Napoleonic Wars, 1800-1815 -- Fiction; War stories
"I don't want to know," Sir Charles replied with a surprising solemnity
of tone and manner which hid some deeper feeling. "But give the Marquis
my love and tell him that when he gets tired of all his grandeurs he may
remember that there is a large place for him in this house as long as I
live."
Late that evening Cosmo, saying good-bye to his sister, took her in his
arms, kissed her forehead, and holding her out at arm's length said:
"You have grown into a charming girl, Henrietta."
"I am glad you think so," she said. "Alas, I am too dark. I can never be
as charming as Adèle must have been at my age. You seem to have
forgotten her."
"Oh no," protested Cosmo carelessly. "A marvel of fairness, wasn't she?
I remember you telling me years ago that she married an upstart."
"That was Father's expression. You know what that means, Cosmo."
"I do know what it means, exactly," he said, laughing. "But from what
Father said this afternoon it seems as if he were a rather nasty
upstart. What made Adèle do it?"
"I am awed," confessed Henrietta. "I don't know what made her do it. I
was never told. Father never talked much about the D'Armands afterwards.
I was with him in the yellow drawing room the evening he got the letter
from the Marquis. After he read it he said something very extraordinary.
You know it's full nine years ago and I was yet a child, yet I could not
have dreamed it. I heard it distinctly. He dropped his hands and said,
'Austerlitz has done it.' What could he have meant?"
"It would be hard to guess the connection," said Cosmo, smiling at his
sister's puzzled face. "Father must have been thinking of something
else."
"Father was thinking of nothing else for days," affirmed Henrietta
positively.
"You must have been a very observant child," remarked her brother. "But
I believe you were always a clever girl, Henrietta. Well, I am going to
see Adèle."
"Oh yes, you start in the morning to travel ever so far and for ever so
long," said Miss Latham enviously. "Oh Cosmo, you are going to write to
me--lots?"
He looked at her appreciatively and gave her another brotherly hug.
"Certainly I will write, whole reams," he said.
IV
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