'I do not think it is very dangerous at present, mademoiselle, although it may be later, if this rage against the aristocrats increases; but I hope that when he has once seen you, which is his principal object in returning to Paris, he will carry our his father's wishes and make for the frontier, for his presence here can be of no possible utility.'
'Oh, I hope so,' Marie said, 'for I am sure Victor would soon be found out, he could never make himself look like one of these canaille.'
'Why shouldn't he?' Jeanne said indignantly. 'Harry does, and he is just as good-looking as Victor.'
Marie burst into a fit of laughter.
'What a champion you are, child, to be sure! But you are quite right. Clothes, after all, do go a long way towards making a man. Still, although I think that it is dangerous for Harry, I think it will be more dangerous for Victor; because, you see, he is a man and he has the manner of his race, and would find it more difficult to pass himself off as a workman than Harry, who has got something of English'—and she hesitated.
'Roughness,' Harry put in laughing. 'You are quite right, mademoiselle. I can assure you that with these thick shoes on I find it quite natural for me to slouch along as the workmen do; and it will be much more difficult for the count, who always walks with his head thrown back, and a sort of air of looking down upon mankind in general.'
Marie laughed this time.
'That is a fair retort. Victor certainly has the grand manner. However, I shall order him to go; and if he won't obey his father's wishes, he will have to give way to mine.'
'I think, mademoiselle, that it would be wiser for Monsieur de Gisons to meet you elsewhere than here. The arrival of three relations to stop with Madame Moulin is sure to attract some little attention among her neighbours just at first. You will be the subject of talk and gossip. My visit will no doubt be noticed, and it will be as well that there should not be more material for talk. The less we attract attention the better. No doubt many have escaped arrest, and there will be a sharp look-out, for, as they will call us, suspicious persons. I should propose, if you have no objection to such a course, that you should stroll out with your sisters and Louise through the fields to St. Denis. The count will be in my room in a few minutes. We can keep a look-out from my window and follow you at a distance until we get clear from observation beyond the gates.'
Marie looked at Madame Moulin, who nodded.
'That would be the best plan, my dear. What Monsieur Sandwith says is very true. The less we give the neighbours to gossip about the better; for though your disguises are good, if sharp eyes are watching you they may note something in your walk or air that may excite suspicion.'
'That being arranged then you must excuse me, for it is just the time when the count was to arrive, and I fancy that he will be before rather than behind time.'
Indeed, upon reaching the door of his room Harry found the young count standing there.
'Oh, it is you, friend Harry! I have been here ten minutes, and I began to be afraid that something might have happened to you and to imagine all sorts of things.'
'It is still three or four minutes before the time we agreed upon, Victor,' Harry said in a loud voice, for at this moment one of the other doors opened, and a woman came out with a basket in her arms.
'I have been looking about as usual, but without luck so far. I suppose you have had no better fortune in your search for work?' He had by this time unlocked his door, and the two entered together.
'I must call you by your Christian name, count, and will do so, if you don't mind, when alone as at other times, otherwise the title might slip out accidentally. Will you, on your part, call me Henri? As you know the marquis and his family called me Harry, which is the ordinary way in England of calling anyone whose name is Henry, that is unless he is a soft sort of fellow; but I must ask them to call me Henri now, Harry would never do here.'
'Have you seen them?' was the count's first question.
'I have just left them, Victor, and if you look out from that window into the street you will in a few minutes see them also; they are just going for a ramble towards St. Denis, and we will follow them. I thought it safer not to attract attention by going to the house, and I also thought that it would be more pleasant for you to talk to Mademoiselle de St. Caux out there in the fields, than in a little room with us present.
'Much more pleasant; indeed, I was wondering whether I should get an opportunity for a few minutes' talk alone with her.'
They both took their places at the open window and leaned out apparently chatting and carelessly watching what was passing in the street.
A quarter of an hour later they saw Louise Moulin and the girls come out of their house.
'We had better come away from the window now,' Harry said; 'Virginie might look up and nod, we can't be too careful.'
They waited three or four minutes to allow the others to get well ahead and then started out after them; they walked fast until they caught sight of the others, and then kept some distance behind until the party had left the town and were out among the fields which lay between Paris and St. Denis. They then quickened their pace and were soon up with them.
The greeting between the lovers was a silent one, few words were spoken, but their faces expressed their joy at meeting again after the perils through which they had passed; there was a little pause, and then Harry, as usual, took the lead.
'I will stroll on to St. Denis and back with Jeanne and Virginie; Madame Moulin can sit down on that log over there, and go on with her knitting; you, Victor, can ramble on with mademoiselle by that path through the field; we will agree to meet here again in an hour.'
This arrangement was carried out; Jeanne and Virginie really enjoyed their walk; the latter thought their disguise was great fun, and, being naturally a little mimic, imitated so well the walk and manner of the country children she had seen in her walks near the chateau that her sister and Harry were greatly amused.
'I like this too, Harry,' Jeanne said. 'It would not be nice to be a peasant girl for many things; but it must be joyful to be able to walk, and run, and do just as you please, without having a gouvernante always with you to say, Hold up your head, Mademoiselle Jeanne; Do not swing your arms, Mademoiselle Jeanne; Please walk more sedately, Mademoiselle Jeanne. Oh, it was hateful! Now we might run, mightn't we, Harry?'
'Oh, by the way, Jeanne, please call me Henri now; Harry is English, and people would notice directly if you happened to say it while anyone is near.'
'I like Harry best,' Jeanne said; 'but, of course, I should not say it before the people; but may we run just for once?'
'Certainly you may,' Harry laughed; 'you and Virginie can have a race to the corner of that wall.'
'Come on, Virginie,' Jeanne cried as she started, and the two girls ran at full speed to the wall; Jeanne, however, completely distancing her younger sister. They were both laughing when Harry came up.
'That is the first time I have run a race,' Jeanne said. 'I have often wanted to try how fast I could run, but I have never ventured to ask mademoiselle; she would have been horrified; but I don't know how it is Virginie does not run faster.'
'Virginie has more flesh,' Harry said smiling. 'She carries weight, as we should say in England, while you have nothing to spare.
'And she is three years older,' Virginie put in. 'Jeanne is just sixteen, and I am not thirteen yet; it makes a difference.'
'A great deal of difference,' Harry agreed; 'but I don't think you will ever run as fast as she does. That will not matter, you know,' he went on, as Virginie looked a little disappointed, 'because it is not likely that you will ever race again; but Jeanne looks cut out for a runner—just the build, you see—tall, and slim, and active.'
'Yes,' Virginie agreed frankly, 'Jeanne has walked ever so far and never gets tired, while I get dreadfully tired; mamma says sometimes I am quite a baby for my age.'
'Here are some people coming,' Harry said; 'as we pass them please talk with a little patois. Your good French would be suspicious.'
All the children of the marquis, from their visits among the peasants' cottages, had picked up a good deal of the Burgundian patois, and when talking among themselves often used the expressions current among the peasantry, and they now dropped into this talk, which Harry had also acquired, as they passed a group of people coming in from St. Denis.
They walked nearly as far as that town, and then turned and reached the point where the party had
