The Wandering Jew — Complete
and at last died away altogether.
"Now, quick! we must not lose any time," said Dagobert to his son, after
waiting about ten minutes; "they are far enough. Let us try to open the
door."
Agricola leaned his powerful shoulder against it, and pushed vigorously;
but the door did not give way, notwithstanding its age.
"Confound it!" said Agricola; "there is a bar on the inside. I am sure
of it, or these old planks would not have resisted my weight."
"What is to be done?"
"I will scale the wall by means of the cord and hook, and open the door
from the other side."
So saying, Agricola took the cord, and after several attempts, succeeded
in fixing the hook on the coping of the wall.
"Now, father, give me a leg up; I will help myself up with the cord;
once astride on the wall, I can easily turn the hook and get down into
the garden."
The soldier leaned against the wall, and joined his two hands, in the
hollow of which his son placed one of his feet, then mounting upon the
robust shoulders of his father, he was able, by help of the cord, and
some irregularities in the wall, to reach the top. Unfortunately, the
smith had not perceived that the coping of the wall was strewed with
broken bottles, so that he wounded his knees and hands; but, for fear of
alarming Dagobert, he repressed every exclamation of pain, and replacing
the hook, he glided down the cord to the ground. The door was close by,
and he hastened to it; a strong wooden bar had indeed secured it on the
inside. This was removed, and the lock was in so bad a state, that it
offered no resistance to a violent effort from Agricola.
The door was opened, and Dagobert entered the garden with Spoil-sport.
"Now," said the soldier to his son, "thanks to you, the worst is
over. Here is a means of escape for the poor children, and Mdlle. de
Cardoville. The thing is now to find them, without accident or delay.
Spoil-sport will go before as a scout. Come, my good dog!" added
Dagobert, "above all--fair and softly!"
Immediately, the intelligent animal advanced a few steps, sniffing and
listening with the care and caution of a hound searching for the game.
By the half-light of the clouded moon, Dagobert and his son perceived
round them a V-shaped grove of tall trees, at which several paths met.
Uncertain which to choose, Agricola said to his father: "Let us take
the path that runs alongside the wall. It will surely lead to some
building."
"Right! Let us walk on the strips of grass, instead of through the mud.
It will make less noise."
The father and son, preceded by the Siberian dog, kept for some time in
a winding path, at no great distance from the wall. They stopped now
and then to listen, or to satisfy themselves, before continuing their
advance, with regard to the changing aspects of the trees and bushes,
which, shaken by the wind, and faintly illumined by the pale light of
the moon, often took strange and doubtful forms.
Half-past twelve struck as Agricola and his father reached a large
iron gate which shut in that part of the garden reserved for the
Superior--the same into which Mother Bunch had intruded herself, after
seeing Rose Simon converse with Adrienne de Cardoville.
Through the bars of this gate, Agricola and his father perceived at a
little distance an open paling, which joined a half-finished chapel, and
beyond it a little square building.
"That is no doubt the building occupied by Mdlle. de Cardoville," said
Agricola.
"And the building which contains the chambers of Rose and Blanche, but
which we cannot see from here, is no doubt opposite it," said Dagobert.
"Poor children! they are there, weeping tears of despair," added he,
with profound emotion.
"Provided the gate be but open," said Agricola.
"It will probably be so--being within the walls."
"Let us go on gently."
The gate was only fastened by the catch of the lock. Dagobert was about
to open it, when Agricola said to him: "Take care! do not make it creak
on its hinges."
"Shall I push it slowly or suddenly?"
"Let me manage it," said Agricola; and he opened the gate so quickly,
that it creaked very little; still the noise might have been plainly
heard, in the silence of the night, during one of the lulls between the
squalls of wind.
Agricola and his father remained motionless for a moment, listening
uneasily, before they ventured to pass through the gate. Nothing
stirred, however; all remained calm and still. With fresh courage, they
entered the reserved garden.
Hardly had the dog arrived on this spot, when he exhibited tokens of
extraordinary delight. Picking up his ears, wagging his tail, bounding
rather than running, he had soon reached the paling where, in
the morning, Rose Simon had for a moment conversed with Mdlle. de
Cardoville. He stopped an instant at this place, as if at fault, and
turned round and round like a dog seeking the scent.
Dagobert and his son, leaving Spoil-sport to his instinct, followed
his least movements with intense interest, hoping everything from his
intelligence and his attachment to the orphans.
"It was no doubt near this paling that Rose stood when Mother Bunch saw
her," said Dagobert. "Spoil-sport is on her track. Let him alone."
After a few seconds, the dog turned his head towards Dagobert, and
started at full trot in the direction of a door on the ground-floor of
a building, opposite to that occupied by Adrienne. Arrived at this door,
the dog lay down, seemingly waiting for Dagobert.
"No doubt of it! the children are there!" said Dagobert, hastening to
rejoin Spoil-sport; "it was by this door that they took Rose into the
house."
"We must see if the windows are grated," said Agricola, following his
father.
"Well, old fellow!" whispered the soldier, as he came up to the dog and
pointed to the building, "are Rose and Blanche there?"
The dog lifted his head, and answered by a joyful bark. Dagobert had
just time to seize the mouth of the animal with his hands.
"He will ruin all!" exclaimed the smith. "They have, perhaps, heard
him."
"No," said Dagobert. "But there is no longer any doubt--the children are
here."
At this instant, the iron gate, by which the soldier and his son had
entered the reserved garden, and which they had left open, fell to with
a loud noise.
"They've shut us in," said Agricola, hastily; "and there is no other
issue."
For a moment, the father and son looked in dismay at each other; but
Agricola instantly resumed: "The gate has perhaps shut of itself. I will
make haste to assure myself of this, and to open it again if possible."
"Go quickly; I will examine the windows."
Agricola flew towards the gate, whilst Dagobert, gliding along the wall,
soon reached the windows on the ground floor. They were four in number,
and two of them were not grated. He looked up at the first story; it was
not very far from the ground, and none of the windows had bars. It would
then be easy for that one of the two sisters, who inhabited this story,
once informed of their presence, to let herself down by means of a
sheet, as the orphans had already done to escape from the inn of
the White Falcon. But the difficult thing was to know which room she
occupied. Dagobert thought they might learn this from the sister on the
ground floor; but then there was another difficulty--at which of the
four windows should they knock?
Agricola returned precipitately. "It was the wind, no doubt, which shut
the gate," said he. "I have opened it again, and made it fast with a
stone. But we have no time to lose."
"And how shall we know the windows of the poor children?" said Dagobert,
anxiously.
"That is true," said Agricola, with uneasiness. "What is to be done?"
"To call them at hap-hazard," continued Dagobert, "would be to give the
alarm."
"Oh, heavens!" cried Agricola, with increasing anguish. "To have arrived
here, under their windows, and yet not to know!"
"Time presses," said Dagobert, hastily, interrupting his son; "we must
run all risks."
"But how, father?"
"I will call out loud, 'Rose and Blanche'--in their state of despair, I
am sure they do not sleep. They will be stirring at my first summons. By
means of a sheet, fastened to the window, she who is on the first
story will in five minutes be in our arms. As for the one on the ground
floor--if her window is not grated, we can have her in a second. If it
is, we shall soon loosen one of the bars."
"But, father--this calling out aloud?"
"Will not perhaps be heard."
"But if it is heard--all will be lost."
"Who knows? Before they have time to call the watch, and open several
doors, the children may be delivered. Once at the entrance of the
boulevard, and we shall be safe."
"It is a dangerous course; but I see no other."
"If there are only two men, I and Spoil-sport will keep them in check,
while you will have time to carry off the children."
"Father, there is a better way--a surer one," cried Agricola, suddenly.
"From what Mother Bunch told us, Mdlle. de Cardoville has corresponded
by signs with Rose and Blanche."
"Yes."
"Hence she knows where they are lodged, as the poor children answered
her from their windows."
"You are right. There is only that course to take. But how find her
room?"
"Mother Bunch told me there was a shade over the window."
"Quick! we have only to break through a wooden fence. Have you the iron
bar?"
"Here it is."
"Then, quick!"
In a few steps, Dagobert and his son had reached the paling. Three
planks, torn away by Agricola, opened an easy passage.
"Remain here, father, and keep watch," said he to Dagobert, as he
entered Dr. Baleinier's garden.
The indicated window was easily recognized. It was high and broad; a
sort of shade surmounted it, for this window had once been a door, since
walled in to the third of its height. It was protected by bars of iron,
pretty far apart. Since some minutes, the rain had ceased. The moon,
breaking through the clouds, shone full upon the building. Agricola,
approaching the window, saw that the room was perfectly dark; but light
came from a room beyond, through a door left half open. The smith,
hoping that Mdlle. de Cardoville might be still awake, tapped lightly at
the window. Soon after, the door in the background opened entirely, and
Mdlle. de Cardoville, who had not yet gone to bed, came from the other
chamber, dressed as she had been at her interview with Mother Bunch. Her
charming features were visible by the light of the taper she held in
her hand. Their present expression was that of surprise and anxiety. The
young girl set down the candlestick on the table, and appeared to listen
attentively as she approached the window. Suddenly she started and
stopped abruptly. She had just discerned the face of a man, looking
at her through the window. Agricola, fearing that Mdlle. de Cardoville
would retire in terror to the next room, again tapped on the glass, and
running the risk of being heard by others, said in a pretty loud voice:
"It is Agricola Baudoin."
These words reached the ears of Adrienne. Instantly remembering her
interview with Mother Bunch, she thought that Agricola and Dagobert
must have entered the convent for the purpose of carrying off Rose
and Blanche. She ran to the window, recognized Agricola in the clear
moonlight, and cautiously opened the casement.
"Madame," said the smith, hastily; "there is not an instant to lose.
The Count de Montbron is not in Paris. My father and myself have come to
deliver you."
"Thanks, thanks, M. Agricola!" said Mdlle. de Cardoville, in a tone
expressive of the most touching gratitude; "but think first of the
daughters of General Simon."
"We do think of them, madame, I have come to ask you which are their
windows."