"Well, you guard the exterior, and if he attempts to fly, fire upon him; he must be a great criminal, from what the telegraph says."The brigadier, followed by the commissary, disappeared by the inside staircase, accompanied by the noise which his assertions respecting Andrea had excited in the crowd.This is what had happened.Andrea had very cleverly managed to descend two-thirds of the chimney, but then his foot slipped, and notwithstanding his endeavors, he came into the room with more speed and noise than he intended.It would have signified little had the room been empty, but unfortunately it was occupied.Two ladies, sleeping in one bed, were awakened by the noise, and fixing their eyes upon the spot whence the sound proceeded, they saw a man.One of these ladies, the fair one, uttered those terrible shrieks which resounded through the house, while the other, rushing to the bell-rope, rang with all her strength.Andrea, as we can see, was surrounded by misfortune.
"For pity's sake," he cried, pale and bewildered, without seeing whom he was addressing, -- "for pity's sake do not call assistance! Save me! -- I will not harm you.""Andrea, the murderer!" cried one of the ladies.
"Eugenie! Mademoiselle Danglars!" exclaimed Andrea, stupefied.
"Help, help!" cried Mademoiselle d'Armilly, taking the bell from her companion's hand, and ringing it yet more violently."Save me, I am pursued!" said Andrea, clasping his hands."For pity, for mercy's sake do not deliver me up!""It is too late, they are coming," said Eugenie.
"Well, conceal me somewhere; you can say you were needlessly alarmed; you can turn their suspicions and save my life!"The two ladies, pressing closely to one another, and drawing the bedclothes tightly around them, remained silent to this supplicating voice, repugnance and fear taking possession of their minds.
"Well, be it so," at length said Eugenie; "return by the same road you came, and we will say nothing about you, unhappy wretch.""Here he is, here he is!" cried a voice from the landing;"here he is! I see him!" The brigadier had put his eye to the keyhole, and had discovered Andrea in a posture of entreaty.A violent blow from the butt end of the musket burst open the lock, two more forced out the bolts, and the broken door fell in.Andrea ran to the other door, leading to the gallery, ready to rush out; but he was stopped short, and he stood with his body a little thrown back, pale, and with the useless knife in his clinched hand.
"Fly, then!" cried Mademoiselle d'Armilly, whose pity returned as her fears diminished; "fly!""Or kill yourself!" said Eugenie (in a tone which a Vestal in the amphitheatre would have used, when urging the victorious gladiator to finish his vanquished adversary).
Andrea shuddered, and looked on the young girl with an expression which proved how little he understood such ferocious honor."Kill myself?" he cried, throwing down his knife; "why should I do so?""Why, you said," answered Mademoiselle Danglars, "that you would be condemned to die like the worst criminals.""Bah," said Cavalcanti, crossing his arms, "one has friends."The brigadier advanced to him, sword in hand."Come, come,"said Andrea, "sheathe your sword, my fine fellow; there is no occasion to make such a fuss, since I give myself up;"and he held out his hands to be manacled.The girls looked with horror upon this shameful metamorphosis, the man of the world shaking off his covering and appearing as a galley-slave.Andrea turned towards them, and with an impertinent smile asked, -- "Have you any message for your father, Mademoiselle Danglars, for in all probability Ishall return to Paris?"
Eugenie covered her face with her hands."Oh, ho!" said Andrea, "you need not be ashamed, even though you did post after me.Was I not nearly your husband?"And with this raillery Andrea went out, leaving the two girls a prey to their own feelings of shame, and to the comments of the crowd.An hour after they stepped into their calash, both dressed in feminine attire.The gate of the hotel had been closed to screen them from sight, but they were forced, when the door was open, to pass through a throng of curious glances and whispering voices.Eugenie closed her eyes; but though she could not see, she could hear, and the sneers of the crowd reached her in the carriage."Oh, why is not the world a wilderness?" she exclaimed, throwing herself into the arms of Mademoiselle d'Armilly, her eyes sparkling with the same kind of rage which made Nero wish that the Roman world had but one neck, that he might sever it at a single blow.The next day they stopped at the Hotel de Flandre, at Brussels.The same evening Andrea was incarcerated in the Conciergerie.
