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We had not a dry eye among us when we had read it. We all agreed that monseigneur must be one of the best men in all the world, so generous and tender-hearted too." The woodman stopped, for he could not but notice the pained expression that came over Isidore's face, and betrayed the conflict of emotions going on within him. "Yes, I too thought so once, but that is over," said Isidore.
General excitement followed, all the healthy pilgrims rose up to look, and it occurred to Madame de Jonquiere to call to Marthe, Brother Isidore's sister, and tell her to tap the man's hands. "Question him," she added; "ask what ails him." Marthe drew near, shook the man, and questioned him. But instead of an answer only a rattle came from his throat, and his eyes remained closed.
Then, as they neared the shore, Isidore's ears were greeted by a well-known and most welcome sound the challenge of a French sentinel. They had come upon the detachment sent out from Fort Chambly. Great was the surprise of the French officer, who was in command of the little force, on seeing his friend Isidore at such a time and place and in such company.
General excitement followed, all the healthy pilgrims rose up to look, and it occurred to Madame de Jonquiere to call to Marthe, Brother Isidore's sister, and tell her to tap the man's hands. "Question him," she added; "ask what ails him." Marthe drew near, shook the man, and questioned him. But instead of an answer only a rattle came from his throat, and his eyes remained closed.
It is not much that the English Government does for science or literature; but if Eugene O'Curry, from a chair of Celtic at Oxford, had appealed to the Government to get him copies or the originals of the Celtic treasures in the Burgundian Library at Brussels, or in the library of St. Isidore's College at Rome, even the English Government could not well have refused him.
All the hints she dropped, all the details she gave, went unconsciously to prove, to my thinking, that M. Isidore's homage was offered with great delicacy and respect. I informed her very plainly that I believed him much too good for her, and intimated with equal plainness my impression that she was but a vain coquette.
After passing the night in religious exercises, he died on the day after the battle, and was buried in the garden of the Ursuline Convent, in a cavity made by the bursting of a shell a fitting grave for such a warrior. Almost the last to retreat within the ramparts of the citadel were a score or so of veterans belonging to Isidore's former regiment.
Isidore's wound did not prove serious, and in the course of a fortnight he had nearly recovered from its effects, but he had mentioned it in a letter to his father, and the consequence was an urgent injunction, almost amounting to an order, that he should at once return home.
He had done it on the spur of the moment, with the idea that he would save Webber from a total loss, and thereby save Miss M'Gann. He felt partly responsible, too; for if he had not lingered at St. Isidore's yesterday, he could have delivered the order before the reaction had set in. He wondered, however, at his ready promise to find the thousand dollars for the extra margin.
General excitement followed, all the healthy pilgrims rose up to look, and it occurred to Madame de Jonquiere to call to Marthe, Brother Isidore's sister, and tell her to tap the man's hands. "Question him," she added; "ask what ails him." Marthe drew near, shook the man, and questioned him. But instead of an answer only a rattle came from his throat, and his eyes remained closed.
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