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gestures which admit of no contradiction, "the government is officially informed of it."

      "Ah!" exclaimed the duchess, "if the government is officially informed of it, of course there is nothing to be said; but," she added, venturing on still more slippery ground, "I did hear differently."

      "Madame!" said the old gentleman, in a tone of slight reproach.

      "What did you hear, cousin?" asked M. de Vouillé, who was beginning to take the interest of a gambler in the game that was being played before him.

      "Yes, what have you heard, madame?" said the prefect.

      "Oh, you understand, Monsieur le préfet, that it is not for me to give you official news," said the duchess. "I am only telling you of rumors, which may be mere nonsense."

      "Madame de la Myre!" said the old man.

      "Well, Monsieur de la Myre?" said the duchess.

      "Do you know, madame," said the prefect, "that I think your husband is very interfering. I will wager it is he who does not want you to go to Paris?"

      "That is precisely true. But I hope to go there in spite of him. 'What woman wills, God wills.'"

      "Oh, women! women!" cried the public functionary.

      "What now?" asked the duchess.

      "Nothing," said the prefect. "I am waiting, Madame, to hear the rumors you mentioned just now about the Duchesse de Berry."

      "Oh! they are simple enough. I heard, – but pray remember I give them on no authority but common report, – I have heard that the Duchesse de Berry rejected the advice of all her friends, and obstinately refused to re-embark on the 'Carlo Alberto.'"

      "Then where is she now?" asked the prefect.

      "In France."

      "In France! What can she do in France?"

      "Why, you know very well, Monsieur le préfet," said the duchess, "that her Royal Highness's chief object is La Vendée."

      "No doubt; but having failed so signally at the South-"

      "All the more reason why she should try for success at the West."

      The prefect smiled disdainfully.

      "Then you really think she has re-embarked?" asked the duchess.

      "I can positively assure you," said the prefect, "that she is at this moment in the dominions of the king of Sardinia, from whom France is about to ask an explanation."

      "Poor king of Sardinia! He will give a very simple one."

      "What?"

      "He will say, 'I always knew Madame was a crazy creature; but I never thought her craziness would lead her quite as far as this-'"

      "Madame! madame!" said the old man.

      "Ah, ça! Monsieur de la Myre," said the duchess, "I do hope that although you interfere with my wishes, you will have the grace to respect my opinions, – all the more because I am sure they are those of Monsieur le préfet. Are they not, monsieur?"

      "The truth is," said that functionary, laughing, "that her Royal Highness has behaved in this whole affair with the utmost folly."

      "There! you see," said the duchess. "What would happen, Monsieur le préfet, if these rumors were true and Madame should really come to La Vendée?"

      "How can she get here?" asked the prefect.

      "Why, through the neighboring departments, or through yours. They tell me she was seen at Toulouse in an open carriage while changing horses."

      "Good heavens!" cried the prefect; "that would be a little too bold."

      "So bold that Monsieur le préfet doesn't believe it?"

      "Not one word of it," said the official emphasizing each monosyllable as he uttered it.

      At that moment the door opened, and one of the count's footmen announced that a clerk from the prefecture asked permission to deliver a telegraphic despatch just received from Paris for the prefect.

      "Will you permit him to enter?" said the prefect to the count.

      "Why, of course," said the latter.

      The clerk entered and gave a sealed package to the prefect, who bowed his excuses to the company for opening it.

      Absolute silence reigned. All eyes were fixed on the despatch. Madame exchanged signs with M. de Vouillé, who laughed under his breath, with M. de Lussac, who laughed aloud, and with her so-called husband who maintained his imperturbably grave manner.

      "Whew!" cried the public functionary suddenly, while his features were indiscreet enough to betray the utmost surprise.

      "What is the news?" asked M. de Vouillé.

      "The news is," exclaimed the prefect, "that Madame de la Myre was right in what she said about her Royal Highness. Her Royal Highness has not left France; her Royal Highness is on her way to La Vendée, through Toulouse, Libourne, and Poitiers."

      So saying, the prefect rose.

      "Where are you going, Monsieur le préfet?" asked the duchess.

      "To do my duty, madame, painful as it is, and give orders that her Royal Highness be arrested if, as this despatch warns me, she is imprudent enough to pass through my department."

      "Do so, Monsieur le préfet; do so," said the duchess. "I can only applaud your zeal and assure you that I shall remember it when occasion offers."

      She held out her hand to the prefect, who kissed it gallantly, after having, with a look, asked Monsieur de la Myre's permission to do so.

      XIV.

      PETIT-PIERRE

      Let us now return to the cottage of the goodman Tinguy, which we left for a time to make that excursion to the château de Vouillé.

      Forty-eight hours have gone by. Bertha and Michel are again at the sick man's bedside. Though the regular visits which Doctor Roger now paid rendered the young girl's presence in that fever-stricken place unnecessary, Bertha, in spite of Mary's remonstrances, persisted in her care of the Vendéan peasant. Nevertheless, it is probable that Christian charity was not the only motive which drew her to his cottage.

      However that may be, it is certain that, by natural coincidence, Michel, who had got over his terrors, was already installed in the cottage when Bertha got there. Was it Bertha for whom Michel was looking? We dare not answer. Perhaps he thought that Mary, too, might take her turn in these charitable functions. Perhaps, too, he may have hoped that the fair-haired sister would not lose this occasion of meeting him, after the warmth of their last parting. His heart therefore beat violently when he saw the shadow of a woman's form, which he knew by its elegance could belong only to a Demoiselle de Souday, projecting itself upon the cottage door.

      When he recognized Bertha the young man felt a measure of disappointed hope; but as, by virtue of his love, he was full of tenderness for the Marquis de Souday, of sympathy for the crabbed Jean Oullier, and of benevolence for even their dogs, how could he fail to love Mary's sister? The affection shown to one would certainly bring him nearer to the other; besides, what happiness to hear this sister mention the absent sister. Consequently, he was full of attentions and solicitude for Bertha, who accepted all with a satisfaction she took no pains to conceal.

      It was difficult, however, to think of other matters than the condition of the sick man, which was hourly growing worse and worse. He had fallen into that state of torpor and insensibility which physicians call coma, and which, in inflammatory diseases, usually characterizes the period preceding death. He no longer noticed what was passing around him, and answered only when distinctly spoken to. The pupils of his eyes, which were frightfully dilated, were fixed and staring. He was almost rigid, though from time to time his hands endeavored to pull the coverlet over his face, or draw to him something that he seemed to see beside his bed.

      Bertha, who, in spite of her youth, had more than once been present at such a scene, no longer felt any hope for the poor man's life. She wished to spare Rosine the anguish of witnessing her father's death-struggle, which

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