France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction; Napoleon I, Emperor of the French, 1769-1821 -- Fiction
At the same moment his room was filled with light and noise. Members of
the police force, accompanied by gendarmes, filed in, pulled the boy
roughly out of bed, asked his name, his business in Strasbourg, and how
long he had been there; searched under the bed, looked in the
chimney-piece, fumbled in the closet, and went out as suddenly as they
had come in, leaving the boy standing in the middle of the room, half
naked and wholly bewildered.
It was evident that this was one of the domiciliary visits so common at
that time, but that the new arrival was not the object of it. The latter
therefore decided that the best thing he could do would be to go back to
bed, after shutting the door that led into the corridor, and to sleep
again if that were possible.
This resolution taken and carried out, he had scarcely drawn up the
sheets, when the door opened to give entrance to Madame Teutch,
coquettishly clad in a white nightgown, and carrying a lighted candle
in her hand. She stepped softly, and opened the door without any noise,
making a sign as she did so to Charles--who was leaning on his elbow
looking at her with the utmost astonishment--not to speak. He, already
impressed with the dangers of the life that had opened to him the night
before, obeyed her and remained silent.
Citizeness Teutch closed the door leading to the corridor behind her
with the utmost care, then, placing her candle on the chimney-piece, she
took a chair, and, still with the same precautions, seated herself
beside the boy's bed.
"Well, my little friend," she said, "I suppose you were very much
frightened?"
"Not very much, madame," replied Charles, "for I knew the men were not
seeking me."
"Nevertheless, it was high time that you warned your compatriots."
"Then the men were looking for them?"
"Themselves! Fortunately they came in about two o'clock, and I gave them
your note. They read it over twice, then they asked me who had written
it, and I told them that it was you, and who you were. After that they
consulted together for a few moments, and finally said: 'Well, well, we
must be off!' And they immediately set to work to pack their trunks, and
sent Sleepy-head to take places for them in the Besançon diligence.
Fortunately there were two left, so they started at five o'clock this
morning; indeed, to make sure that they should not lose their places,
they left here at four. They had been on their way to Besançon over an
hour when the guards knocked on the door in the name of the law. But,
just think, they were stupid enough to lose the note you wrote them, and
the police have found it."
"Oh! that makes no difference; it was not signed."
"Yes, but as it was written on the stamped hotel paper they came back to
ask me who had written it."
"The devil!"
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