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He was received with every demonstration of affection, and made the worst possible use of his advantages. After spending all the ready money which the poor woman had, he proceeded to Vezin, where he was recognised by his family, although he pretended to be a stranger.
The sun had set behind the towers of the old cathedral and the darkness rose up from the plain and enveloped them. The music of the band had ceased. The leaves of the plane trees hung motionless, but the chill of the autumn evening rose about them and made Vezin shiver. There was no sound but the sound of their voices and the occasional soft rustle of the girl's dress.
The chances of a roving life have brought some slight addition to the evidence. Stopping over a boat at Dieppe, a few summers ago, I happened to see my good friend Mme. Vezin registered at the Casino, where I recognised an acquaintance or two. That decided me to spend the night and call at her villa.
The Admiral answered by this definition: "It is a small matter." M. Vézin added, "He wishes History to call him 'Sire." "Poor Sire, then," said M. de Camas de la Guibourgère. M. Odilon Barrot exclaimed, "What a fatality, that we should have been condemned to employ this man!" This said, these heights attained, political philosophy was exhausted, and they ceased talking.
And from the shadows of the old buildings into which she disappeared there rose in the stillness of the night a singular, long-drawn cry, which at first he took for laughter, but which later he was sure he recognised as the almost human wailing of a cat. For a long time Vezin leant there against the wall, alone with his surging thoughts and emotions.
Chicot, my friend, do not laugh too much at the poor Béarnais, your compatriot and friend. If I am afraid and you find it out, tell no one." "If you are afraid?" "Yes." "Are you, then, afraid of being afraid?" "I am." "But then, ventre de biche, why the devil do you undertake such a thing?" "I must." "M. de Vezin is a terrible person." "I know it well." "Who gives quarter to no one."
Yet there could be no question that something did actually happen to little Arthur Vezin, something of the curious nature he described to Dr. Silence.
"Absolutely nothing," said Vezin; "but you know it was all so fantastical and charming that my imagination was profoundly impressed. Perhaps, too," he continued, gently explanatory, "it was this stirring of my imagination that caused other impressions; for, as I walked back, the spell of the place began to steal over me in a dozen ways, though all intelligible ways.
The whirl of the stars was about him; once more he met the magic of the moon. Then, suddenly, all became hushed and still, and the fever died down a little in his heart. The calm moonlight flooded a courtyard empty and deserted. They had started. The procession was off into the sky. And he was left behind alone. Vezin tiptoed softly across the room and unlocked the door.
The soldiers of M. de Vezin now tried to dislodge Henri and his advanced guards, who received them sword in hand; but the besieged were the strongest, and succeeded in forcing Henri and his troops back beyond the fosse. "Ventre St. Gris!" cried the king, "I believe my flag retreats; I must carry it myself."
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