Part 46 (2/2)
”I suspect you, my daughter, of being a little royalist,” replied the lawyer in a bitter-sweet tone; ”and as to you, my dear pupil, I did not believe it necessary to remind you that the day a King's head falls into the basket is a festive day, a day of joy for all good patriots.”
”Citizen Desmarais, did I sit in the Convention I would have voted for the death of Louis XVI, as a perjurer and a conspirer against the nation. But the day when the glaive of the law strikes the last of the Kings will not be a day of joy for the Republic.”
”And what will it be, then, O my pupil? A day of mourning, perhaps?”
”For good patriots there will be neither joy nor mourning, Citizen Desmarais. It will be a day of deep and sober thought. Louis XVI is not a man, but a principle, representing the oldest monarchy in Europe. In striking Louis XVI, it is royalty that is beheaded. It is not a head that will fall to the scaffold, but a crown.”
”My faith, my dear pupil, you have indeed out-reasoned your master. The death of the tyrant, in fact, causes patriots more than the delirium of joy, it causes a religious meditation, as you have so aptly said. But what is done is done. I sent off my circular this morning to all our friends in the Mountain; I can not now change the date of your marriage.”
”Father,” said Charlotte gravely, ”John and I have awaited for years the day that would consummate our hopes; we would gladly consent to postpone still further the day that is to unite us, in order not to coincide with that of the death of the King, guilty though he be.”
”Enough on that subject, my daughter, time presses. You, my pupil, will come to the notary's with me, if you please, to settle the terms of your marriage contract. Thence we shall hie us to the Convention, where I shall present you to my colleagues of the Mountain as my future son-in-law.”
”I would say to you, Citizen Desmarais, that I do not intend to interfere in the making of the contract; that shall be drawn up as it pleases you.”
”But you must know, my dear pupil, what dowry I settle upon my daughter!”
”That is a financial question in which I am not in the slightest degree interested.”
”Ah, my children,” returned the lawyer, in sepulchral tones, ”what regret I feel at not being able to endow you as I would wis.h.!.+ But I have ruined myself in patriotic gifts. Save for this house and some little properties which amount to almost nothing, there remain to me in all only 850 louis, which I share with you, my children. This dowry is very small, my dear John, after that which you hoped to secure from your father-in-law.”
”The thought of a dower never presented itself to me; be convinced of that, Monsieur Desmarais.”
”I believe you, my dear pupil, expecting no less of your delicacy. But, apart from the 425 louis which I leave to you, you shall be lodged here, without expense to you; for we shall never part, my dear pupil. We shall be but one single family, and we shall also find room for your sister, who has so admirably lived down her past; for I no longer see in her the mistress of Louis XV, but the worthy daughter of the proletaire. And so, my dear John, it is indeed settled that neither you nor your wife shall leave me; I count on it, absolutely; it is for our peace and mutual happiness.”
Charlotte was as indifferent as John to the figure of her dowry; but knowing through her mother that the settlement originally was to have been 120,000 livres, buried in the cellar of the house, the young girl was wounded by the secret calculations of her father, who, she thought (nor was she mistaken), in dowering her so n.i.g.g.ardly expected to force John Lebrenn to take up his residence with him.
”I must thank you for your offer, Citizen Desmarais,” answered John, ”but I desire but one thing in the world, the hand of Charlotte. That I have obtained. All the rest is in my eyes but a bauble; it concerns me little, and troubles me not at all.”
”Such delicacy does not surprise me, coming from you, my dear John. So you accept the terms of contract, as to the dowry? It is agreed?”
”Perfectly, and without objection.”
”In that case, let us at once set about drawing up the marriage articles. The notary awaits us.”
”Adieu, Charlotte. I shall at once see the members of the Committee of General Safety about your uncle,” added John softly to his betrothed.
”Ah, if I had ever hesitated to leave my father's house,” replied the young girl to her lover in like tones, ”this last interview with him would have removed my scruples.”
”Come, my pupil, let us go,” said the lawyer, approaching the young couple. ”Adieu, my daughter; tell mother that our dear John will dine here--the betrothal feast!”
”Till we meet again, father,” answered the young girl, with a look of intelligence to John, who, accompanying his future father-in-law, left the house.
CHAPTER XVIII.
THE KING SENTENCED.
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