The Maid of Maiden Lane by Amelia E. Barr (adventure books to read TXT) 📖

is a high-flying monarchy man, and not to be taken without great allowance. I hear that Madame Kippon’s daughter, whom Mr. Morris rescued at the last hour, has arrived in New York; and yesterday I met Mr. Van Ariens, who is exceedingly anxious concerning his daughter, the Marquise de Tounnerre.” “Is she in danger? I thought her husband was a leader in the new National Assembly.”

“He is among the Girondists. They are giving themselves airs and making fine speeches at present—but—”

“But what?”

“Their day will be short.”

“What of the king?”

“The royal family are all prisoners in the Temple Tower. I do not dare to read the particulars; but not a single protest against their barbarity is made. Frenchmen who silently saw the Abbaye, the Force, and the Carmes turned into human shambles three months ago, now hold their peace while murders no less horrible are being slowly done in the Temple.”

“They are inconceivable monsters. Poor little Arenta! What will she do?”

“I am not very uneasy for her; she has wit enough to save her life if put to such extremes; her father is much to be pitied; and it is incredible, though true, that the great majority of our people are still singing the MARSEILLAISE, though every letter of it is washed in blood and tears.”

“I am troubled about that pretty little Marquise.”

“She is clever and full of resource. I have had only one letter from her since her marriage, and it was written to the word ‘glories!’ She seemed to be living in a blaze of triumph and very happy. But change is the order of the day in France.”

“Say of the hour, and you are nearer the truth.”

“If Arenta is in trouble she will cry out, and call for help on every hand. I never knew her to make a mistake where her own interests were concerned. I told her father yesterday that it would be very difficult to corner Arenta, and comforted him beyond my hope.”

During this conversation Annie was in a reverie which it in no way touched. She had the faculty of shutting her ears to sounds she did not wish to take into her consciousness, and the French Revolution did not exist for her. She was thinking all the time of her Cousin George, and of the singular abruptness with which his love life had been cut short; and it was this train of thought which led her—when the murmur of voices ceased for a moment—to say impulsively:

“Uncle, it is my desire to go to Philadelphia,” The Earl looked at her with incredulity. “What nonsense, Annie!” he exclaimed. “The thing is impossible.”

“Why impossible?”

“For you, I mean. You would be very ill before the journey was half-finished. The roads, as George will tell you, are nearly impassable; and the weather after this fog may be intensely cold. For you a journey to Philadelphia would be an arduous undertaking, and one without any reasonable motive.”

“Oh, indeed! Do you call George Washington an unreasonable motive? I wish to see him. Imagine me within one hundred miles of this supreme hero, and turning back to England without kissing his hand. I should be laughed at—I should deserve to be laughed at.”

“Yes, if the journey were an easier one.”

“To be sure, the roads and the cold will be trials; but then my uncle, you can give them to me, as God gives trials to His Beloved. He breaks them up into small portions, and puts a night’s sleep between the portions. Can you not also do this?”

“You little Methodist!” answered the Earl, with a tender gleam in his eyes. “I see that I shall have to give you your own way. Will you go with us, George?”

“It will be a relief. New York is in the dumps. Little Burr having beaten the Schuyler faction, thinks himself omnipotent; and this quarrel between Mr. Jay and Governor Clinton keeps every one else on the edge of ill-humour. All the dancing part of the town are gone to Philadelphia; I have scarcely a partner left; and there is no conversation now in New York that is not political. Burr, Schuyler, Jay, Clinton! even the clergy have gone horse and foot into these disputes.”

“Burr has a kind of cleverness; one must admit that.”

“He is under the curse of knowing everything.”

“Nevertheless his opinions will not alter the axis of the earth. It is however a dangerous thing to live in a community where politics are the staple of talk, quarrels spring full armed from a word in such an atmosphere.”

“I have accommodated my politics, sir, to my own satisfaction; and I make shift to answer people according to their idols. I vow, I am so weary of the words ‘honour and honesty’ that they beat a tattoo on my brain.”

“When you are as old as I am, George, you will understand that these words are the coin, with which men buy office. The corruption of courtiers is a general article of faith, but the impudence of patriots going to market with their honesty, beats courtly corruption to nothing. However, let us go to Philadelphia and see the play. That is what Annie desires.”

“I desire to see Washington. I wish to see the greatest of Americans.”

“Let me tell you, Annie,” said the Earl, “that there never was a man in America less American in character and habits, than Washington.”

“For all that,” interrupted George, “there will never come a man after him, that will be able to rob Washington of the first place in the hearts of the American nation.”

“Nor at this day can we judge him as he deserves,” added the Earl; “for he is cramped and hustled by the crowd of nobodies around him.”

“I shall look at him, and I shall know him,” said Annie. “George tells me that he is good and handsome to look at.”

“On horseback,” continued the Earl, “there is none like him; he is the ideally perfect cavalier—graceful, dignified, commanding. Indeed so superb a man comes not twice in a generation. At Monmouth, where I commanded a division, I remember him flying along the lines, cheering the men and restoring by his tremendous enthusiasm the fortunes of the fight to our standard. The grandest of men! You are right, Annie, it would be a stupidity to go back to England without seeing him.”

This was the initial conversation which after some opposition, and a little temper from madame the Countess, resulted in the Hyde family visiting Philadelphia. It was a great trial to the Countess to leave her own well ordered, comfortable home for apartments in an hotel; and she was never done asserting it to be a great imprudence, as far as Annie was concerned. But the girl was immovable, and as she was supported by her uncle and cousin, the Countess was compelled to acquiesce. But really she was so ready to find her pleasure in the pleasure of those she loved, that