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The only other beast left there was a small and very antique donkey which the children used to drive. In a dilapidated go-cart, drawn by this pattering nag, the baron made such haste as he could along twelve miles of stony road to the district headquarters. There he told his story simply to the commandant and begged protection for his beloved trees.
Although she could only speak with the greatest difficulty, the baron realized by her tone that she would never reveal what had taken place, and his attitude and relief knew no bounds. "Don't tire the poor child," he said to Madame de Fondege. "The best thing you can do would be to take her home and put her to bed."
"If Valerie carries on with my Baron, well and good it is a means to my revenge, and I can get rid of him if I choose; but as for this cousin! He is one Baron too many; I do not mean to be made a fool of. I will know how they are related." That evening, by one of those strokes of luck which come to pretty women, Valerie was charmingly dressed.
"That young man is displaying a very fine diamond," the stranger remarked to the Colonel. "Splendid," he replied. "The man is the Baron Martial de la Roche-Hugon, one of my most intimate friends." "I have to thank you for telling me his name," she went on; "he seems an agreeable man." "Yes, but he is rather fickle."
"Why do you look at me so?" she asked. "Miss Baron, pardon me, but I do wish I were going to be here longer, or rather, I wish the war was over. I fear there are deep perplexities, and perhaps dangers, before you. My little force is in the van of a raiding column which will pass rapidly through the country. It will be here to-morrow morning, but gone before night, in all probability.
"Vicomte Paul de Lamare." Then he had not forgotten her, for he had written to her! She did not stop to think that it was simply to ask her for money; he had not any and some should be sent him; what did money matter? He had written to her! She ran to show the letter to the baron, the tears streaming from her eyes.
"It was my good fortune," Peter remarked, smiling, "that I saw Mademoiselle Celaire's name upon the bills this evening my good fortune, since it has procured for me the honour of an acquaintance with a musician so distinguished." "You are very kind, Monsieur le Baron," Korust replied. "You stay here, I regret to hear, a very short time?" "Alas!" Andrea Korust admitted, "it is so.
How unhappy you must have felt when you entered these walls after so many years! You cannot help feeling miserable here, and it is all quite incomprehensible to me." "Not to me," the Baron quietly replied; "I somehow felt it had to be that way. Did I value my home before? It is a just retribution to me to find the place so empty and forlorn.
This led them to talk of foot-racing and at last the Yorkshireman offered to bet that Mr. Jorrocks would run fifty yards with him on his back, before the Baron would run a hundred. Upon this the Baron scratched his head and looked very knowing, pretended to make a calculation, when the Yorkshireman affected fear, and professed his readiness to withdraw the offer.
The baron said with a laugh that the currency was Portuguese milries, and that they amounted to five hundred pounds sterling. "If the signatures are known," said I, "I don't understand why the man won't discount it. Why don't you take it to your banker?" "I haven't got one. I came to England with a thousand gold pieces in my pocket, and I have spent them all.
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