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That fateful solitude, added to a keen winter's wind, appeared to Sulpice to be a cruel abandonment and an act of cowardice. Two men followed the cortége of that maker of men! "Follow journalism and you make the fame of others," said Vaudrey, shaking his head. "After all," answered Garnier, "there are dupes in every trade, and they are necessarily the most honest."
He had taken to Marianne a huge bouquet of fresh flowers gathered in the park at Guise for Madame Vaudrey by Monsieur Delair's two daughters. That appeared to him to be quite natural. Marianne, who was waiting for him, put the flowers in the Japanese vases and said to him as she threw her bare arms around him: "Very good! You thought of me!
I have perpetrated the folly of ordering all these things for which I am now indebted and which must be paid for at once, and now I am about to be sued. There! you were determined to urge me to confess all that Such are my worries and they are not yours, so I ask your pardon, my dear Vaudrey: so let us talk of something else. Well! how did the Fraynais interpellation turn out?
Monsieur de Rosas will not abuse it. Isn't that so, Monsieur le Duc?" Rosas bowed; Vaudrey was growing impatient. "Madame Vaudrey will, of course, be delighted at this appointment, Monsieur le Ministre?" continued Marianne.
"Madame Vaudrey?" "Yes! Very charming, isn't she?" "Ravishingly pretty! Fresh-looking!" Then in lowered tone: "Too fresh!" "Rather provincial!" And one voice replied, in an ironical, apologetic tone: "Bless me, my dear, nothing dashing! Hair and complexion peculiarly her own! So much the better." Notwithstanding the low tone of this conversation, Marianne heard it all.
Vaudrey, however, more ambitious to do good than to obtain power, and spending his life in the conflicts of the Chamber, saw the years slipping away without realizing that he was making any progress, not a single step forward in the direction of his goal.
She had never dreamed of his reaching such heights as these on that day when she felt the fingers of her fiancé trembling in her hand, the day that Sulpice had whispered the words in her ear which made her heart leap with joy: "I love you, Adrienne, I shall always love you Always!" Sulpice Vaudrey had married Adrienne for love.
Well! if you cannot pay it, my dear, I will advise I will seek " There was nothing to seek. Vaudrey would evidently get himself out of the affair but the document matured at an unfortunate time. He did not dare to mortgage La Saulière, his farm at Saint-Laurent-du-Pont. He had reflected that Adrienne might learn all about it. And then Marianne broke in upon his confidences.
"A great injustice has been done," cried Danton, "to the innocent and helpless. I ask the lives of Henriette Girard and Citizen de Vaudrey!" The judges did not need to answer. A savage cry of "No! No!" swelled from the infuriated "Mountain." The sansculottes half rose from their benches, shaking minatory fists, yelling, gesticulating. Faces were contorted in fury.
Vaudrey saw, as he glanced between the copsewood, now growing green, only a few isolated pedestrians, some English governesses in charge of scampering children, the dark green uniform of a guard or the blue blouse of a man who trimmed the trees.
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