"It is I," said Raynal; then with sudden gravity, "I am the lucky one."And now that the honor and the danger no longer floated vaguely over four heads, but had fixed on one, a sudden silence and solemnity took the place of eager voices.
It was first broken by Private Dard saying, with foolish triumph, "And I held the hat for you, colonel.""Ah, Raynal!" said General Raimbaut, sorrowfully, "it was not worth while to come from Egypt for this."Raynal made no reply to this.He drew out his watch, and said calmly, he had no time to lose; he must inspect the detachments he was to command."Besides," said he, "I have some domestic arrangements to make.Hitherto on these occasions I was a bachelor, now I am married." General Raimbaut could not help sighing.Raynal read this aright, and turned to him, "A droll marriage, my old friend; I'll tell you all about it if ever I have the time.It began with a purchase, general, and ends with--with a bequest, which I might as well write now, and so have nothing to think of but duty afterwards.Where can I write?""Colonel Dujardin will lend you his tent, I am sure.""Certainly."
"And, messieurs," said Raynal, "if I waste time you need not.You can pick me my men from your brigades.Give me a strong spice of old hands."The colonels withdrew on this, and General Raimbaut walked sadly and thoughtfully towards the battery.Dujardin and Raynal were left alone.
"This postpones our affair, sir."
"Yes, Raynal."
"Have you writing materials in your tent?""Yes; on the table."
"You are quite sure the bastion is mined, comrade?"This unexpected word and Raynal's gentle appeal touched Dujardin deeply.It was in a broken voice he replied that he was unfortunately too sure of it.
Raynal received this reply as a sentence of death, and without another word walked slowly into Dujardin's tent.
Dujardin's generosity was up in arms; he followed Raynal, and said eagerly, "Raynal, for Heaven's sake resign this command!""Allow me to write to my wife, colonel," was the cold reply.
Camille winced at this affront, and drew back a moment; but his nobler part prevailed.He seized Raynal by the wrist."You shall not affront me, you cannot affront me.You go to certain death Itell you, if you attack that bastion."
"Don't be a fool, colonel," said Raynal: "somebody must lead the men.""Yes; but not you.Who has so good a right to lead them as I, their colonel?""And be killed in my place, eh?"
"I know the ground better than you," said Camille."Besides, who cares for me? I have no friends, no family.But you are married--and so many will mourn if you"--
Raynal interrupted him sternly."You forget, sir, that Rose de Beaurepaire is my sister, when you tell me you have no tie to life."He added, with wonderful dignity and sobriety, "Allow me to write to my wife, sir; and, while I write, reflect that you can embitter an old comrade's last moments by persisting in your refusal to restore his sister the honor you have robbed her of."And leaving the other staggered and confused by this sudden blow, he retired into Dujardin's tent, and finding writing materials on a little table that was there, sat down to pen a line to Josephine.
Camille knew to whom he was writing, and a jealous pang passed through him.
What he wrote ran thus,--
"A bastion is to be attacked at five.I command.Colonel Dujardin proposed we should draw lots, and I lost.The service is honorable, but the result may, I fear, give you some pain.My dear wife, it is our fate.I was not to have time to make you know, and perhaps love me.God bless you."In writing these ****** words, Raynal's hard face worked, and his mustache quivered, and once he had to clear his eye with his hand to form the letters.He, the man of iron.
He who stood there, leaning on his scabbard and watching the writer, saw this, and it stirred all that was great and good in that grand though passionate heart of his.
"Poor Raynal!" thought he, "you were never like that before on going into action.He is loath to die.Ay, and it is a coward's trick to let him die.I shall have her, but shall I have her esteem? What will the army say? What will my conscience say? Oh! I feel already it will gnaw my heart to death; the ghost of that brave fellow--once my dear friend, my rival now, by no fault of his--will rise between her and me, and reproach me with my bloody inheritance.The heart never deceives; I feel it now whispering in my ear: 'Skulking captain, white-livered soldier, that stand behind a parapet while a better man does your work! you assassinate the husband, but the rival conquers you.' There, he puts his hand to his eyes.What shall I do?""Colonel," said a low voice, and at the same time a hand was laid on his shoulder.
It was General Raimbaut.The general looked pale and distressed.
"Come apart, colonel, for Heaven's sake! One word, while he is writing.Ah! that was an unlucky idea of yours.""Of mine, general?"
"'Twas you proposed to cast lots."
"Good God! so it was."
"I thought of course it was to be managed so that Raynal should not be the one.Between ourselves, what honorable excuse can we make?""None, general."
"The whole division will be disgraced, and forgive me if I say a portion of the discredit will fall on you.""Help me to avert that shame then," cried Camille, eagerly.
"Ah! that I will: but how?"
"Take your pencil and write--'I authorize Colonel Dujardin to save the honor of the colonels of the second division.'"The general hesitated.He had never seen an order so worded.But at last he took out his pencil and wrote the required order, after his own fashion; i.e., in milk and water:--On account of the singular ability and courage with which Colonel Dujardin has conducted the operations against the Bastion St.Andre, a discretionary power is given him at the moment of assault to carry into effect such measures, as, without interfering with the commander-in-chief's order, may sustain his own credit, and that of the other colonels of the second division.
RAIMBAUT, General of Division.
Camille put the paper into his bosom.
