Scenes from a Courtesan's Life [194]
the other Lucien ready for suicide.
Just as Monsieur de Granville had ended giving his instructions to the young secretary, the Governor of the Conciergerie came in, and the expression of his face was such as to give the public prosecutor a presentiment of disaster.
"Have you met Monsieur Camusot?" he asked.
"No, monsieur," said the Governor; "his clerk Coquart instructed me to give the Abbe Carlos a private room and to liberate Monsieur de Rubempre--but it is too late."
"Good God! what has happened?"
"Here, monsieur, is a letter for you which will explain the catastrophe. The warder on duty in the prison-yard heard a noise of breaking glass in the upper room, and Monsieur Lucien's next neighbor shrieking wildly, for he heard the young man's dying struggles. The warder came to me pale from the sight that met his eyes. He found the prisoner hanged from the window bar by his necktie."
Though the Governor spoke in a low voice, a fearful scream from Madame de Serizy showed that under stress of feeling our faculties are incalculably keen. The Countess heard, or guessed. Before Monsieur de Granville could turn round, or Monsieur de Bauvan or her husband could stop her, she fled like a flash out of the door, and reached the Galerie Marchande, where she ran on to the stairs leading out to the Rue de la Barillerie.
A pleader was taking off his gown at the door of one of the shops which from time immemorial have choked up this arcade, where shoes are sold, and gowns and caps kept for hire.
The Countess asked the way to the Conciergerie.
"Go down the steps and turn to the left. The entrance is from the Quai de l'Horloge, the first archway."
"That woman is crazy," said the shop-woman; "some one ought to follow her."
But no one could have kept up with Leontine; she flew.
A physician may explain how it is that these ladies of fashion, whose strength never finds employment, reveal such powers in the critical moments of life.
The Countess rushed so swiftly through the archway to the wicket-gate that the gendarme on sentry did not see her pass. She flew at the barred gate like a feather driven by the wind, and shook the iron bars with such fury that she broke the one she grasped. The bent ends were thrust into her breast, making the blood flow, and she dropped on the ground, shrieking, "Open it, open it!" in a tone that struck terror into the warders.
The gatekeepers hurried out.
"Open the gate--the public prosecutor sent me--to save the dead man!----"
While the Countess was going round by the Rue de la Barillerie and the Quai de l'Horloge, Monsieur de Granville and Monsieur de Serizy went down to the Conciergerie through the inner passages, suspecting Leontine's purpose; but notwithstanding their haste, they only arrived in time to see her fall fainting at the outer gate, where she was picked up by two gendarmes who had come down from the guardroom.
On seeing the Governor of the prison, the gate was opened, and the Countess was carried into the office, but she stood up and fell on her knees, clasping her hands.
"Only to see him--to see him! Oh! I will do no wrong! But if you do not want to see me die on the spot, let me look at Lucien dead or living.--Ah, my dear, are you here? Choose between my death and----"
She sank in a heap.
"You are kind," she said; "I will always love you----"
"Carry her away," said Monsieur de Bauvan.
"No, we will go to Lucien's cell," said Monsieur de Granville, reading a purpose in Monsieur de Serizy's wild looks.
And he lifted up the Countess, and took her under one arm, while Monsieur de Bauvan supported her on the other side.
"Monsieur," said the Comte de Serizy to the Governor, "silence as of the grave about all this."
"Be easy," replied the Governor; "you have done the wisest thing.--If this lady----"
"She is my wife."
"Oh! I beg your pardon. Well, she will certainly faint away when she sees the poor man, and while she is unconscious she can be taken home in a carriage.
"That is what I thought," replied the Count. "Pray
Just as Monsieur de Granville had ended giving his instructions to the young secretary, the Governor of the Conciergerie came in, and the expression of his face was such as to give the public prosecutor a presentiment of disaster.
"Have you met Monsieur Camusot?" he asked.
"No, monsieur," said the Governor; "his clerk Coquart instructed me to give the Abbe Carlos a private room and to liberate Monsieur de Rubempre--but it is too late."
"Good God! what has happened?"
"Here, monsieur, is a letter for you which will explain the catastrophe. The warder on duty in the prison-yard heard a noise of breaking glass in the upper room, and Monsieur Lucien's next neighbor shrieking wildly, for he heard the young man's dying struggles. The warder came to me pale from the sight that met his eyes. He found the prisoner hanged from the window bar by his necktie."
Though the Governor spoke in a low voice, a fearful scream from Madame de Serizy showed that under stress of feeling our faculties are incalculably keen. The Countess heard, or guessed. Before Monsieur de Granville could turn round, or Monsieur de Bauvan or her husband could stop her, she fled like a flash out of the door, and reached the Galerie Marchande, where she ran on to the stairs leading out to the Rue de la Barillerie.
A pleader was taking off his gown at the door of one of the shops which from time immemorial have choked up this arcade, where shoes are sold, and gowns and caps kept for hire.
The Countess asked the way to the Conciergerie.
"Go down the steps and turn to the left. The entrance is from the Quai de l'Horloge, the first archway."
"That woman is crazy," said the shop-woman; "some one ought to follow her."
But no one could have kept up with Leontine; she flew.
A physician may explain how it is that these ladies of fashion, whose strength never finds employment, reveal such powers in the critical moments of life.
The Countess rushed so swiftly through the archway to the wicket-gate that the gendarme on sentry did not see her pass. She flew at the barred gate like a feather driven by the wind, and shook the iron bars with such fury that she broke the one she grasped. The bent ends were thrust into her breast, making the blood flow, and she dropped on the ground, shrieking, "Open it, open it!" in a tone that struck terror into the warders.
The gatekeepers hurried out.
"Open the gate--the public prosecutor sent me--to save the dead man!----"
While the Countess was going round by the Rue de la Barillerie and the Quai de l'Horloge, Monsieur de Granville and Monsieur de Serizy went down to the Conciergerie through the inner passages, suspecting Leontine's purpose; but notwithstanding their haste, they only arrived in time to see her fall fainting at the outer gate, where she was picked up by two gendarmes who had come down from the guardroom.
On seeing the Governor of the prison, the gate was opened, and the Countess was carried into the office, but she stood up and fell on her knees, clasping her hands.
"Only to see him--to see him! Oh! I will do no wrong! But if you do not want to see me die on the spot, let me look at Lucien dead or living.--Ah, my dear, are you here? Choose between my death and----"
She sank in a heap.
"You are kind," she said; "I will always love you----"
"Carry her away," said Monsieur de Bauvan.
"No, we will go to Lucien's cell," said Monsieur de Granville, reading a purpose in Monsieur de Serizy's wild looks.
And he lifted up the Countess, and took her under one arm, while Monsieur de Bauvan supported her on the other side.
"Monsieur," said the Comte de Serizy to the Governor, "silence as of the grave about all this."
"Be easy," replied the Governor; "you have done the wisest thing.--If this lady----"
"She is my wife."
"Oh! I beg your pardon. Well, she will certainly faint away when she sees the poor man, and while she is unconscious she can be taken home in a carriage.
"That is what I thought," replied the Count. "Pray