Volume II Part 97 (1/2)

”Nicholas! do you see them? there, just by that rising ground,” cried Calabash, pointing to the other side of the river, where Mrs. Seraphin and Fleur-de-Marie appeared, descending a small path leading to the sh.o.r.e, near a small elevation, on which was placed a plaster-kiln.

”Let us wait for the signal, and have no bungling,” said Nicholas.

”Are you blind? Don't you recognize the fat woman who came here the day before yesterday? Look at her orange shawl, and see what a hurry the little peasant girl is in! poor little puss--it is plain to see she don't know what is coming.”

”Yes, I see the fat woman now. Come, it looks like work.”

”The old woman is making a sign with her handkerchief,” said Calabash: ”there they are on the sh.o.r.e.”

”Come, come, step on board, mother,” cried Nicholas, unfastening the boat: ”come in the boat with the hole, so that the women will not suspect anything. And you, Calabash, jump into the other one, my girl-- row strong. Oh! hold, take my hook, put it alongside of you--it is pointed like a lance--it may be of use--now, push ahead!” said the bandit, placing in the boat a long boathook, one end of which terminated with a sharp spike of iron.

In a few moments the two boats touched the sh.o.r.e, where Mrs. Seraphin and Fleur-de-Marie had been waiting impatiently.

While Nicholas was tying his boat to a post, Mrs. Seraphin approached him, and whispered, hurriedly, ”Say that Madame George awaits us;”

then she said in a loud tone, ”We are a little behindhand, my lad.”

”Yes, my good lady; Madame George has asked for you several times.”

”You see, my dear, Madame George is waiting for us,” said Mrs.

Seraphin, turning toward Fleur-de-Marie, who, notwithstanding her confidence, had felt her heart beat at the appearance of the sinister faces of the widow, Calabash and Nicholas.

But the name of Madame George rea.s.sured her, and she answered, ”I am also very impatient to see her; happily, the pa.s.sage is short.”

”Won't the dear lady be happy!” said Mrs. Seraphin. Then, turning toward Nicholas, she added: ”Come, bring your boat a little nearer, that we can embark;” and, in a low tone, she whispered, ”The little one must be drowned; if she comes up, put her under again.”

”It is settled; don't you be afraid; when I make a sign, give me your hand. She will sink all alone--all is prepared--you have nothing to fear,” answered Nicholas, in a low tone. Then, with savage imperturbability, without being touched either with the beauty or youth of Fleur-de-Marie, he offered her his arm.

The girl leaned lightly on him, and entered the boat. ”Now your turn, my good lady,” said Nicholas to Mrs. Seraphin. And he offered to a.s.sist her.

Whether it was a presentiment, suspicion, or only a fear that she could not jump quick enough from the boat where La Goualeuse and Nicholas were seated when it should sink, the housekeeper of Jacques Ferrand said to Nicholas, drawing back, ”On second thoughts, I will go in the boat of mademoiselle.” And she took a seat alongside of Calabash.

”Very good,” said Nicholas, exchanging a glance with his sister; and, with the end of his oar, he shoved off his boat, his sister doing the same as soon as Mrs. Seraphin had taken her seat. Standing on the sh.o.r.e, erect, immovable, indifferent to this scene, the widow, pensive and absorbed, kept her eyes fixed on Martial's window, which could be distinguished, through the poplar trees, from the sh.o.r.e.

During this time the two boats moved slowly off toward the opposite side.

CHAPTER x.x.xIV.

DOES NOT A MEETING LIKE THIS MAKE AMENDS?

Before we acquaint the reader with the continuation of the drama which pa.s.sed on the boats, we will go back a little. A few moments after Fleur-de-Marie had left Saint Lazare with Mrs. Seraphin, La Louve had also quitted the prison.

Thanks to the recommendation of Madame Armand and of the director, who wished to recompense her for her good action toward Mont Saint Jean, she had been also pardoned and dismissed. A complete change had taken place in this creature, heretofore so headstrong, vile, and corrupted.

Keeping constantly in mind the description made by Fleur-de-Marie of a peaceful and solitary life, La Louve held in disgust her past crimes.

Confiding in the aid which Fleur-de-Marie had promised her in the name of her unknown benefactor, La Louve determined to make this laudable proposition to her lover, not without the bitter fear of a refusal, for the Goualeuse, in leading her to blush for the past, had also given her a consciousness of her position toward Martial.

Once free, La Louve only thought of seeing him. She had received no news from him for many days. In the hope of meeting him on Ravageurs'