One in a Thousand; or, The Days of Henri QuatreJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
History
One in a Thousand; or, The Days of Henri Quatre
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
France -- History -- Henry IV, 1589-1610 -- Fiction
Thus saying, he followed Beatrice to the side of the carriage or
rather _chaise-roulante_, and having assisted her and Eugenie in, took
his seat in one of the boots. The lackey, who had waited with the
carriage, now closed the leathern curtain, which served the purpose of
a door, and then springing up beside the driver, who sat ready in his
seat, gave the signal for putting the whole in motion. The short whip
cracked, the two strong horses darted forward, and, after drawing to
its full extension the complication of ropes, leather straps, and iron
rings, which formed the harness, started the heavy carriage from the
spot where it rested in the full force of its _vis inertiæ_; and in a
moment, Eugenie, with a heart palpitating with joy, felt herself
rolling away from the gates of Paris, over roads which were rough,
indeed, with the recent passage of waggons and artillery, but every
step of which seemed to her hopes to conduct to safety and to peace.
For her part, Beatrice cast herself back in the carriage; her
lightness, her gaiety, her air of daring passed away; and for some
minutes she remained with her hands clasped over her eyes, as if
exhausted with all the exertion she had made. When she looked up, she
was still grave, and there was a languor about her which spoke plainly
that all the ease, and the courage, and the unconcernedness which she
had displayed through the difficult scenes just passed, had been, in
fact, the triumph of a ready and determined mind over the weakness of
a frame as delicate as that of the most timid of her sex.
"We are safe, Eugenie!" she said, "we are safe! and now give me
credit. Have I not played my part well? But it has almost been too
much for me. When by myself I can go through anything, but I was
alarmed and agitated for you; I feared not only lest you would be
overtaken, but lest you should sink under the trial. But now I trust
you are safe, dear Eugenie, for these horses go fast. We have nearly
five hours before us ere Mayenne will be up; ere he will be well
awake, and his eyes rubbed, and his boots pulled on, we shall have an
hour more; then to discover the whole, to think which way we are gone,
and to cross-examine your servants, will bring him to dinner time: the
poor man must eat, you know; and what with other business, and the
time required to give orders, and mount horsemen, and consult with his
sister, the day will be done, so that we may well calculate upon its
being to-morrow morning ere any one sets out to seek us. Therefore, my
Eugenie, with God's help, you are safe!"
"Thanks! thanks, Beatrice! A thousand thanks, my sister, my more than
sister!" cried Eugenie. "Well, indeed, as you say, and skillfully have
you played your part. But you would say I have not played mine badly
either, if you knew all that I have suffered, especially when we were
stopped at the gate. If you had told me, however, that you had got
such a comedy ready for our deliverance, I should have been better
prepared."
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