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Updated: June 13, 2025
Genis, whose nerves were still jarred with all that he had gone through to-day and irritated by Crystal's assiduity beside the sick man, resented that last look of farewell which de Marmont dared to throw upon the woman whom he loved.
For the past three months she had constantly been at war with her own self for this: she hated and despised herself for that numbness of the heart which had so unaccountably taken all the zest and the joy out of her life. Does one love one day and become indifferent the next? What had become of the girlish love that had invested Maurice de St. Genis with the attributes of a hero?
Putting the question aside of your abominable theft, you have committed an outrage against people whom I honour, and against the woman whom I love." "Nor do I propose to give you any explanation, M. de St. Genis," retorted Clyffurde, who still spoke quite quietly and evenly.
While Crystal stood at her post, Mme. la Duchesse cool and practical found her way firstly to M. le Comte, then to the coachman and postillions, and ordering Jeanne to help her, she succeeded in freeing the men from their bonds. Then calling to one of them to precede her with a lanthorn, she started on the quest for Maurice de St. Genis.
Genis through set teeth, for his heart was filled with wrath and shame at the defection of his men, "the gunners have declared that if the officers shoot, the men will shatter them to pieces with their own batteries." The crowds outside the gate itself are swelling visibly. They press in from every side toward the city loudly demanding the surrender of the town.
The worthy General did not belie his name, I assure you, he looked mightily scared when he recognised Emery." "He was alone with his aide-de-camp and in his coach," retorted St. Genis, "whilst that traitor Emery, you and your friend Mr. Clyffurde were on horseback you gave him the slip easily enough." "That's true, of course," said de Marmont simply. "Well, shall we go, my dear Clyffurde?"
One or two of the royalist officers have succeeded in massing together some two or three hundred men out of several regiments who appear to be determined to remain loyal. St. Genis is not among these: his men had been among the first to cry "Vive l'Empereur!" when ordered to fire on the brigand and his hordes. They had even gone so far as to threaten their officers' lives.
St. Genis smothered a violent oath, but he said nothing more. He was satisfied with what he had done. He knew that women liked a masterful man and he meant every word which he said. He would not give her up .
"But even you, my dear sister, must admit that a marriage with St. Genis was out of the question," retorted the Count in his turn with some acerbity. "I am very fond of Maurice and his name is as old and great as ours, but he hasn't a sou, and you know as well as I do by now that the restoration of confiscated lands is out of the question .
"I will not permit you, Sir," he broke in firmly, "to speak a single word other than a plain denial of M. de St. Genis' accusations against you." Then as Clyffurde relapsed into silence, M. le Comte continued with haughty peremptoriness: "A plain 'yes' or 'no' will suffice, Sir.
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