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He went out in the morning, and only returned at night. He had just come in, and she could see by the light of the single candle that his face was grey and haggard, with deep lines drawn downwards from eyes to chin. Desiree's own face had lost all its roundness and the bloom of her northern girlhood. Barlasch glanced at her, and bit his lip. He had brought nothing with him.
Barlasch consented to come just within the inner door, but refused to sit at the table with Desiree. He took a piece of bread, and ate it standing. "See you," he said to her when they were left alone, "the good God has made very few mistakes, but there is one thing I would have altered.
The majority of the men were young and of a dark skin. They seemed gay, and called out salutations to which Barlasch replied curtly enough. "They are Italians," said he to his companion; "I know their talk and their manners. To you and me, who come from the North, they are like children. See that one who is dancing. It is some fete. What is to-day?" "It is New Year's Day," replied Desiree.
If he had preparations to make, Desiree had no less. She could take but little with her, and she was quitting the house which had always been her home so long as she could remember. Those trunks which Barlasch had so unhesitatingly recognized as coming from France were, it seemed, destined never to be used again.
And Rapp, doggedly fortifying his frozen city, knew that he was to hold Dantzig at any cost a remote, far-thrown outpost on the Northern sea, cut off from all help, hundreds of miles from the French frontier, nearly a thousand miles from Paris. At Marienwerder, Barlasch and Desiree found themselves in the midst of that bustle and confusion which attends the arrival or departure of an army corps.
"I saw him depart with his staff soon after daybreak. And the Emperor has forgotten Dantzig. It is safe enough for the patron now. You can write him a letter to tell him so. Tell him that I said it was safe for him to return quietly here, and live in the Frauengasse I, Barlasch."
And I have laboured somewhat in my time And not been paid profusely. When Desiree came down the next morning, she found Barlasch talking to himself and laughing as he prepared his breakfast. He met her with a gay salutation, and seemed unable to control his hilarity. "It is," he explained, "because to-night we shall be under fire. We shall be in danger. It makes me afraid, and I laugh.
There was a short silence, during which those in the kitchen listened breathlessly. A shuffling sound inside the door made the officer of the law turn and beckon to his two men to come closer. Then, after some fumbling, as of one in the dark, the door was unlocked and slowly opened. Papa Barlasch stood in a very primitive night-apparel within the door.
'Go down into the valley and get shot, he says. And bon jour! we go. No no. He has no news, my poor comrade." They were at the inn now, and found the huge yard still packed with sleighs and disabled carriages, and the stables ostentatiously empty. "Go in," said Barlasch; "and tell them who your father is say Antoine Sebastian and nothing else.
"Do as I tell you," repeated de Casimir, angrily, "or I shall put you under arrest. Go and fetch men to help me to extinguish this fire." By way of reply, Barlasch held up one finger in a childlike gesture of attention to some distant sound. "No, thank you," he said, coolly, "not for me. Discipline, mon colonel, discipline.
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