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Updated: May 15, 2025
Given, then, a defeat of the Court party in the struggle that was preparing, the position in Paris of Mme. de Plougastel could not be other than fraught with danger, and that danger would be shared by any guest of birth at her hotel. M. de Kercadiou's affection for both those women quickened the fears aroused in him by Rougane's warning.
I can procure her removal from Paris without self-reproach, convinced that I am doing nothing that any one could censure, or that might become the subject of enquiries. But Mme. de Plougastel is the wife of M. le Comte de Plougastel, whom all the world knows to be an agent between the Court and the emigres." "That is no fault of hers," cried M. de Kercadiou through his consternation. "Agreed.
In that moment, with a long shuddering sigh Aline sank swooning to the carriage floor behind Mme. de Plougastel. By fast driving Andre-Louis had reached the ground some minutes ahead of time, notwithstanding the slight delay in setting out.
"The reason, my boy, is that you were born some three years after your mother's marriage with M. de Plougastel, some eighteen months after M. de Plougastel had been away with the army, and some four months before his return to his wife. It is a matter that M. de Plougastel has never suspected, and for gravest family reasons must never suspect. That is why the utmost secrecy has been preserved.
And now you understand how it was that he was the first to return, and that seeing him thus returning, apparently safe and sound, the two ladies, intent upon preventing the encounter, should have assumed that their worst fears were realized. Mme. de Plougastel attempted to call out, but her voice refused its office.
Wildest rumours flew in all directions, and some of them found their way through the servants to the Hotel Plougastel, of that terrible fight for the palace which was to end in the purposeless massacre of all those whom the invertebrate monarch abandoned there, whilst placing himself and his family under the protection of the Assembly.
Consider, monsieur, this gathering this family gathering here to-night, whilst out there... O my God, let us make an end! Let us go our ways and write 'finis' to this horrible chapter of our lives." M. le La Tour considered him gravely, sadly, in silence for a moment. "Perhaps it is best," he said, at length, in a small voice. He turned to Mme. de Plougastel.
His coat was rent across the back, his neckcloth and the ruffles at his wrists were torn and bloodstained; with his smeared face and disordered headdress he was terrible to behold. Yet he contrived to carry himself with his habitual easy assurance, remembered to kiss the trembling hand which Mme. de Plougastel extended to him in welcome. "You did well to come to me, Gervais," she said.
Andre, my boy..." He paused again, a man afraid. He set a hand on his godson's shoulder, and to his increasing amazement Andre-Louis perceived that over those pale, short-sighted eyes there was a film of tears. "Mme. de Plougastel is your mother." Followed, for a long moment, utter silence. This thing that he was told was not immediately understood.
Similarly Mme. de Plougastel had never realized nor did she realize now for Aline did not trouble fully to enlighten her that the hostility between the two men was other than political, the quarrel other than that which already had taken Andre-Louis to the Bois on every day of the preceding week.
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