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
"We'll have to be very careful," he said; "something of our project is
known to de Maurel. I'd stake my life on it."
The flush of anger of a while ago fled from Madame's cheeks, but
otherwise nothing in her attitude betrayed to this boor the slightest
sign of fear on her part.
"What makes you think that?" she asked coolly, as she took a seat in a
high-backed chair, and graciously waved her hand to Leroux in token that
he, too, might sit down.
"Yesterday I wanted to come here and speak with you about one or two
matters," replied the man, "when I met the Marechal upon the high road."
"The Marechal?" queried Madame, with a supercilious lift of the
eyebrows.
"Why, yes! Our General is Marshal of France now," said Leroux with a
sneer. "He gained his baton fighting against the Prussians, so I've been
told."
"All of which is of no consequence, my man," broke in Madame
impatiently. "We have no time to waste this morning, and you were
telling me that you met M. le Comte de Maurel when you were on your way
hither."
"I did," rejoined Leroux sullenly.
"And what did he say?"
"He asked me where I was going."
"And...?"
"I told him that I was free to come and go as I pleased, seeing that I
was chief overseer of the factory now."
"It was very imprudent to give your present master such an impertinent
answer," said Madame peremptorily. "You were expressly ordered to curb
your temper and to gain M. de Maurel's confidence as far as lay in your
power."
"I did curb my temper," rejoined the man. "And I did not give him an
impertinent answer. I spoke as if I had honey in my mouth. I am merely
telling you the drift of what I said. My actual words were cringing
enough."
"Very well, then, what happened after that?"
"The Marechal told me that though the military representatives had
appointed me chief overseer, he himself had not confirmed that
appointment, nor would he confirm it, he said, till I showed myself
really worthy of his confidence. He didn't say much, for he is never
over talkative with any of us. But he looked me through and through in a
way that I didn't like."
"Never mind how he looked. Did he say anything else?"
"Yes. He told me that he expressly forbade every one of his men to have
any intercourse with the chateau, and that I was distinctly to
understand that he forbade me most strictly to come to the chateau, or
to hold converse with any of its inmates."
Madame bit her lip and her slender white fingers beat an impatient
tattoo upon the desk beside her. But she said quite unconcernedly:
"Was that all?"
"Yes, that was all. But I thought it best not to come yesterday. To-day
I had to come, because we absolutely must do the work to-night--even
to-morrow might be too late. I am certain that I am being watched;
every hour's delay means danger of discovery. You should have taken my
advice and done the trick two days ago; it would all be over by now...."
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