I am no speaker of gilded phrases, and I shall say things plainly.Icommanded five hundred men during the late war.Since we have taken up arms again I have raised a thousand heads as hard as mine for the service of the king.It is now seven years that I have risked my life in the good cause; I don't blame you, but I say that the laborer is worthy of his hire.Now, to begin with, I demand that I be called Monsieur de Cottereau.I also demand that the rank of colonel shall be granted me, or I send in my adhesion to the First Consul! Let me tell you, monsieur le marquis, my men and I have a devilishly importunate creditor who must be satisfied--he's here!" he added, striking his stomach.
"Have the musicians come?" said the marquis, in a contemptuous tone, turning to Madame du Gua.
But the smuggler had dealt boldly with an important topic, and the calculating, ambitious minds of those present had been too long in suspense as to what they might hope for from the king to allow the scorn of their new leader to put an end to the scene.Rifoel hastily blocked the way before Montauran, and seized his hand to oblige him to remain.
"Take care, monsieur le marquis," he said; "you are treating far too lightly men who have a right to the gratitude of him whom you are here to represent.We know that his Majesty has sent you with full powers to judge of our services, and we say that they ought to be recognized and rewarded, for we risk our heads upon the scaffold daily.I know, so far as I am concerned, that the rank of brigadier-general--""You mean colonel."
"No, monsieur le marquis; Charette made me a colonel.The rank Imention cannot be denied me.I am not arguing for myself, I speak for my brave brothers-in-arms, whose services ought to be recorded.Your signature and your promise will suffice them for the present; though,"he added, in a low voice, "I must say they are satisfied with very little.But," he continued, raising his voice, "when the sun rises on the chateau of Versailles to glorify the return of the monarchy after the faithful have conquered France, /in France/, for the king, will they obtain favors for their families, pensions for widows, and the restitution of their confiscated property? I doubt it.But, monsieur le marquis, we must have certified proof of our services when that time comes.I will never distrust the king, but I do distrust those cormorants of ministers and courtiers, who tingle his ears with talk about the public welfare, the honor of France, the interests of the crown, and other crochets.They will sneer at a loyal Vendean or a brave Chouan, because he is old and the sword he drew for the good cause dangles on his withered legs, palsied with exposure.Can you say that we are wrong in feeling thus?""You talk well, Monsieur du Vissard, but you are over hasty," replied the marquis.
"Listen, marquis," said the Comte de Bauvan, in a whisper."Rifoel has really, on my word, told the truth.You are sure, yourself, to have the ear of the king, while the rest of us only see him at a distance and from time to time.I will own to you that if you do not give me your word as a gentleman that I shall, in due course of time, obtain the place of Master of Woods and Waters in France, the devil take me if I will risk my neck any longer.To conquer Normandy for the king is not an easy matter, and I demand the Order for it.But," he added, coloring, "there's time enough to think of that.God forbid that Ishould imitate these poor mercenaries and harass you.Speak to the king for me, and that's enough."Each of the chiefs found means to let the marquis know, in a more or less ingenious manner, the exaggerated price they set upon their services.One modestly demanded the governorship of Brittany; another a barony; this one a promotion; that one a command; and all wanted pensions.
"Well, baron," said the marquis to Monsieur du Guenic, "don't you want anything?""These gentlemen have left me nothing but the crown of France, marquis, but I might manage to put up with that--""Gentlemen!" cried the Abbe Gudin, in a loud voice, "remember that if you are too eager you will spoil everything in the day of victory.The king will then be compelled to make concessions to the revolutionists.""To those Jacobins!" shouted the smuggler."Ha! if the king would let me have my way, I'd answer for my thousand men; we'd soon wring their necks and be rid of them.""Monsieur /de/ Cottereau," said the marquis, "I see some of our invited guests arriving.We must all do our best by attention and courtesy to make them share our sacred enterprise; you will agree, Iam sure, that this is not the moment to bring forward your demands, however just they may be."So saying, the marquis went to the door, as if to meet certain of the country nobles who were entering the room, but the bold smuggler barred his way in a respectful manner.
"No, no, monsieur le marquis, excuse me," he said; "the Jacobins taught me too well in 1793 that it is not he who sows and reaps who eats the bread.Sign this bit of paper for me, and to-morrow I'll bring you fifteen hundred gars.If not, I'll treat with the First Consul."Looking haughtily about him, the marquis saw plainly that the boldness of the old partisan and his resolute air were not displeasing to any of the spectators of this debate.One man alone, sitting by himself in a corner of the room, appeared to take no part in the scene, and to be chiefly occupied in filling his pipe.The contemptuous air with which he glanced at the speakers, his modest demeanor, and a look of sympathy which the marquis encountered in his eyes, made the young leader observe the man, whom he then recognized as Major Brigaut, and he went suddenly up to him.
"And you, what do you want?" he said.
"Oh, monsieur le marquis, if the king comes back that's all I want.""But for yourself?"
"For myself? are you joking?"