Part 19 (1/2)
On hearing Philip's confession, Vauquelas sprang towards him, wild with rage.
”You call yourself Philip de Chamondrin?” he demanded.
”That is my name.”
”Then you are the adopted brother of this young girl, and if you, an emigre and a conspirator, are here, it can only be because she is your accomplice. Vile wretch! to make my house a rendezvous for the enemies of the Nation!”
Anger crimsoned his cheeks and glittered in his eyes. He actually frothed with rage.
”Arrest them! Arrest them both!” he exclaimed.
Philip, who had supposed he could save Dolores by the confession he had just made, could not repress a movement of wrath and despair.
”You will regret this, sir,” he said, haughtily.
”There could be no greater misfortune than to shelter aristocrats like you under my roof. I am a patriot; I love the Republic. France, first of all! Citizens, this is a dangerous man. This so-called n.o.bleman has been plotting to save the queen and to place the little Capet upon the throne. As for this young woman, she is a viper who has repaid my hospitality with treachery. Take them away!--and so perish the enemies of the Nation!”
He uttered these words with great energy and enthusiasm as if he wished to give convincing proofs of his patriotism. The soldiers were consulting together; presently they formed into two squads. One division took Dolores in charge; the other took Philip, and they were led away.
It was then nearly eleven o'clock.
CHAPTER X.
COURSEGOL'S EXPLOITS.
Coursegol returned home about midnight. In accordance with his usual custom he was pa.s.sing through the lower hall without stopping on his way to his room on the floor above, when he heard some one call him. He recognized the voice of Vauquelas, but it seemed to proceed from the chamber occupied by Dolores. Surprised that the latter was not in bed at this late hour, and fearing she was ill, he hastily entered her room.
Vauquelas was there alone, pale, nervous and excited. The girl's bed had not been disturbed. Her absence struck Coursegol at once.
”Where is Dolores?” he asked, quickly.
”Coursegol, why did you not tell me she was receiving Philip de Chamondrin here?” was his friend's only response.
”She receiving M. Philip!” cried Coursegol, greatly astonished.
”Yes, here in my house; here in this chamber. They were discovered here.”
”Then M. Philip is still alive!”
”Unfortunately for me, he is still alive.”
”What do you mean?” inquired Coursegol, who as yet understood but one thing--that his master was not dead.
”I mean that Dolores, whom I received into my house at your request, has been sheltering here, at the risk of compromising and ruining me, Philip de Chamondrin, one of the prime movers in a conspiracy formed for the purpose of saving the widow Capet.”
”Ah! I understand,” murmured Coursegol, at once divining that Philip being pursued had taken refuge in the house of Vauquelas, and had found Dolores there. ”Ah, well! citizen, the young man must not remain here.
We will help him to make his escape and no one will be the wiser--”
”It is too late!”