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D'Aumale and Montpensier were still gay young bachelors, and well would it have been for the welfare of the Orleans family and the credit of Louis Philippe if one of them had remained so. There was a widow as well as a bride in the house. There were the cherished memories of a dearly-prized lost son and daughter to touch with tender sorrow its blithest moments and lightest words.
Philippe, who dabbled in them, was arrested, and then released for want of proof; but the minister of war cut short his half-pay by putting him on the active list, a step which might be called a form of discipline. France was no longer safe; Philippe was liable to fall into some trap laid for him by spies, provocative agents, as they were called, being much talked of in those days.
"It is the retreat of the rear-guard!" cried the major. "All hope is gone!" "I have saved your carriage, Philippe," said a friendly voice. Turning round, de Sucy recognized the young aide-de-camp in the flaring of the flames. "Ah! all is lost!" replied the major, "they have eaten my horse; and how can I make this stupid general and his wife walk?" "Take a brand from the fire and threaten them."
Louis XVI. has been guillotined, Napoleon I. exiled, Charles X. dismissed, Louis Philippe and Napoleon III. replaced without their leave by a new form of government.
"In the first place you will not marry Lieutenant Rutter; and in the second place have you heard that the Comte de St. Jean was taken prisoner at Verdun?" "Philippe. Oh, monsieur, where is he?" The girl threw herself on her knees before him. "I implore you he is my only brother." "Indeed. Well, if you ever desire to see him again you will carry out my suggestion.
They lodged in the aghas' odd palaces, large white windowless farmhouses, where they found, pell-mell, narghilehs and mahogany furniture, Smyrna carpets and moderator lamps, cedar coffers full of Turkish sequins, and French statuette-decked clocks in the Louis Philippe style.
"It is a relic of Sainte Solange, the patron saint of Berry," she said, "I saved it during the Revolution; wear it on your breast to-morrow." "Will it protect me from a sabre-thrust?" asked Philippe. "Yes," replied the old lady. "Then I have no right to wear that accoutrement any more than if it were a cuirass," cried Agathe's son. "What does he mean?" said Madame Hochon.
Not finding her he whistled. When his darling came to him, he took her on his arm; they walked together thus for the first time, and he led her within a group of trees, the autumn foliage of which was dropping to the breeze. The colonel sat down. Of her own accord Stephanie placed herself on his knee. Philippe trembled with joy. "Love," he said, kissing her hands passionately, "I am Philippe."
"I know that, Philippe, but I love her all the same." "Well, I have sworn by the soul of my mother, who is your own sister," continued Philippe, "to make your Rabouilleuse as supple as my glove, and the same as she was before that scoundrel, who is unworthy to have served in the Imperial Guard, ever came to quarter himself in your house." "Ah! if you could do that! " said the old man.
When, at the end of a month, Philippe seemed to be convalescent, his mother coldly explained to him that the costs of his illness had taken all her ready money, that she should be obliged in future to work for her living, and she urged him, with the utmost kindness, to re-enter the army and support himself.
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