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And leaving the other staggered and confused by this sudden blow, he retired into Dujardin's tent, and finding writing materials on a little table that was there, sat down to pen a line to Josephine. Camille knew to whom he was writing, and a jealous pang passed through him. What he wrote ran thus, "A bastion is to be attacked at five. I command.
Then she touched Madame Dujardin's sleeve timidly. "Is it all true?" she said. "Shan't we wake up and have to go somewhere else pretty soon?" "No, dear," said Madame Dujardin gently. "You are going to stay right here now and be happy." "It will be a very nice place for Mother to find us in," said Jan. "She will come pretty soon now, I should think."
The ladies managed to keep their countenances, but Dujardin's discomfiture was evident. He looked piteously at Josephine, and then asked Aubertin if they were to set him down anywhere in particular. "Oh, no; I am going with you to Frejus," was the quiet reply. Josephine quaked. Camille was devoured with secret rage: he lashed the horse and away they went. It was a silent party.
Colonel Dujardin's mine was far advanced; the end of the chamber was within a few yards of the bastion. Of late, the colonel had often visited this mine in person. He seemed a little uneasy about something in that quarter; but no one knew what: he was a silent man.
I even beg you to say, as from me, that the assault will be mere suicide bloody and useless." General Raimbaut went off to headquarters in some haste, a thorough convert to Colonel Dujardin's opinion. Meantime the colonel went slowly to his tent. At the mouth of it a corporal, who was also his body-servant, met him, saluted, and asked respectfully if there were any orders.
Dujardin's generosity was up in arms; he followed Raynal, and said eagerly, "Raynal, for Heaven's sake resign this command!" "Allow me to write to my wife, colonel," was the cold reply. Camille winced at this affront, and drew back a moment; but his nobler part prevailed. He seized Raynal by the wrist. "You shall not affront me, you cannot affront me.
Our colonel knew too well those sounds: the next parallel had been surprised, and the Prussian bayonet was now silently at work. Disguise was now impossible. At the first shot, a guttural voice in front of Dujardin's men was heard to give a word of command. There was a sharp rattle and in a moment the thick black line was tipped with glittering steel.
"Unhappy young lady," said he, "did you think you had deceived me, or that you are fit to deceive any but the blind? Your face, your anguish after Colonel Dujardin's departure, your languor, and then your sudden robustness, your appetite, your caprices, your strange sojourn at Frejus, your changed looks and loss of health on your return!
"You are quite sure the bastion is mined, comrade?" This unexpected word and Raynal's gentle appeal touched Dujardin deeply. It was in a broken voice he replied that he was unfortunately too sure of it. Raynal received this reply as a sentence of death, and without another word walked slowly into Dujardin's tent.
"You thought I was in Egypt," said Raynal with grim significance that caught Dujardin's attention, though he did not know quite how to interpret it. He answered mechanically, "Yes, I did." "I am sent here by General Bonaparte to take a command," explained Raynal. "You are welcome. What command?" "Yours." "Mine?" cried Dujardin, his forehead flushing with mortification and anger.
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