The Marquis heard Caroline's voice close by him, but, still thinking it
some hallucination, made no effort to look at her. He did not comprehend
what was taking place till he felt on his hands the distracted pressure
of Caroline's lips. Then he thought he must be dying, as she no longer
avoided him, and, trying to smile, he bade her adieu in a faint voice.
"No, no; not adieu!" she replied, covering his forehead with kisses;
"you must live. I will have it so! I love you!"
A slight flush came over the livid face, but no words could express his
joy. The Marquis still feared it might be all a dream; yet he was
plainly reviving. The warmth had concentrated under the carriage-top
which served him as a shelter. He was as comfortable as he could
possibly be made there, lying on the cloaks of Caroline and Peyraque.
"But we must go on, nevertheless," thought the latter, and his unquiet
eyes questioned the brightening horizon. The cold was severe, the fire
was going out for want of fuel, and the invalid surely could not walk to
Estables. And was Caroline herself equal to such an attempt? To mount
them both on the horse was the only expedient; but would the exhausted
animal have strength to carry them? No matter, it would have to be
tried; and, first of all, they must give the horse some oats. Peyraque
looked, but found none; the fire had consumed the little bag as well as
the box in which it was stored.
An exclamation from Caroline revived his hopes. She showed him a light
vapor on the rising ground which sheltered them. He ran in that
direction, and saw below him an ox-cart, painfully approaching, the
driver smoking in order to keep warm.
"You see now," said Caroline, when the cart had nearly reached them,
"the Lord has helped us!"
M. de Villemer was still so weak that he had to be lifted into the cart,
which, fortunately, was loaded with straw; and in this Peyraque buried
him up, after a fashion. Caroline placed herself near him. Peyraque
bestrode his pony, leaving the wreck of his poor carriage behind, and in
an hour they had finally reached the village of Estables.
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