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Bertrand painted more pictures and sold them; the children were gay and vigorous and brought life and good times to the home, and the girls grew up to be womanly, winsome lasses, light-hearted and good to look upon. Enough of the war and the evils thereof has been said and written and sung.
"I have known your boy since his birth," said Senator Culver, "and he is all that you say. There is none stronger and better. The choice is good." "Good! Aye, good indeed!" said the impetuous Bertrand. "How they will welcome him in Charleston!"
The two men dismounted and in their turn led their horses into the yard: at sight of them the man in the grey redingote seemed to wake from his sleep. "Berthier," he said slowly, "is that you?" "Yes, Sire, and Colonel Bertrand is here too." "What do you want?" "We earnestly beg you, Sire, to come with us to Genappe. There is not the slightest hope of rallying any portion of your army now.
During his stay there, he met with an old brother officer, Captain Bertrand, who, hailing him with pleasure, told him that he was the very man he was looking out for. "I have taken service," he said, "with the permission of the British Government, under the Czar of Russia, the Great Peter, for such he is indeed.
And I had to be here in your cold state, trying to make these descendants of stubborn Scotch and English see the right, and follow gladly in the path of our beautiful star, South Carolina!" "How goes the cause here, Bertrand?" asked Colonel Kenton, breaking in on his prose epic. Bertrand shrugged his shoulders and his face expressed discontent. "Not well," he replied, "not as well as I had hoped.
He had just called General Bertrand to the high position of grand marshal of the palace; and this choice was generally approved by all who had the honor of Count Bertrand's acquaintance. But what is there for me to say here of a man whose name in history will never be separated from that of the Emperor?
And in this case my duty is plain. You, Bertrand Rockamore, came here, secretly, by night, to try to persuade Mr. Lawton to go in with you on a crooked scheme to force him to, by blackmail, if necessary, on an old score. Failing in that, you killed him, to prevent the nefarious operations of yourself and your companions from being brought to light!" "You're mad, I tell you!" roared Rockamore.
Bertrand sat with his head on his hand as if unaware of him. "Can I get you anything, sir?" he ventured. Bertrand made a slight movement. "If I might have a little brandy," he said, speaking with obvious effort. "Brandy? I'll get it at once, sir," said Holmes, and was gone with the words. Returning, he found Bertrand so far master of himself as to force a smile, but his face was ghastly.
I ought to have left you when I knew that la petite was become your fiancée." For the first time Mordaunt broke his silence. "Why not have told me the truth?" Bertrand raised his shoulders. "I did not feel myself at liberty to tell you. Afterwards, I found that her eyes had been opened, and she was afraid for you to know. It did not seem an affair of great importance, and I let it pass.
Moreover, he declared that if ever she were to disgrace herself by mingling with men-at-arms, he would call upon her brothers to drown her, and if they disobeyed him, he would take and do it with his own hands!" "A Spartan father, truly!" murmured Bertrand.
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