A Tatter of Scarlet: Adventurous Episodes of the Commune in the Midi 1871Crockett, S. R. (Samuel Rutherford)
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A Tatter of Scarlet: Adventurous Episodes of the Commune in the Midi 1871
Crockett, S. R. (Samuel Rutherford)
Adventure stories; Franco-Prussian War, 1870-1871 -- Fiction; Scots -- France -- Fiction
Bless her! She might have started next morning if she had been set upon
the matter! That is, so far as Keller and Linn were concerned.
Afterwards while we were walking home Hugh looked edgeways at me.
"Angus," said he gravely, "I should not like to have your
responsibility. Are you sure that she will take to the family at Chateau
Schneider? Or they to her? We are rather a handful, you know, and
she--well, she is not exactly ordinary."
"As to that I don't know," I said sharply, for I did not like to hear my
darling project decried or even suspected, "and what is more, I don't
care. The garden and the Garden Cottage at Gobelet are large enough and
safe enough."
"Pardon," he retorted, more unpleasantly than he had ever spoken to me.
"I was under the impression that Alida was going to Aramon for society."
"Well, and suppose she finds it without crossing the bridge--what then?"
"Oh, nothing," he said, "I was only considering what you meant to do for
yourself in the way of a career!"
CHAPTER XIX
KELLER BEY COMES TO ARAMON
Keller Bey came to Aramon ten days after the time of our return. Before
letting us go Alida decided that I must write her every day, and Hugh
once a week. She had never seen a line from either, but she judged from
our faculty of conversation--often quite a false test, as witness Cowper
and Gray.
For the details of that first visit of Keller to Aramon I must have
recourse to the daily letters which I wrote at that time to Alida.
_Monday, February_--, 1871.
"NOBLE AND SWEET,--
"The Bey came last night into the station of
Aramon-les-Ateliers, where Hugh and I met him. A
manifestation of the Internationale was crowding the
platform to welcome some delegate who was to address the
companions in their hall. I could see the old soldier quiver
at the sight of the red flags they carried. If the St. Andre
diligence had not been waiting at the station portico, I
hardly think we could have persuaded him to go on. Any
opposition to the tricolour, which he hates with the hatred
of an old Atlas fighter, appears to excite him. We shall
have trouble with him at Aramon if events thicken as they
seem to be doing.
"But for the time being, everything marched as to music. The
Bey was installed beside me, and Hugh very considerately
took his leave. I am sending him over a message to-day
telling him how matters fell out. The view from the bridge
enchanted Keller. Aramon the Elder was rich with sunset
glow--'a rose-red city half as old as time,' with the tall
Montmorency keep standing up from its rock as firm and proud
as the day it was finished five centuries ago.
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