Sir Isumbras at the FordBroster, D. K. (Dorothy Kathleen)
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Sir Isumbras at the Ford
Broster, D. K. (Dorothy Kathleen)
English fiction -- 20th century; Historical fiction
The soldier had presumably no fears on that point either, and in
another instant the former antagonists were alone. La Vireville
had no difficulty in recalling their last meeting. Now he was a
beaten man, wounded and fettered, but he stood before her very
composedly, and waited. He had to wait some time, too, while Mme.
de Chaulnes studied him. But there was no vulgar triumph visible
in her look.
"You are wondering," she said at last, "why I have had you brought
here?"
La Vireville assented.
"You are possibly thinking, Monsieur Augustin, that I am about to
heap coals of fire on your head by putting the means of escape
within your reach, like other charitable ladies of this place?"
"I am sorry if it disappoints you, Madame," returned the captive
politely, "but that is the last idea that I should entertain."
"Or to offer you your life on terms, then?"
"They would undoubtedly be terms that I could not accept."
Mme. de Chaulnes smiled slightly, and laid down her book on a little
table near her. "That is a good thing, then, for indeed I have no
terms to offer to a person of your integrity, Monsieur. Though, if
I had, perhaps you might find them tempting for the sake of the
little boy--now, I presume, fatherless--for whom you once risked
that life so successfully."
The émigré was silent.
"You are right to give me no answer," went on the old lady, "for
really I have no proposition of any kind to make to you. I merely
wish to ask you a question, which you will not, I think, find it
inconsistent with your honour to answer. But I cannot force you
to give me a reply, nor (as you see) do I seek to bribe you into
doing so."
"I will answer your question if it be in my power, Madame," said La
Vireville, outwardly unmoved and secretly curious.
"Thank you, Monsieur. It is merely this--did you, or did you not,
bribe my agent Duchâtel when you took the child from him at Abbeville?"
"No," replied the Chouan on the instant, "most certainly I did not.
The only intercourse of any moment that passed between us was a blow."
"Ah," said Mme. de Chaulnes, with an air, real or fictitious, of
relief, "that interests me very much. I am greatly indebted to
you for your frankness, Monsieur Augustin. Since you can have
no motive in protecting Duchâtel--rather the reverse--I believe
you unreservedly. He is a useful tool, but there have been moments
when I was tempted to consider that transaction at Abbeville a
farce. I am glad to learn, on the best authority, that it was
not." And taking up a tablet that hung at her waist she scribbled
something on it with a silver pencil.
"And it was in order to discover this," broke out the prisoner
in spite of himself, "that you were barbarous enough to have me
reprieved at the last moment, to----" He pulled himself up, for
he had no wish to exhibit his emotions to this woman.
Mme. de Chaulnes finished writing. "And you would really have
preferred to go with the rest this morning?" she asked.
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