runs a risk of overdoing her part. “With sion when in repose. Looking up, however, toa roomful of ribbons and tulles and laces, a ward an open French window near which they man must be a philosopher, indeed, who should stand, it chances that she catches a glimpse of choose a Cinderella like me for his partner.” Miss Vivash and Wolfgang. The master's head
Sir Christopher gazes at the washed-out print is in shadow. Jeanne can see the face of Vivian with an air of lachrymose gallantry that, whether clear in the lamp-light, as a delicate cameo she be heart-broken or no, brings a smile, per- upon a setting of dusky-green background. force, to Jeanne's lips.
A faint little sneer is round Beauty's lips; “A Watteau, a wood-nymph, a poem,” he contemptuous is the expression of her half-closed