The Sword of Honor; or, The Foundation of the French Republic. Эжен Сю

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      For a moment longer the girl maintained her silence. Then, her face suffused and her eyes filled with tears, she fell upon her mother's neck, buried her face in the maternal breast, and murmured in a smothered voice:

      "Mother, dear, for the first time in my life I have lacked confidence in you. Pardon your child!"

      Surprised and disturbed, Madam Desmarais pressed her daughter to her bosom, dried her tears, urged her to calm herself, and said, embracing her tenderly: "You, to lack confidence in me, Charlotte? You have a secret from me? Am I not, then, your bestest friend?"

      "Alas, I fear I had almost forgotten it. Be indulgent toward your daughter!"

      "My heaven! What anguish you are putting me to! I can not believe my ears. You – to have committed a fault?"

      "I doubted your heart and your justice. I formed a bad judgment of my father and you, who have surrounded me with tenderness since my birth."

      "Finish your confidence, painful as it may be. Put an end to my uncertainty," pleaded the mother.

      Charlotte drew back a moment; then she proceeded in broken accents:

      "About six months ago, we came to live on the second story of this house, then still unfinished. Father was much taken with one of the workmen – "

      "You speak of John Lebrenn, the foreman of our ironsmith, Master Gervais?"

      "Struck with the excellent education of Monsieur John Lebrenn, father offered him the freedom of our library, and made him promise to come and visit us on his holidays. Father therefore considered Monsieur John Lebrenn worthy of admission to our friendship. That is how I must interpret father's actions."

      "Your father evinced, perhaps, too much good will towards the young fellow, and my brother has taken my husband to task for authorizing too intimate relations between us and a simple workman. Each should keep his place."

      "Uncle Hubert," answered Charlotte, "always showed himself hostile towards Monsieur Lebrenn, and even jealous of him."

      "Your uncle Hubert is a banker of wealth, and could have entertained for the protegé of my husband neither jealousy nor animosity."

      "Nevertheless, father's 'protegé' has been able to be of value to him, for I have often heard father say to Monsieur John that it was to him and his efforts that he owed his election as deputy for Paris."

      "It is a matter of common kindness for my husband to thank this young workman for some services he was able to perform in the interest of his election."

      "Allow me, dear mother, to tell you that father does not look at things as you do; for last Sunday he invited Monsieur John to dinner with us, calling him my friend. Father repeated to him several times that, thanks to the progress of the revolution, privileges of birth would be soon wiped out, and that equality and fraternity would reign among men."

      "Well, Charlotte! And suppose equality were to reign among men – what conclusion do you draw from that?"

      "Monsieur John Lebrenn being the equal of my father, bonds of friendship could exist between them."

      "I shall admit, for the moment, that an ironsmith's apprentice might think himself the equal of an attorney at the bar of Paris. What do you conclude therefrom?"

      "I hoped you would have understood," stammered the young girl in confusion, and more embarrassed than ever at seeing her mother so far from suspecting the nature of the confidence she was about to make.

      Suddenly a dull and heavy roar, prolonged and repeated from echo to echo, shook and rattled the windows of the room.

      "What noise is that!" cried Madam Desmarais with a start, and raising her head.

      Crash upon crash, more distinct than the first, rattled again the windows and even the doors of the dwelling. At that instant in rushed one of Madam Desmarais's maids, screaming out with affright:

      "Madam, Oh, madam! It is the cannon! It is the roar of artillery!"

      "Great God!" exclaimed Madam Desmarais, turning pale. "And my husband! To what dangers will he be exposed!"

      "Do not worry, dear mother. Father is at Versailles," spoke out Charlotte, now the comforter.

      "They are attacking Paris. The counter-attack will lead on to Versailles. There will be uprisings, insurrections, massacres!"

      "The suburbs are attacking the Bastille," answered Gertrude, the maid, all of a tremble. "At daybreak our neighbor, Monsieur Lebrenn the ironsmith, armed with sword and gun, placed himself at the head of a troop, and marched upon the fortress."

      "Alas, he rushes into the arms of death – I shall never see him more!" cried Charlotte, starting to her feet. And overcome with emotion and fear, she paled, her eyes closed, and she fainted in the arms of her mother and the servant, who bent over her plying their simple restorative cares.

      For a long time the detonation of the artillery and the rattle of musketry continued unabated. At length the firing slackened, became desultory, and finally ceased altogether. The tumult gave way to a profound silence. Charlotte regained consciousness. Her face hidden in her hands, she was now seated beside her mother, who regarded her daughter with a severe and saddened look. The older woman seemed to hesitate to speak to the girl; finally she addressed her in a voice that was hard and dry:

      "Thank heaven, Charlotte, you have recovered from your faint. Let us continue our interview, that was so unfortunately interrupted. Meseems it is of extreme importance for us all. I can guess its conclusion."

      The hard lines in the face of Madam Desmarais and the iciness in her tone took the young girl aback; but overcoming the passing emotion, she raised her head, revealing her countenance wet with tears, and answered:

      "I have never practised dissimulation towards you. So, just now, I could not conceal the fears which assailed me for John Lebrenn – for I love him passionately. I have pledged him my faith, I have received his in return. We have sworn our troth, one to the other. There, my dear mother, that is the confidence, I wished to make to you."

      "Oh, woe is us! The predictions of my brother are realized. How right he was to reproach my husband for his relations with that workingman! Unworthy daughter!" continued Madam Desmarais addressing Charlotte, "How could you so far forget your duties as to think of uniting your lot with that of a miserable artisan? Shame and ignominy! Dishonor to your family – "

      "Mother," replied Charlotte, raising her head proudly, "my love is as noble and pure as the man who calls it forth."

      Gertrude, the serving maid, here again broke precipitately into the room, joyfully crying as she crossed the threshold:

      "Madam, good news! Your husband has just entered the courtyard."

      "My husband in Paris!" exclaimed Madam Desmarais. "What can have taken place at Versailles? Perhaps the Assembly is dissolved! Perhaps he is proscribed, a fugitive! My God, have pity on us!"

      She rushed to the door to meet her husband, but checked herself long enough to say to Charlotte:

      "Swear to me to forget at once this shameful love. On that condition I consent to withhold from your father all knowledge of the wretched affair."

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