Uncle Bernac: A Memory of the EmpireDoyle, Arthur Conan
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Uncle Bernac: A Memory of the Empire
Doyle, Arthur Conan
France -- History -- Consulate and First Empire, 1799-1815 -- Fiction
And now, my friends, I am coming to the end of those singular adventures
which I encountered upon my arrival in France, adventures which might
have been of some interest in themselves had I not introduced the figure
of the Emperor, who has eclipsed them all as completely as the sun
eclipses the stars. Even now, you see, after all these years, in an old
man's memoirs, the Emperor is still true to his traditions, and will not
brook any opposition. As I draw his words and his deeds I feel that my
own poor story withers before them. And yet if it had not been for that
story I should not have had an excuse for describing to you my first and
most vivid impressions of him, and so it has served a purpose after all.
You must bear with me now while I tell you of our expedition to the Red
Mill and of what befell in the library of Grosbois.
Two days had passed away since the reception of the Empress Josephine,
and only one remained of the time which had been allowed to my cousin
Sibylle in which she might save her lover, and capture the terrible
Toussac. For my own part I was not so very anxious that she should save
this craven lover of hers, whose handsome face belied the poor spirit
within him. And yet this lonely beautiful woman, with the strong will
and the loyal heart, had touched my feelings, and I felt that I would
help her to anything--even against my own better judgment, if she should
desire it. It was then with a mixture of feelings that late in the
afternoon I saw her and General Savary enter the little room in which I
lodged at Boulogne. One glance at her flushed cheeks and triumphant
eyes told me that she was confident in her own success.
'I told you that I would find him, Cousin Louis!' she cried; 'I have
come straight to you, because you said that you would help in the taking
of him.'
'Mademoiselle insists upon it that I should not use soldiers,' said
Savary, shrugging his shoulders.
'No, no, no,' she cried with vehemence. 'It has to be done with
discretion, and at the sight of a soldier he would fly to some
hiding-place, where you would never be able to follow him. I cannot
afford to run a risk. There is too much already at stake.'
'In such an affair three men are as useful as thirty,' said Savary.
'I should not in any case have employed more. You say that you have
another friend, Lieutenant--?'
'Lieutenant Gerard of the Hussars of Bercheny.'
'Quite so. There is not a more gallant officer in the Grand Army than
Etienne Gerard. The three of us, Monsieur de Laval, should be equal to
any adventure.'
'I am at your disposal.'
'Tell us then, mademoiselle, where Toussac is hiding.'
'He is hiding at the Red Mill.'
'But we have searched it, I assure you that he is not there.'
'When did you search it?'
'Two days ago.'
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