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Besides, it was one of those adventures he was always seeking, at once dangerous and picturesque, an opportunity of pitting his life against men who cared little for their own, and probably less for his. Roland had no conception of Morgan's safe-guard which had twice protected him from danger once on the night he had watched at the Chartreuse, and again when he had fought against Cadoudal.

Confusion was as much the object of the party of order as it was that of the party of disorder. Men of all ranks, opinions, parties, and conditions were among the conspirators of those days, or in some way encouraged the conspirators, from Cadoudal, a hero of the Vendée, to Moreau, the hero of the Black Forest and Hohenlinden.

"After what I have seen, sir, I doubt if you ever have need of me," said Roland; "but in any case remember that you have a friend near the First Consul." And he held out his hand to Cadoudal. The royalist took it with the same frankness and freedom he had shown before the battle. "Farewell, Monsieur de Montrevel," said he, "I need not ask you to justify General Hatry.

I am your prisoner." "I can't make the First Consul's ambassador a prisoner," replied Cadoudal, laughing, "but I can ask him to do me a service." "Command me, general." "I need a hospital for the wounded, and a prison for prisoners; will you take the Republican soldiers, wounded and prisoners, back to Vannes." "What do you mean, general?" exclaimed Roland.

I was greatly embarrassed, for what Father Goulden said seemed to me to be right, and he, seeing this, said: "I understand the love of young people, Mother Grédel, but we must not use such means to induce a young man to sacrifice what he thinks is right. If Joseph does not hold the same opinion as I do of Pichegru and Moreau and Cadoudal, very well, let him go to the procession.

Husband and wife are now watching at the window. The good Fieldens, with a coach full of children, are expected, every moment, on a week's visit at least. In the cafe in the Boulevard du Temple sit Pierre Guillot, the Chouan, and another of the old band of brigands whom George Cadoudal had mustered in Paris.

Roland seemed to hesitate for a moment whether to follow him or not; then, as if resolving to accomplish a duty, he said: "I will go to the end." Spurring his horse in the direction taken by Cadoudal he reached the Chouan leader in a few strides.

The opportunity seemed favourable, and it formed in London, with the assent of the British cabinet, a conspiracy headed by Pichegru and Georges Cadoudal. The conspirators disembarked secretly on the coast of France, and repaired with the same secrecy to Paris. They communicated with general Moreau, who had been induced by his wife to embrace the royalist party.

"Oh! you shall know all, colonel; I have no secrets from you." Then, turning to the little group, Cadoudal called: "Coeur-de-Roi!" The man with the stripes on his sleeves left the group, and came to Cadoudal. "Did you call me, general?" asked the pretended sergeant. "Yes, I want to know your plan." "Oh! general, it is very simple." "Let me judge of that."

"You know it; let Cadoudal know it, and take measures." Just then the music ceased; the hum of the dancers died away; complete silence prevailed; and, in the midst of this silence, four names were pronounced in a sonorous and emphatic voice. These four names were Morgan, Montbar, Adler and d'Assas.