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But as for himself Marie-Anne-Timelon-Armand de Boisdhyver he still clung to the Imperial cause, and though now for many years his age and infirmities had forced him to withdraw from any part in intrigues aiming at the restoration of the Empire, his sympathies were still keen.
To Dan's surprise, he placed it carefully on the broad window-sill, and drew down the dark shade to within a foot of the sill, blotting out all save a narrow band of light. Then the Marquis disappeared for several moments into the interior of the room. Dan was about to turn back into the house, when again Monsieur de Boisdhyver came to the window.
I am an old friend, one of the oldest, of Monsieur le Marquis de Boisdhyver, and, when I was a very young girl, I knew the Marechal himself. It has been my happiness to be able to prove my friendship for a noble and a fallen family. One day last summer, Monsieur de Boisdhyver told me his brother's dying words, and it was I, Monsieur Dan, who was able to give the money for this strange expedition.
"Sure an, Mass' Tom, I ain't seen him dis mornin' yet. Ain't he done over-slept hisself like you?" "No; but I dare say he is about the place somewheres. All right, Deb; bring my breakfast quickly, please." "You will pardon me," said Monsieur de Boisdhyver, "for having begun without you?"
As he came up to the gallery again the Marquis paused and spoke to him. "And Mademoiselle, she has not returned?" he asked. "No!" Pembroke replied sharply. "She has gone to the House on the Dunes and her brother has driven over to fetch her." "Ah! pardon," exclaimed Monsieur de Boisdhyver; "I did not know... But it is cold for me, Monsieur Pembroke; I seek the fire." Tom did not reply.
He told me after a time that I was the daughter of his elder brother, the Marquis Francois de Boisdhyver, who in 1814 stayed here at the Inn at the Red Oak under the name of General Pointelle. I was not altogether surprised, for I have always believed that I was French by birth, and his assertion that I was his niece seemed to account for his interest in me.
The instant he enters the Inn at the Red Oak, you promise that the Marquis de Boisdhyver be released and that he be given this note from me?" "Certainly, madam." The lady took a sealed note from the pocket of her habit and handed it to Tom. "There remains, monsieur," she murmured, "but to bid you good-day. If you will be so kind "
He charged his brother to go to America, if he survived the battle; claim the little Eloise; rescue the treasure, and return with her to France and restore the fallen fortunes of the House of Boisdhyver. "It took the Marquis Marie-Anne a long time to carry out his brother's dying injunctions," said Dan. "Ah! but yes.
One of the persons whom I so suspect is yourself." "I! mon Dieu! and why is it that you believe this, Monsieur?" "I suspect you, madame, because I suspect the Marquis de Boisdhyver." "Ah! the French gentleman who is staying with you at the Inn at the Red Oak, is it not so?" "Yes." "But why me?"
He had asked no further questions about Monsieur de Boisdhyver or about his recent prisoners, but had feed Jesse liberally, and dismissed him, with his own and the Marquis's thanks. "Well," said Tom, who had returned an hour before and had been exchanging experiences with Dan, "that seems to be the end of him for the present.
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