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With that he announced his intention of going North, and so briskly did he cause them to ride, that by noon a short three hours after quitting Boisvert they had covered a distance of twenty-five miles, and brought up their steaming horses before the Hotel de Flandres at Leuze.
The first of these was he whose gentle voice La Boulaye had recognised old M. des Cadoux, the friend of the Marquis de Bellecour. His companion, to the Deputy's vast surprise, was none other than the bearded courier who had that morning delivered him at Boisvert the letter from Robespierre. What did these two together, and upon such manifest terms of equality?
From Leuze to Soignies is a distance of some eight or nine leagues by a road which may roughly be said to be the basis of a triangle having its apex at Boisvert. After his men had hurriedly refreshed themselves, La Boulaye ordered them to horse again, and they now cantered out, along this road, to Soignes.
And yet, for all that he reasoned thus speciously and philosophically, there was a moment when his brow grew clouded and his eyes lost their sparkle. He was thinking of that night in the inn at Boisvert, when he had knelt beside her and she had lied to him.
"You may judge of my honesty, and of how fully sensible I was of the trust I had undertaken, when I tell you that with my own hand I delivered the letter this morning to that animal La Boulaye at Boisvert." He seemed to swell with pride in his achievement. "Diable!" he continued. "Mine was a fine piece of acting. I would you could have seen me play the part of the patriot.
I almost wish that I could undo it, and go back to that little room at Boisvert the prisoner of that fearful man, Tardivet, or else that " Again she paused, and the Marquise turned towards her with a gasp. "Or else that what?" she demanded. "Ma foi, it only remains that you should wish you had kept your promise to this scum." "I almost wish it, Madame. I pledged my word to him."
"Of nothing in particular, Madame," the girl answered patiently. The Marquise sniffed contemptuously, and glanced through the window of the coach upon the dreary, rain sodden landscape. "Do you call the sometime secretary Citizen-cutthroat La Boulaye, nothing in particular?" she asked. "Ma foi! I wonder that you do not die of self-contempt after what passed between you at Boisvert."
La Boulaye, his mission satisfactorily discharged, turned homewards once more, and with an escort of six men and a corporal he swiftly retraced his steps through that blackened, war-ravaged country. They had slept a night at Mons, and they were within a short three leagues of French soil when they chanced to ride towards noon into the little hamlet of Boisvert.
Who are you?" demanded Ombreval advancing a step. With his sleeve La Boulaye rubbed part of the disfiguring smear from his face as he stood up and made answer coolly: "I am that dirt of a Deputy whom you befooled at Boisvert." Then, raising his voice, "Garin!" he shouted, and immediately the door opened and the soldiers filed in.
Tardivet stood a moment within the doorway, staring at the Deputy. Then his brow cleared, and with a laugh, at once of welcome and amusement, he strode forward and put out his hand. "My good Caron!" he cried. "To meet you at Boisvert is a pleasure I had not looked for." "Are you so very sure," asked La Boulaye sardonically, as he took the outstretched hand, "that it is a pleasure?"
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