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"Yes, Joe, you shall guide us; for now I have got something to say such a wonderful, wonderful thing, Joe dear." Then Cecile related all about her strange dream, all about Pericard taking them to the Faubourg St.
But Pericard, not understanding a single word of English, only laughed, and placidly continued his amusement. Suddenly a thought came to Cecile: "Pericard," she said, "Faubourg St. Pericard nodded, and looked intelligent. "Oui," he answered, "Faubourg St. Cecile then got up, took his hand, and pointed first to the window then to the door.
Cecile felt a strange fluttering at her heart; the place was so large, the streets so interminable. Where, how, should she find the lady with the English name? Pericard was now of no further use. He must follow where she led. She walked on, her steps flagging despondency growing at her heart. Was her dream then not real after all? Ah, yes! it must, it must be a Heaven-sent warning.
After having delivered this little speech in French, Pericard turned a rusty key in a lock behind the children, then let himself out by an underground passage directly into the street. "Now, Joe," said Cecile, coming up at once to where the poor boy was standing, "we are safe here, safe for a little. What is the matter? What is wrong, dear Joe?"
Think of Lieutenant Pericard who in a trench full of corpses at Bois-brule cried, suddenly entranced, in a loud voice, "Debout les morts!" and in a moment, as it were, the souls of their dead comrades were around his men, inspiring them to victory. France never doubted the conclusion; and the conclusion was never doubtful. We have spoken of `glory, but the day of ` la gloire has departed.
I must speak to you, and he'll be back in half an hour. I must speak to you, Cecile, before he comes back." "Let's run away," said Cecile promptly. "Let's run away at once before he comes again. There must be lots of hiding places in Paris. Oh! here's Pericard. Pericard, I know, is faithful. You ask Pericard to hide us, Joe. To hide us at once before Anton comes back."
Now, indeed, was Pericard happy. He nodded most vigorously to Cecile. He showed her his three francs. He tossed them in the air. He spun them before him on the dirty road. It seemed wonderful that he did not lose his treasures. Finally, after indulging in about six somersaults in succession, he deposited the coins in his mouth, and became grave after his own fashion again.
It was a large place, and also a very poor neighborhood. Having arrived at their destination. Pericard pointed to the name on a lamp-post, spreading out his arms with a significant gesture; then, letting them drop to his sides, stood still. His object was accomplished. He now waited impatiently for the moment when they might begin their feast.
Through his father, Hugues de Laval, Seigneur of Montigny, Montbeaudry, Alaincourt and Revercourt, the future Bishop of Quebec traced his descent from Count Guy de Laval, younger son of the constable Mathieu de Montmorency, and through his mother, Michelle de Péricard, he belonged to a family of hereditary officers of the Crown, which was well-known in Normandy, and gave to the Church a goodly number of prelates.
He barked, however, loudly, and ran about, and so kept them from absolutely attacking the children. By this, however, he exposed them to another danger, for his noise must soon have been heard in the street above, and it was well for them that the cellar in which they were hiding was not in the same house with Anton. It was, as I said, quite late at night when Pericard arrived.
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