A Sheaf of BluebellsOrczy, Emmuska Orczy, Baroness
History
A Sheaf of Bluebells
Orczy, Emmuska Orczy, Baroness
France -- History -- Consulate and First Empire, 1799-1815 -- Fiction
"Splendid! splendid!" exclaimed de Puisaye with enthusiasm. "This man is
a jewel! what say you, gentlemen?--and well deserves the money which I
have pledged mine honour to place into his hands. Ten thousand francs
for the brain that devised the scheme, a hundred francs apiece for those
who carry it through. That's it, is it not, my brave Leroux?"
"Yes, that's it," replied the ex-convict with a leer.
"Very well," concluded de Puisaye, "then we'll call that settled. All
that we need do now is to decide on the night when we do our coup."
"The sooner the better," said Leroux; "it is dangerous to leave a thing
like that hanging about. It may be blown upon at any time. I have had to
warn some of my mates that there was something in the wind. Any one of
them may be a blackleg, for aught I know."
"The man is right," said M. de Courson decisively; "delays are always
dangerous. Moreover, there is no cause for procrastination. The next
four-and-twenty hours ought to see us fully prepared."
"I shall have just to think things over," interposed de Puisaye who,
throughout his adventurous career, never failed for want of caution, but
rather from too much indecision. "In a couple of days I could name the
day--or rather the night--when I shall be quite ready--but not before."
"Surely, my dear M. de Puisaye ..." hazarded Madame la Marquise.
"Madame, I entreat you," he rejoined, "to trust to me in this. I have
to make my dispositions as carefully as may be. May I suggest that we
dismiss this man for the moment, with orders to report here for duty the
day after to-morrow?"
"I don't see why we should wait all that time," muttered Leroux.
"There are many things, no doubt, my man," said M. de Courson haughtily,
"many things in the councils of your betters that escape your
comprehension. As far as arguing goes, we none of us think of
quarrelling with the decisions of our chief. We all work for the same
cause, and you must learn obedience, the same as we have done, or," he
added significantly, "you will have to forfeit the ten thousand francs
and your own liberty, which are to be your reward if you serve us as we
desire. Now is that clearly understood?"
"But what do you want me to do, _enfin_?" growled Leroux, on whom the
magic mention of money at once acted as a sedative to his surly temper.
"We want you to go on quietly," said M. de Courson, "just as you have
done hitherto--trying to win M. de Maurel's confidence just as you
succeeded in winning that of the military overseers. It is only a matter
of a couple of days at most. Do not let more of your mates into the
secret for the present, above all, remember to report for duty here the
day after to-morrow at three o'clock in the afternoon. Now you can go."
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