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"And she does not suspect anything?" "Nothing." "Well, I am curious to see the little one; let us call Aube, he can show his singer to us." "Gentlemen, no folly," warned Velletri, "we are not in the Palais Royal here, and in some things the mob does not see any fun." "I will attend to the people downstairs," said Arthur, while the vicomte rang loudly.
Aube now began to push back the iron bolt of the street door, and when it opened several policemen and an inspector entered. "I must say, Monsieur Aube," cried the inspector angrily, "you took a long time to obey his majesty's order." "But at this time of night," stammered Aube. "What are you looking for, inspector?" "Ask rather whom I am looking for?" retorted the inspector.
"Did not Monsieur Aube give you a letter for me?" she asked, still hesitating. "No, mademoiselle. Do you mistrust me?" "I did not say that, but I cannot decide so hastily. I will be at the Golden Calf in a little while, and give the gentleman my answer." "Mademoiselle, tell me at once that you don't care to go, and I will get the man without arms, who will do just as well.
A huntsman does not take such minute precautions with his weapon to kill small game, neither does he use, in the department of the Aube, a heavy rifled carbine. "Shall you kill a roe-buck, Michu?" said his handsome young wife, trying to assume a laughing air.
In that of Napoleon at Brienne, and farther down the valley at the village of La Rothiere, on this side of the Aube, the camp- fires of the night were flickering in the gray morning, and far away on the horizon were seen the dark outlines of the castle of Brienne.
A crowd of guests had gathered about Arthur and the landlord, and while a barber tried to stanch the still bleeding wound, Montferrand bitterly said: "One of the scoundrels bears a noble old name. Shame over the nobility of France that it tolerates a Talizac and Fougereuse in its ranks." "Who speaks of Talizac and Fougereuse?" cried a fresh voice, and a very handsome man approached Monsieur Aube.
"Don't meddle in what does not concern you." Furious at being thus braved in his own establishment, Aubé thrust the men aside, but was driven back by repeated blows. He turned to his customers. "Gentlemen!" he cried, "they are insulting a poor girl up-stairs. Help me to save her; it is the Marquise the singer!" A number of men started up at this appeal.
Even if the other two were drunk, the Italian was sober; and so the host finally said: "I will send the little one." As the landlord entered the hall, Louison was just going about and collecting. The crop was a rich one, and with sparkling eyes the songstress returned to her place, to give a few more songs, when Aube drew her into a corner.
During this interval, a man named Ansart, a land owner at Anglure, mounted his horse, and hurried at the utmost speed to Sezanne in order to inform the marshal that the enemy were pursued by the Emperor, and about to cross the Aube. Having reached the Duke, and seeing that the corps he commanded was not taking the road to Anglure, he hastened to speak.
The son of the Marquis of Montferrand. The inspector would have preferred just now to hide himself in a corner. He stammered apology upon apology, and then in an embarrassed way muttered: "I have got a painful mission. I am to look for a 'suspect' in this house." "A 'suspect'?" whispered Aube, anxiously. "Yes; conspirators who threaten the sacred person of the king."
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