第4章

"Bewelcome！Guyot，gotothedevil。"

Foramomentortwoafterthesoldier’sdeparturethewomenremainedintheshadow，then，attheCaptain’sinvitation，whichtheydarednotdisobey，theycameforwardintothehaloofcandle—light。

SimultaneouslyLaBoulayecaughthisbreath，andtookastepforward。

Thenhedrewbackagainuntilhisshoulderstouchedtheovermantelandthereheremained，staringatthenewcomers，whoasyet，didnotappeartohaveobservedhim。

Theyworenoheadgear，andtheirscarfswerethrownbackupontheirshoulders，revealingtothestrickengazeofLaBoulayethecountenancesoftheMarquisedeBellecourandherdaughter。

Andnow，astheyadvancedintothelight，Charlotrecognisedthemtoo。Intheactofofferingachairhestood，arrested，hiseyesdevouringfirstone，thentheotherofthen，withaglancethatseemedtohavegrownoddlysobered。Theflushdiedfromhisface，andhislipstwitchedlikethoseofamanwhoseekstocontrolhisemotions。Thenslowlythecolourcreptbackintohischeeks，acurlofmockeryappearedonthecoarsemouth，andtheeyesbeamedevilly。

Theytensesilencewasbrokenbythebangwithwhichhedroppedthechairhehadhalfraised。Asheleanedforwardnow，LaBoulayereadinhisfacethethoughtthathadleaptintotheCaptain’smind，andhaditbeenaquestionofanywomanotherthanZuzannedeBellecour，theDeputymighthaveindulgedintheconsiderationofwhatawonderfulretributionwastherehere。IntothehandsofthemanwhosebridetheMarquisdeBellecourhadtornfromhimwerenowdeliveredbyawonderfulchancethewifeanddaughterofthatsameBellecour。AndatBoisvertthisbrigandingCaptainwasasmuchto—nightthelordoflifeanddeath，andallbesides，ashadbeentheMarquisofBellecourofold。Butheponderednotthesethings，forallthatthesternironyofthecoincidencedidnotescapehim。

ThatevillookinCharlot’seyes，thatsinistersmileonCharlot’slips，morethansuggestedwhatmannerofvengeancetheCaptainwouldexact—andthat，forthetime，wasmatterenoughtoabsorbtheDeputy’swholeattention。

Andthewomendidnotseehim。Theyweretoomuchengrossedinthefigurefrontingthem，andagonisedly，withcheekswhiteandbosomsheaving，theywaited，intheirdreadsuspense。Atlast，drawinghimselftothefullofhisstalwartheight，theCaptainlaughedgrimlyandspoke。

"Mesdames，"saidhe，hisverytoneaninsultinitsbrutalderision，"weRepublicanshaveabolishedGod，anduntiltonightIhaveheldtheRepublicright，arguingthatifaGodtherewas，Hisleaningsmustbearistocratic，sinceHeneverseemedtoconcernHimselfwiththemisfortunesofthelowly—born。Buttonight，mesdames，IknowthattheRepublicisatfault。ThereisaGod—aGodofjusticeandretribution，whohasdeliveredyou，ofallpeopleintheworld，intomyhands。Lookonmewell，Ci—devantMarquisedeBellecour，andyou，MademoiselledeBellecour。Lookinmyfaceandseeifyouknowmeagain。Notyou。Youneverheededmeasyourodebyinthoseprouddays。ButheardyouevertellofoneCharlotTardivet，abasevassalwhosewifeyourhusband，Madame，andyourfather，Mademoiselle，tookfromhimonhisbridalmorn？Heardyouevertellofthatpoorgirl—oneMarieTardivet—whodiedofgriefasaconsequenceofthatbrutality？Butno；suchmattersweretootrivialforyournoticeifyousawthem，orforyourmemoryifyoueverheardtellofthem。

Whatwasthelifeofapeasantmorethanthatofanyotheranimaloftheland，thattheconcernofitshouldperturbtheserenenessofyouraristocraticbeing？Mesdames，thatCharlotTardivetamI；thatMarieTardivetwasmywife。IknewnotwhomyouwerewhenIbadeyousupatmytablebutnowthatIknowit—whatdoyoulookforatmyhands？"

ItwastheMarquisewhoansweredhim。Shewasdeathlypale，andherwordscamebreathlessly：forallthattheirimportwasverybold。

"Welookfortherecollectionthatwearewomenandunlessyouareascowardlyas—"

"Citoyenne，"hebrokeinharshly，answeringherashehadansweredLaBoulaye，"wasmywifelessawomanthinkyou？Pah！Thereisyetanotherherewhowaswronged，"heannounced，andhewavedhishandinthedirectionofLaBoulaye，whostood，stiffandpale，bythehearth。

Thewomenturned，andatsightoftheDeputyacryescapedSuzanne。

Itwasacryofhope，forherewasonewhowouldsurelylendthemaid。Itwasafact，shethought，uponwhichtheCaptainhadnotcounted。ButLaBoulayestoodstraightandcold，andnotbysomuchasaninclinationoftheheaddidheacknowledgethatgrimintroduction。Charlot，mistakingMademoiselle’sexclamation，laughedsoftly。

"Wellmayyoucryout，Citoyenne，"saidhe，"forhimIseeyourecognise。Heisthemanwhosoughttorescuemywifefromtheclutchesofyourlordlyandmostnoblefather。Forhispainshewasfloggeduntiltheybelievedhimdead。Isitnotveryfittingthatheshouldbewithmenowtoreceiveyou？"

"Buthe，atleast，isinmydebt，"criedMademoiselle，nowmakingastepforward，andsustainedbyanexcitementbornofhope。"Whatevermaybemyfather’ssins，M。laBoulaye，atleast，willnotseektovisitthemuponthedaughter，forheoweshislifetome，andhewillnotforgetthedebt。"

Charlot’sbrowsweresuddenlyknitwithvexation。Hehalf—turnedtoLaBoulaye，asiftospeak；buterehecouldutteraword—

"Thedebthasbeenpaid，Citoyenne，"saidCaronimpassively。

Beforethatcoldanswer，socoldlydelivered，Mademoisellerecoiled。

"Paid！"sheechoedmechanically。

"Aye，paid，"herejoined。"Youclaimedyourbrother’slifeinpayment，andIgaveittoyou。Doyounotthinkthatwearequits？

Besides，"heendedsuddenly，"CaptainTardivetisthemasterhere。

Addressyourappealstohim，Citoyenne。"

Withterrorwrittenonherface，sheturnedfromhimtomeettheflushedcountenanceofCharlot，who，witharmsakimboandhisheadononeside，wasregardingheratoncewithmockeryandsatisfaction。

"Whatdoyouintendbyus，Monsieur？"shequestionedinachokingvoice。

Hesmiledinscrutably。

"Allayyourfears，Citoyenne；youwillfindmeverygentle。"

"Iknewyouwouldprovegenerous，"shecried。

"But，yes，Citoyenne，"herejoined，inthetonesweemploytothosewhofearunreasonably。"Ishallprovegenerous；asgenerousas—aswasmylordyourfather。"

LaBoulayetrembled，buthisfaceremainedcalmlyexpressionlessashewatchedthatgrimscene。

"Monsieur！"Suzannecriedoutinhorror。

"Youwillnotdare，youscum！"blazedtheMarchioness。

Charlotshruggedhisshouldersandlaughed，whereuponMadamedeBellecourseemedtobecomeabeingtransformed。Herampleflesh，whichbutamomentbackhadquiveredinfear，quiverednowmoreviolentlystillinanger。Thecolourflowedbackintohercheeksuntiltheyflamedanangrycrimson，andhervituperationsranginsoloudandfierceavoicethatatlast，puttinghishandstohisears，Charlotcrossedtothedoor。

"Silence！"heroaredather，sosavagelythatherspiritforsookherontheinstant。"Iwillputanendtothis，"heswore，asheopenedthedoor。"Holdthere！IsGuyotbelow？"

"Here，Captain，"cameavoice。

Charlotretracedhissteps，leavingthedoorwide，hiseyesdwellinguponSuzanneuntilsheshrankunderitsgaze，asshemighthavedonefromthetouchofsomeuncleanthing。Shedrewneartohermother，inwhomthebriefparoxysmofragewasnowsucceededbyanolessviolentparoxysmofweeping。OnthestairssoundedGuyot’sascendingsteps。

"Mother，"whisperedSuzanne，settingherarmsaboutherinavainattempttocomfort。ThensheheardCharlot’svoicecurtlybiddingGuyottoreconducttheMarquisetohercarriage。

MadamedeBellecourhearditalso，androusedherselfoncemore。

"Iwillnotgo，"shestormed，angerflashingagainfromthetear—ladeneyes。"Iwillnotleavemydaughter。"

Charlotshruggedhisshoulderscallously。

"Takeheraway，Guyot，"hesaid，shortly，andthesturdysoldierobeyedhimwitharoughnessthattooknoaccountofeitherbirthorsex。

WhentheMarquise’slastscreamhaddiedawayinthedistance，CharlotturnedoncemoretoSuzanne，anditseemedthathesoughttocomposehisfeaturesintoanexpressionofgentlenessbeyondtheirruggedlimitations。Buttheglanceofhisblueeyeswaskind，andmistakingthepurportofthatkindness，Mademoisellebegananappealtohisbetterfeelings。

Straightandtall，paleanddelicateshestood，herbeautyrendered，perhaps，themoreappealingbyvirtueofthefearreflectedonhercountenance。Herblueeyeswereveiledbehindtheirlongblacklashes，herlipsweretremulous，andherhandsclaspedandunclaspedasshenowmadeherprayertotheRepublican。ButinthehardenedheartofCharlotnobreathofpitystirred。Hebeheldherbeautyandhebethoughthimofhiswrongs。Fortherest，perhaps，hadshebeenlesscomelyhehadbeenlessvengeful。

AndyonderbythehearthstoodLaBoulayelikeastatue，unmovedandimmovable。TheCaptainwasspeakingtoher，gentlyandsoothingly，butherthoughtsbecamemoretakenwiththesilenceofLaBoulayethanwiththespeechofCharlot。Eveninthatparlousmomentshehadleisuretodespiseherselfforhavingonce—onthedayonwhich，inanswertoherintercessions，hehadsparedherbrother’slife—entertainedakindly，almostwistful，thoughtconcerningthismanwhomshenowdeemedadastard。

CHAPTERX

THEBAISERLAMOURETTE

PresentlyCharlotturnedtoLaBoulaye，andforallthatheutterednoword，hisglanceleftnothingtobesaid。InresponsetoitCaronstirredatlast，andcameleisurelyovertothetable。

"Amouthfulofwine，andI’mgone，Charlot，"saidheinlevel，colourlesstones，astakingupaflagonhefilledhimselfagoblet。

"Fillforme，too，"criedtheCaptain；"aye，andfortheCitoyennehere。Come，mygirl，acupofwinewillrefreshyou。"

ButSuzanneshrankfromtheinvitationasmuchasfromthetenorofitandtheepithethehadappliedtoher。Observingthis，helaughedsoftly。

"Oh！Asyouwill。Butthewineisgood—fromcellarofaci—devantDuke。Myservicetoyou，Citoyenne，"hepledgedher，andraisinghiscup，hepouredthewinedownathroatthatwasparchedbythemuchthathehaddrunkalready，Buterethegobletwashalf—empty，asharp，suddencryfromLaBoulayecametointerrupthisquaffing。

Heglancedround，andatwhathesawhespilledthewinedownhiswaistcoat，thenletthecupfalltotheground，aswithanoathheflunghimselfuponthegirl。

Shehadapproachedthetablewhilstbothmenweredrinking，andquietlypossessedherselfofaknife；and，butthatitwastooblunttodotheservicetowhichsheputit，Charlot’sinterventionwouldhavecometoolate。Asitwashecaughtherwristintime，andinaragehetoretheweaponfromherfingers，andflungitfaracrosstheroom。

"So，prettylady！"hegasped，nowgrippingbothherwrists。"So！

wearesuicidallyinclined，arewe！WewouldcheatCaptainCharlot，wouldwe？Fidonc！"hecontinuedwithhorridplayfulness。"Toshedabloodsoblueuponafloorsounclean！Nameofanameofaname！"

Accountingherselfbaffledateverypoint，thisgirl，whohadhithertoborneherselfsostoutlyastohavestoicallysoughtdeathasalastmeansofescape，begantoweepsoftly。Whereupon：

"Nay，nay，little—woman，"murmuredtheCaptain，insuchaccentsasareemployedtoapettedchild，andinstinctively，inhisintenttosoothehedrewhernearer。Andnowtheclosecontactthrilledhim；

herbeauty，andsomesubtleperfumethatreachedhimfromher，playedhavocwithhissenses。Nearerhedrewherinsilence，hisfacewhiteandclammy，andhishot，wineladenbreathcomingquickereverysecond。Andunresistingshesubmitted，forshewasbeyondresistancenow，beyondtearseven。Frombetweenwetlasheshergreateyesgazedintohiswithalookofdeadly，piteousaffright；herlipswereparted，hercheeksashen，andhermindwasdimlystrivingtoformulateaprayertotheHolyMother，thenaturalprotectressofallimperilledvirgins。

Nearershefeltherselfdrawntohertormentor，inwhosethoughtstheredweltnowlittlerecollectionofthevengefulcharacterofhispurpose。Forasecondherwristswerereleased；thenshefelthisarmsgoingroundherasthecoilsofasnakegorounditsprey。

Withasuddenreassertionofself，withapantinggaspofhorror，shetoreherselffree。Anoathbrokefromhimashesprangafterher。Thentheunexpectedhappened。Abovehisheadsomethingbrightflashedup，thendown。Therewasadullcrack，andtheCaptainstoppedshortinhisrush；hishandswerejerkedtotheheightofhisbreast，andlikeapole—axedbeasthedroppedandlayproneatherfeet。

AcrosshisfallenbodyshebeheldLaBoulayestandingimpassively，theghostofasmileonhisthinlips，andinhishandoneoftheheavysilvercandlesticksfromthetable。

Whilstamanmightcountadozentheystoodsowithnowordspoken。

Then：

"Itwasacowardlyblow，Citoyenne，"saidtheDeputyinaccentsofregret；"butwhatchoicehadI？"Hesetdownthecandlestick，andkneelingbesideCharlot，hefeltfortheCaptain’sheart。"Thedoor，Citoyenne，"hemuttered。"Lockit。"

Mechanically，andwithoututteringaword，shehastenedtodohisbidding。Asthekeygratedinthelockherose。

"Ithasonlystunnedhim，"heannounced。"Nowtoprepareanexplanationforit。"

Hedrewachairundertheoldbrasslamp，thathungfromtheceiling。

Hemountedthechair，andwithbothhandsheseizedthechainimmediatelyabovethelamp。Drawinghimselfup，heswungthereforjustasecond；thenthehookgaveway，andamidashowerofplasterLaBoulayehalf—tumbledtotheground。

"There，"saidhe，ashedroppedthelampwithitschainandhookuponthefloorbyCharlot。"Itmaynotbeasconvincingaswemightwish，butIthinkthatitwillproveconvincingenoughtothedullwitsofthelandlady，andofsuchofCharlot’sfollowersasmayenterhere。Iamafraid，"hedeplored，"thatitwillbesometimebeforeherecovers。Hewassofargoneinwinethatitneededlittleweighttofellhim。"

Herglancemethisoncemore，andshetookasteptowardshimwithhandsoutstretched。

"Monsieur，Monsieur！"shecried。"IfyoubutknewhowinmythoughtsIwrongedyoualittlewhileago。"

"Youhadallreasonto，"heanswered，takingherhands，andtherecametheleastsofteningofhissterncountenance。"Itgrievedmetoaddtoyouraffliction。ButhadIpermittedhimtodosomuchassuspectthatIwasanythingbutyourimplacableenemy，Ihadnochanceofsavingyou。Hewouldhavedismissedme，andImusthaveobeyedorbeencompelled，forheismasterhere，andhasmenenoughtoenforcewhathedesires。"

Andnowshewouldhavethankedhimforhavingsavedher，buthecuthershortalmostroughly。

"Youowemenothanks，"hesaid。"Ihavebutdoneforyouwhatmymanhoodmusthavebiddenmedoforanywomansimilarlysituated。Forto—nightIhavesavedyou，Citoyenne。IshallmakeanefforttosmuggleyouandyourmotheroutofBoisvertbeforemorning，butafterthatyoumusthelpyourselves。"

"Youwilldothis？"shecried，hereyesglistening。

"Iwillattemptit。"

"Bywhatmeans，MonsieurCaron？"

"Idonotyetknow。Imustconsider。Inthemeantimeyouhadbestreturntoyourcoach。Laterto—nightIshallhaveyouandyourmotherbroughttome，andIwillendeavourtosoarrangemattersthatyoushallnotagainreturntoyourcarriage。

"Notreturntoit？"sheexclaimed。"Butarewethentoleaveithere？"

"Iamafraidthereisnohelpforthat。"

"But，Monsieur，youdonotknow；thereisatreasureinthatcarriage。

Allthatwehaveispackedinit，andifwegowithoutitwegodestitute。"

"Better，perhaps，togodestitutethannottogoatall，Mademoiselle。

Iamafraidthereisnochoiceforyou。"

Hismannerwasatrifleimpatient。Itirritatedhimthatinsuchamomentsheshouldgivesomuchthoughttohervaluables。Butinrealityshewasthinkingoftheminasmuchastheyconcernedhermother，whowasbelow，andherfatherandbrotherwhoawaitedtheminPrussia，whithertheyhadseparatelyemigrated。Theimpatienceinhistonestungherintoafeelingofresentment，thatforthemomentseemedtoblotoutthemuchthatsheowedhim。Areproachfulwordwastremblingonherlips，whensuddenlyheputouthishand。

"Hist！"hewhispered，theconcentratedlookofonewholistensstampeduponhisface。Hissharpearshaddetectedsomesoundwhich—perhapsthroughherpreoccupation—shehadnotnoticed。HesteppedquicklytotheCaptain’sside，andtakingupthelampbyitschain，heleaptintotheairlikeaclown，andcamedownonhisheelswithathudthatshookthechamber。Simultaneouslyhedroppedthelampwithaclatter，andsentashoutre—echoingthroughthehouse。

Thegirlstaredathimwithpartedlipsandtheleastlookoffearinhereyes。Washegonecleanmadofasudden？

Butnowthesoundwhichhadwarnedhimofsomeone’sapproachreachedherearsaswell。Therewerestepsonthestairs，whichatthatalarmingnoisewereinstantlyquickened。YeteretheyhadreachedthetopLaBoulayewasatthedoorvociferatingwildly。

Intotheroomcamethehostess，breathlessandgrinningwithanxiety，andbehindhercameGuyot，who，startledbythedin，hadhasteneduptoinquireintoitscause。

AtsightoftheCaptainstretcheduponthefloortherewasascreamfromMotherCapouladeandanoathfromthesoldier。

"MonDieu！whathashappened？"shecried，hurryingforward。

"Miserable！"exclaimedLaBoulaye，withwell—feignedanger。"Itseemsthatyourwretchedhovelistumblingtopieces，andthatmenarenotsafebeneathitsroof。"Andheindicatedthebrokenplasterandthefallenlamp。

"Howdidithappen，Citoyenne—deputy？"askedGuyot；forallthathedrewtheonlypossibleinferencefromwhathesaw。

"Canyounotseehowithappened？"returnedLaBoulaye，impatiently。

"Asforyou，wretchedwoman，youwillsufferforit，Ipromiseyou。

ThenationislikelytodemandahighpriceforCaptainCharlot’sinjuries。"

"But，bonDieu，howamItoblame？"wailedthefrightenedwoman。

"Toblame，"echoedLaBoulaye，inafuriousvoice。"Areyounottoblamethatyouletroomsinacrazyhovel？Letthemtoemigresasmuchasyouwill，butifyouletthemtogoodpatriotsandtherebyendangertheirlivesyoumusttaketheconsequences。Andtheconsequencesinthiscasearelikelytobesevere，malheureuse。"

HeturnednowtoGuyot，whowaskneelingbytheCaptain，andlookingtohishurt。

"Here，Guyot，"hecommandedsharply，"reconducttheCitoyennetohercoach。Iwillperhapsseeheragainlater，whentheCaptainshallhaverecoveredconsciousness。You，CitoyenneCapoulade，assistmetocarryhimtobed。"

Eachobeyedhim，Guyotreadily，asbecameasoldier，andthehostesstremblingwiththedreadwhichLaBoulaye’swordshadinstilledintoher。TheygotCharlottobed，andwhenahalf—hourorsolaterherecoveredconsciousness，itwastofindGuyotwatchingathisbed—side。

Bewildered，hedemandedanexplanationofhispresentpositionandofthepaininhishead，whichbroughthimthememoryofasuddenandunaccountableblowhehadreceived，whichwasthelastthingthatheremembered。Guyot，whohadneverforamomententertainedadoubtofthegenuinenessofthemise—en—sceneLaBoulayehadprepared，answeredhimwiththeexplanationofhowhehadbeenstruckbythefallinglamp，whereuponCharlotfelltocursinglampsandcrumblingswithhorridvolubility。Thatdonehewouldhaverisen，butthatLaBoulaye，enteringatthatmoment，insistedthatheshouldremainabed。

"Areyoumad？"theDeputyexpostulated，"orisitthatyoudonotappreciatethenatureofyourhurt？Diable！Ihaveknownamandiethroughinsistingtobeaboutwithacrackedskullthatwasasnothingtoyours。"

"Nameofaname！gaspedCharlot，whoinsuchmatterswasprofoundlyignorantandcorrespondinglycredulous。"Isitsoserious？"

"Notseriousifyouliestillandsleep。Youwillprobablybequitewellbyto—morrow。Butifyoumoveto—nighttheconsequencesmaywellbefatal。"

"ButIcannotsleepatthishour，"theCaptaincomplained。"Iamverywakeful，"

"Wewilltrytofindyouasleepingpotion，then，"saidLaBoulaye。

"Ihopethehosteenmayhavesomethingthatwillanswerthepurpose。

Meanwhile，Guyot，donotallowtheCaptaintotalk。Ifyouwouldhavehimwellto—morrow，rememberthatitisofthefirstimportancethatheshouldhaveutterresttonight。"

WiththathewentinquestofDameCapouladetoascertainwhethershepossessedanypotionthatwouldinducesleep。HetoldherthattheCaptainwasseriouslyinjured，andthatunlessheslepthemightdie，and，quickenedbytheterrorofwhatmightbefallherinsuchacase，thewomanpresentlyproducedasmallphialfullofabrown，viscousfluid。Whatitmightbehehadnonotion，beingallunversedinthemysteriesofthepharmacopoeia；butshetoldhimthatithadbelongedtohernowdefuncthusband，whohadalwayssaidthattendropsofitwouldmakeamansleeptheclockround。

HeexperimentedontheCaptainwithtendrops，andwithinaquarterofanhouroftakingthedraughtofredwineinwhichitwasadministered，Charlot’sdeepbreathingproclaimedhimfastasleep。

Thatdone，LaBoulayesentGuyotbelowtohispostoncemore，andreturningtotheroominwhichtheyhadsupped，hepacedupanddownforafullhour，revolvinginhismindthematterofsavingMademoiselleandhermother。Atlast，towardsteno’clock，heopenedthecasement，andcallingdowntoGuyot，asCharlothaddone，hebadehimbringthewomenupagain。NowGuyotknewofthehighpositionwhichCaronoccupiedintheConvention，andhehadseentheintimaterelationsinwhichhestoodtoTardivet，sothatunhesitatinglyhenowobeyedhim。

LaBoulayeclosedthewindow，andcrossedslowlytothefire。Hestirredtheburninglogswithhisboot，thenstoodtherewaiting。

Presentlythestairscreaked，nextthedooropened，andGuyotusheredinMademoiselle。

"Theeldercitoyennerefusestocome，Citizen—deputy，"saidthesoldier。"Theybothinsistedthatitwasnotnecessary，andthattheCitoyenneherewouldansweryourquestions。"

AlmostonthepointofcommandingthesoldiertoreturnfortheMarquise，Caroncaughtthegirl’seye，andherglancewassosignificantthathethoughtitbesttohearfirstwhatmotivesshehadforthusdisobeyinghim。

"Verywell，"hesaidshortly。"Youmaygobelow，Guyot。ButholdyourselfinreadinesslestIshouldhaveneedofyou。"

Thesoldiersalutedanddisappeared。ScarcewashegonewhenMademoisellecamehurryingforward。

"MonsieurCaron，"shecried"Heavenissurelybefriendingus。Thesoldiersaredrinkingthemselvesoutoftheirwits。Theywillbekeepingaslackwatchpresently。"

Helookedatherforamoment，fathomingthepurportofwhatshesaid。

"But，"hedemandedatlast，"whydidnottheMarquiseobeymysummons，andaccompanyyou？"

"Shewasafraidtoleavethecoach，Monsieur。Moreover，sheagreedwithmethatitwouldnotbenecessary。"

"Notnecessary？"heechoed。"Butitisnecessary。WhenlastyouwerehereItoldyouIdidnotintendyoushouldreturntothecoach。

Thisismyplan，Citoyenne。IshallkeepGuyotwaitingbelowwhileyouandyourmotherarefortifyingyourselvesbysupperhere。ThenIshalldismisshimwitharecommendationthathekeepaclosewatchuponthecarriage，andtheinformationthatyouwillnotbereturningtoitto—night。Ahalf—hourlaterorso，whenthingsarequiet，I

shallfindawayoutforyoubytheback，afterwhichtherestmustremaininyourhands。MoreIcannotdo。"

"Youcan，"shecried；"youcan。"

"Ifyouwillenlightenme，"saidhe，withthefaintesttouchofirony。

Shelookedathisstern，sardonicfaceandsolemngreyeyes，andforamomentitalmostseemedtoherthatshehatedhimmorethananybodyintheworld。Hewassopassionless，somasterofhimself，andheaddressedherinatonewhich，whilstitsuggestedthatheaccountedhimselfmostfullyherequal，madeherfeelthathewasreallyherbetterbymuch。Ifoneofthesetwowasanaristocrat，surelythatonewastheCitizen—deputyLaBoulaye。

"Ifyouhadbutthewillyouwoulddoit，Monsieur，"sheansweredhim。"Itisnotminetoenlightenyou；Iknownothow。"

"Ihavetheverybestwillintheworld，Citoyenne，"saidhe。"OfthatIthinkthatIamgivingproof。"

"Aye，thewilltodonothingthatwillshameyourmanhood，"sherejoined。"Thatisallyouthinkof。Itwasbecauseyourmanhoodbadeyouthatyoucametomyrescue—soyousaidwhenyoudeclinedmythanks。Itisthismanhoodofyours，Imakenodoubt，thatisnowprevailinguponyoutodelivertwounprotectedwomenoutofthehandsofthesebrigands。"

"InHeaven’sname，Citoyenne，"quoththeastonishedDeputy，"outofwhatsentimentwouldyouhavemeact，and，indeed，sothatIsaveyou，howcanitconcernyoubywhatsentimentIamprompted？"

Shepausedamomentbeforereplying。Hereyesweredowncast，andsomeofthecolourfadedfromhercheeks。Shecarneastepnearer，whichbroughtherveryclosetohim。

"Monsieur，"shefalteredveryshyly，"intheolddaysatBellecouryouwouldhaveservedmeoutofothersentiments。"

Hestartednowinspiteofhimself，andeyedherwithasuddengleamofhope，ortriumph，ormistrust，orperhapsofallthree。Thenhisglancefell，andhisvoicewaswistful。

"Buttheolddaysaredead，Mademoiselle。"

"Thedays，yes，"sheanswered，takingcouragefromhistone。"ButloveMonsieur，iseverlasting—itneverdies，theysay。"

AndnowitwasLaBoulayewhodrewcloser，andthismanwhohadsorigidlyschooledhimselfoutofallemotions，felthisbreathquickening，andhispulsesthrobbingfasterandfaster。Tohimitseemedthatshewasright，andthatloveneverdied—fortheloveforher，whichhebelievedhehadthrottledoutofexistencelongago，seemedofasuddentotakelifeasvigorouslyasever。AndthenitwasasifsomebreezeoutofthepastboretohisnostrilsthesmellofthevioletsandofthemoistearthofthatAprilmorningwhenshehadrepulsedhiminthewoodsofBellecour。Hisemotiondieddown。Hedrewback，andstoodrigidbeforeher。

"Andifitweretolive，Citoyenne，"hesaid—theresumptionoftheRepublicanformofaddressshowedthathehadsteppedbackintothespiritaswellasintheflesh"whatmanneroffoolwereItoagainsubmitittothelashofscornitearnedwhenfirstitwasdiscovered？"

"Butthatbelongedtotheolddays，"shecried，"anditisdeadwiththeolddays。’

"Itisvaintogoback，Citoyenne，"hecutin，andhisvoicerangharshwithdetermination。

Shebitherlipundercoverofherbenthead。Ifshehadhatedhimbeforehowmuchmoredidshenothatehimnow？Andbutamomentbackithadseemedtoherthatshehadlovedhim。Shehadheldoutherhandstohimandhehadscornedthem；inhereagernessshehadbeenunmaidenly，andallthatshehadearnedhadbeenhumiliation。

Shequiveredwithshameandanger，andsinkingintothenearestchairsheburstintoapassionoftears。

ThusbyaccidentdidshestumbleupontheveryweaponwherewithtomakeanutterroutofallCaron’sresolutions。Forknowingnothingofthefountainfromwhichthosetearswerespringing，anddeemingthemtheexpressionofagriefpureandunalloyed—saving，perhaps，byaworthypenitence—hesteppedswiftlytoherside。

"Mademoiselle，"hemurmured，andhistonewasasgentleandbeseechingasithadlatelybeenimperious。"Nay，Mademoiselle，Iimploreyou！"

Buthertearscontinued，andhersobsshooktheslenderframeasiftoshatterit。Hedroppeduponhisknees。Scarcelyknowingwhathedid，hesethisarmaboutherwaistinacaressofprotection。

Alongcurlofherblack，unpowderedhairlayagainsthischeek。

"Mademoiselle，"hemurmured，andshetookcomfortatthesoothingtone。

>Fromitshejudgedhimmalleablenow，thathadbeensosternandunyieldingbefore。Sheraisedhereyes，andthroughhertearssheturnedtheirheavenlybluefulluponthegreydepthsofhis。

"Youwillnotbelieveme，Monsieur，"shecomplainedsoftly。"YouwillnotbelievethatIcanhavechangedwiththetimes；thatIseethingsdifferentlynow。IfyouweretocometomeagainasinthewoodsatBellecour—"Shepausedabruptly，hercheeksflamedscarlet，andshecoveredthemwithherhands。

"Suzanne！"hecried，seekingtodrawthosehandsaway。"Isittrue，this？Youcare，beloved！"

Sheuncoveredherfaceatlast。Againtheireyesmet。

"Iwasright，"shewhispered。"Loveneverdies，yousee。"

"Andyouwillmarryme，Suzanne？"heaskedincredulously。

Sheinclinedherhead，smilingthroughhertears，andhewouldhavecaughthertohimbutthatsheroseofasudden。

"Hist！"shecried，raisingherfinger："someoneiscoming。"

Helistened，holdinghisbreath，butnosoundstirred。Hewenttothedoorandpeeredout。Allwasstill。Buttheinterruptionservedtoimpresshimwiththefactthattimewasspeeding，andthatallunsuspiciousthoughGuyotmightbeasyet，itwasmorethanpossiblethathissuspicionswouldbearousedifsheremainedtheremuchlonger。

Hementionedthis，andhewasbeginningtorefertohisplanfortheirescapewhenshethrustitaside，insistingthattheymustdepartintheircoach，sothattheirtreasuremightalsobesaved。"

"Bereasonable，Suzanne，"hecried。"Itisimpossible。"

Acloudofvexationsweptacrossheravertedface。

"Nay，surelynotimpossible，"sheanswered。"Listen，Caron，therearetwotreasuresinthatcoach。Oneisinmoneyandingoldandsilverplate；theotherisingems，andamountstothricethevalueoftherest。Thislatterismydowry。ItisafortunewithwhichwecanquitFranceandbetakeourselveswhereverourfancyleadsus。

Wouldyouaskmetoabandonthatandcometoyoupenniless，compelledtherebytoliveinperpetualterrorinacountrywhereatanymomentanenemymightcastatmethewordaristocrate，andtherebyruinme？"

TherewasnocupidityinLaBoulaye’snature，andeventheprospectofanindependentfortunewouldhaveweighedlittlewithhimhaditnotbeenbackedbytheotherargumentsheemployedtouchingtheterrorthatwouldbeeverwithherdidtheydwellinFrance。

Hestooddeepinthought，hishandtohisbrow，thrustingbackthelongblackhairfromhiswhiteforehead，whattimesherecapitulatedherargument。

"Buthow？"heexclaimed，inexasperation"Tellmehow？"

"Thatisforyoutodiscover，Caron。"

Hethrusthishandsdeepintohispockets，andsethimselftopacethechamber。Andnowhisfingerscameincontactwithsomethingforeign。Idlyhedrewitforth，anditprovedtobethephialMotherCapouladehadgivenhim，andfromwhichhehadpouredthetendropsfortheCaptain’ssleepingpotion。Hiseyesbrightenedwithinspiration。Herewasatoolwhosepossibilitieswerevast。

Thenhisbrowswereknitagain。

"Wait，"hesaidslowly。"Letmethink。"

CHAPTERXI

THEESCAPE

Restinghiselbowonthetable，andwithhishandtohisbrow，Caronsatdeepinthought，hisforefingerandthumbpressedagainsthisclosedeyelids。FrombeyondtheboardMademoisellewatchedhimanxiouslyandwaited。Atlasthelookedup。

"IthinkIhaveit，"heannounced，rising。"Yousaythatthemenaredrinkingheavily。Thatshouldmateriallyassistus。"

Sheaskedhimwhatplanhehadconceived，butheurgedthattimepressed；sheshouldknowpresently；meanwhile，shehadbestreturnimmediatelytohercarriage。HewenttothedoortocallGuyot，butshestayedhim。

"No，no，Monsieur，"sheexclaimed。"Iwillnotpassthroughthecommon—roomagaininthatfellow’scompany。Theyareallinthere，carousing，and—andIdarenot。"

Asiftoconfirmherwords，nowthatheheldthedooropen，hecaughtsomesoundsofmirthandthedroneofvoicesfrombelow。

"Comewithme，then，"saidhe，takinguponeofthecandles。"Iwillescortyou。"

Togethertheydescendedthenarrowstaircase，LaBoulayegoingfirst，toguideher，sincetwomightnotgoabreast。Atthefoottherewasadoor，whichheopened，andthen，attheendofashortpassage—inwhichthedroneofvoicessoundedveryloudandinparticularone，crackedvoicethatwasraisedinsong—theygainedthedoorofthecommon—room。AsLaBoulayepusheditopentheycameuponasceneofBacchanalianrevelry。OnachairthathadbeensetuponthetabletheybeheldMotherCapouladeenthronedlikeaGoddessofLiberty，andwearingaPhrygiancaponherdishevelledlocks。Heryellowcheekswereflushedandhereyeswatery，whilstherswasthecrazyvoicethatsang。

Aroundthetable，ineveryconceivableattitudeofabandonment，satCaptainCharlot’sguard—everymanoftheten—andwiththemthesixmenandthecorporalofLaBoulaye’sescort，allmoreorlessinaconditionofdrunkenness。

"Lejourdegloireestarrive？"sangthecroakingvoiceofDameCapoulade，andthereitstoppedabruptlyuponcatchingsightofLaBoulayeandhiscompanioninthedoorway。Mademoiselleshiveredoutofloathing；butLaBoulayefelthispulsesquickenedwithhope，forsurelyallthiswascalculatedtoassisthiminhispurpose。

Attheabruptinterruptionofthelandlady’sversionofthe"Marseillaise"themenswunground，anduponseeingtheDeputytheysoughtinludicroushastetorepairthedisorderoftheirappearance。

"So！"thunderedCaron。"Thisisthewatchyoukeep？Thisishowyouaretobetrusted？Andyou，Guyot，"hecontinued，pointinghisfingerattheman。"DidInotbidyouawaitmyorders？Isthishowyouwait？YouseethatIamcompelledtoreconducttheCitoyennemyself，forImighthavecalledyouinvainallnight。"

Guyotcameforwardsheepishly，andatrifleunsteadyinhisgait。

"Ididnothearyoucall，Citizen，"hemuttered。

"Ithadbeenamiracleifyouhadwiththisdin，"answeredLaBoulaye。

"Here，taketheCitoyennebacktohercarriage。"

ObedientlyGuyotledtheCitoyenneacrosstheroomandoutintothecourtyard，andthemen，restrainedbyLaBoulaye’sseverepresence，daredscarcelysomuchasraisetheireyestoherasshepassedout。

"Andnowtoyourposts，"wasCaron’ssterncommand。"Bymysoul，ifyouweremenofmineIwouldhaveyoufloggedforthis。Outwithyou！"Andhepointedimperiouslytothedoor。

"Itisabitternight，Citizen，"grumbledoneofthem。

"Doyoucallyourselfsoldiers，anddoesatouchoffrostmakecowardsofyou？Outside，youoldwives，atonce！I’llseeyouatyourpostbeforeIgotobed。"

Andwiththathesethimselftodrivethemout，andtheywent，untilnonebuthisownhalf—dozenremained。Thesehebadedisposethemselvesaboutthehearth，inwhichtheyveryreadilyobeyedhim。

Onaside—tablestoodahugesteamingcanwhichhadattractedLaBoulaye’sattentionfromthemomentthathehadenteredtheroom。

Hewenttopeerintothis，andfounditfullalmosttothebrimofmulledredwine。

Withhisbacktothoseintheroom，soastoscreenhisactions，hehaduncorkedthephialashewasapproachingthecan。Now，ashemadepretencefirsttopeerintoitandthentosmellitscontents，hesurreptitiouslyemptiedthepotionintoit，wonderingvaguelytohimselfwhetherthemenwouldeverwakeagainiftheyhaddrunkit。

SlippingthephialintohissashheturnedtoMotherCapoulade，whohaddescendedfromthetableandstoodlookingveryfoolish。

"Whatisthis？"hedemandedangrily。

"Itwasalastcupofwineforthemen，"shefaltered。"Thenightisbitterlycold，Citizen，"sheadded，bywayofexcusingherself。

"Bah！"snarledCaron，andforamomenthestoodthereasifdeliberating。"Iammindedtoemptyitintothekennel，"heannounced。

"Citizen！"criedthewoman，inalarm。"Itisgoodwine，andIhavespicedit。"

"Well，"herelented，"theymayhaveit。Butseethatitisthelastto—night。"

Andwiththathestrodeacrosstheroom，andwithasurly"Good—night"

tohismen，hemountedthestairsoncemore。

Hewaitedperhapstenminutesinthechamberabove，thenhewenttothecasement，andsoftlyopenedthewindow。Itwasasheexpected。

Withtheexceptionofthecoachstandinginthemiddleoftheyard，andjustdiscerniblebytheglowofthesmoulderingfiretheyhadbuilttherebutallowedtoburnlow，theplacewasuntenanted。

Believinghimtohaveretiredforthenight，themenwerebackagaininthemorecongenialatmosphereofthehostelry，drinkingthemselvesnodoubtintoastuporwiththatlastcanofdruggedwine。Hesatdowntoquietlymaturehisplans，andtothinkouteverydetailofwhathewasabouttodo。Attheendofahalf—hour，silencereigningthroughoutthehouse，herose。HecreptsoftlyintoCharlot’schamberandpossessedhimselfoftheCaptain’soutergarments。Thesehecarriedbacktothesitting—room，andextractedfromthecoatpockettwohugekeystiedtogetherwithapieceofstring。Heneverdoubtedthattheywerethekeyshesought，oneopeningthestabledoorandtheotherthegatesoftheporte—cochere。

Hereplacedthegarments，andthentomakedoublysure，hewaitedyet—inafeverofimpatience—anotherhalf—hourbyhiswatch。

Itwantedafewminutestomidnightwhen，takinguphiscloakandalanternhehadlighted，hewentbelowoncemore。Inthecommon—roomhefoundpreciselythescenehehadexpected。BothCharlot’smenandhisownfollowerslayaboutthefloorinallconceivablemannerofattitudes，theirsenseslockeddeepinthedrunkenstuporthatpossessedthem。Twoorthreehadremainedseated，andhadfallenacrossthetable，whenovercome。OfthesewasMotherCapoulade，whoseheadlaysidewaysonhercurledarms，andfromwhosethroatthereissuedaresonantandmelodioussnore。

MostofthefacesthatLaBoulayecouldseewerehorriblylividandbedewedwithsweat，andagainitcameintohismindtowonderwhetherhehadoverdonethings，andtheywouldwakenomore。Ontheotherhand，anevengreaterfearbesethim，thatthedrugmighthavebeeninsufficient。Bywayoftestingit，hecaughtonefellowwholayacrosshispathaviolentkickintheside。Themangruntedinhissleep，andstirredslightly，torelapsealmostatonceintohishelplessattitude，andtoresumehisregularbreathing，whichtheblowhadinterrupted。

LaBoulayesmiledhissatisfaction，andwithoutfurtherhesitancypassedoutintotheyard。HehadyetagooddealtosaytoMademoiselle，buthecouldnotbringhimselftospeaktoherbeforehermother，particularlyasherealisedhowmuchtheMarquisemightbeopposedtohim。Heopenedthecarriagedoor。

"Mademoiselle，"hecalledsoftly，"willyoudomethefavourtoalightforaninstant？Imustspeaktoyou。"

"Canyounotsaywhatyouhavetosaywhereyouare？"cametheMarquise’svoice。

"No，Madame，"answeredLaBoulayecoldly，"Icannot。"

"Oh，itis’Madame’and’Mademoiselle’now，eh？Whathaveyoudonetotheman，child，tohaveearnedussomuchdeference。"

"MayIremindMademoiselle，"putinLaBoulayefirmly，"thattimepresses，andthatthereismuchtobedone？"

"Iamhere，Monsieur"sheanswered，aswithoutmoreado，andheedlessofhermother’sfreshremarks，shesteppedfromthecarriage。

LaBoulayeprofferedhiswristtoassisthertoalight，thenreclosedthedoor，andledherslowlytowardsthestable。

"Wherearethesoldiers？"shewhispered。

"Everysoulintheinnisasleep，"heanswered。"Ihavedruggedthemall，fromtheCaptaindowntothehostess。Theonlyoneleftistheostler，whoissleepinginoneoftheouthouseshere。Himyoumusttakewithyou，notonlybecauseitisnotpossibletodrughimaswell，butalsobecausetheblameofyourescapemustrestonsomeone，anditmayaswellrestonhimasanother。"

"Butwhynotonyou？"sheasked。

"BecauseImustremain。"

"Ah！"Itwasnomorethanabreathofinterrogation，andherfacewasturnedtowardshimassheawaitedanexplanation。

"Ihavegivenitmuchthought，Suzanne，andunlesssomeoneremainstocover，asitwere，yourretreat，Iamafraidthatyourflightmightbevain，andthatyouwouldrunanoverwhelmingriskofrecapture。Youmustremembertheresourcefulnessofthisfellow，Tardivet，andhispowerinthecountryhere。IfheweretoawaketothediscoverythatIhaddupedhim，hewouldbeupandafterus，andImakelittledoubtthatitwouldnotbelongerehefoundthescentandranustoearth。TomorrowIshalldiscoveryourflightandthevillainyoftheostler，andIshallsoorganisethepursuitthatyoushallnotbeovertaken。"

Therewasamoment’spause，duringwhichLaBoulayeseemedtoexpectsomequestion。Butnonecame，soheproceeded：

"YouroriginalintentionwastomakeforPrussia，whereyousaythatyourfatherandyourbrotherareawaitingyou。"

"Yes，Monsieur。BeyondtheMoselle—atTreves。"

"Youmustalteryourplans，"saidheshortly。"Yourmother，nodoubt，willinsistuponrepairingthither，andIwillseethattheroadisleftopenforherescape。AtSoigniesyou，Suzanne，canhireyourselfaberline，thatwilltakeyoubacktoFrance。"

"BacktoFrance？"sheechoed。

"Yes，backtoFrance。Thatistheunlikeliestroadonwhichtothinkofpursuingyou，andthusyouwillbaffleCharlot。LetyourmotherproceedonherjourneytoPrussia，buttellhertoavoidCharleroi，andtogoroundbyLiege。ThusonlycanshehopetoescapeTardivet’smenthatarepatrollingtheroadfromFrance。

Asforyou，Suzanne，youhadbestgoNorthasfarasOudenarde，soastocircumventtheCaptain’sbrigandsonthatside。ThenmakestraightforRoubaix，andawaitmeatthe’HoteldesCloches。’"

"But，Monsieur，Ishudderattheverythoughtofre—enteringFrance。"

"AsMademoiselledeBellecour，aproscribedaristocrat，thatiseveryreasonforyourfears。ButIhavegiven。thematterthoughtandIcanpromiseyouthatastheCitoyenneLaBoulaye，wifeoftheCitizen—deputyCaronLaBoulaye，youwillbeassafeasIshouldbemyself，ifyouarequestioned，and，inresponse，youwillfindnothingbuteagernesstoserveyouoneveryhand。"

Shespokenowofthedifficultieshermotherwouldmake，buthedismissedthematterbyremindingherthathermothercouldnotdetainherbyforce。Againshealludedtoherdowry，butthatalsohedismissed，biddingherleaveitbehind。Herfamilywouldneedthemoney，toberealisedbythejewels。Asforherself，heassuredherthatashiswifeshewouldnotwant，andshowedherhowidlewasherdreadoflivinginFrance。

"Andnow，Mademoiselle，"hesaid，morebriskly，"letusseetothisostler。"

Heopenedthedooroftheouthouse，anduncoveringhislanternheraiseditabovehishead。Itsyellowlightrevealedtothemasleeperonthestrawinacorner。LaBoulayeenteredandstirredthemanwithhisfoot。

Thefellowsatupblinkingstupidlyanddraggingoddwispsofstrawfromhisgreyhair。

"What’samiss？"hegrunted。

AsbrieflyasmightbeLaBoulayeinformedhimthathewastoreceiveamatteroffivehundredfrancsifhewouldjourneyintoPrussiawiththeci—devantMarquisedeBellecour。

Fivehundredfrancs？Itwasavastsum，thetenthofwhichhadneverbeenhisatanyonetimeofhiswretchedlife。ForfivehundredfrancshewouldhavejourneyedintoHades，andLaBoulayefoundhimwillingenoughtogotoPrussia，andhadnoneedtoresorttothemoreforciblemeasureshehadcomepreparedtoemploy。

Accompaniedbytheostler，theynowpassedtothestables，andwhenLaBoulayehadunlockedthedoorandcutthebondsthatpinionedtheMarquis’scoachman，theygotthehorses，andtogethertheyharnessedthemasquietlyasmightbe。

Thenworkingwithinfiniteprecaution，andaslittlesoundaspossible，theybroughtthemoutintotheyardandsetthemintheshaftsofthecarriage。Therestwaseasywork，andaquarterofanhourlatertheheavyvehiclerumbledthroughtheporte—cochereandstartedonitswaytoSoignies。

LaBoulayedroppedthekeysintoabucketandwentwithin。Inthecommon—roomnothinghadchanged，andthemenlayaboutpreciselyashehadleftthem。Reassured，hewentaboveandtookapeepattheCaptain，whomhefoundsnoringlustily。

Satisfiedthatallwaswell，Caronpassedquietlytohisownchamber，andwithanelationofsoulsuchashadneverbeenhissinceboyhood，hefellasleepamidvisionsofSuzanneandthenewlifehewastoenteruponinhersweetcompany。

CHAPTERXII

THEAWAKENING

LaBoulayeawakenedbetimesnextmorning。Itmaybethatthematteronhismindandthebusinessthatwastowardarousedhim；certainlyitwasnoneofthesoundsthatarecommontoaninnatearlymorn，fortheplacewasassilentasatomb。

Somesecondsheremainedonhisback，staringatthewhitewashedceilingandlisteningtothepatteroftherainagainsthiswindow。

Then，ashismindgatheredupthethreadsofrecollection，heleaptfromhisbedandmadehastetoassumeagarmentortwo。

Hestoodamomentathiscasement，lookingoutintotheemptycourtyard。Fromaleadenskytherainwasdescendinginsheets，andthegargoyleattheendoftheeavesoverheadwasdischargingasteadycolumnofwaterintotheyard。CaronshiveredwiththecoldofthatgloomyFebruarymorning，andturnedawayfromthewindow。

AfewmomentslaterhewasinTardivet’sbedchamber，vigorouslyshakingthesleepingCaptain。

"Up，Charlot！Awake！"heroaredintheman’sear。

"Whato’clock？"heaskedwithayawn。Thenasuddengroanescapedhim，andheputhishandtohishead。"Thousanddevils！"heswore，"whataheadache！"

ButLaBoulayewasnotthereonanymissionofsympathy，nordidhewastewordsinconveyinghisnews。

"Thecoachisgone，"heannouncedemphatically。

"Coach？Whatcoach？"askedtheCaptain，knittinghisbrows。

"Whatcoach？"echoedLaBoulayetestily。"Howmanycoacheswerethere？Why，theBellecourcoach；thecoachwiththetreasure。"

AtthatCharlotgrewverywide—awake。Heforgothisheadacheandhisinterestinthetimeofday。

"Gone？"hebellowed。"Howgone？Pardieu，itisnotpossible！"

"Lookforyourself，"wasLaBoulaye’sanswerashewavedhishandinthedirectionofthewindow。"Idon’tknowwhatmannerofwatchyourmencanhavekeptthatsuchathingshouldhavecomeabout。