Tom Burke Of "Ours", Volume II. Lever Charles James

Emperor’s orders, Mademoiselle,’ said I, proudly.

      “‘Indeed, sir! May I ask how and when?’

      “‘Austerlitz, December 2. The order of four o’clock, dated from Reygern, says, “The Imperial Guard will follow closely on the track of the Russians.” (Signed) “Napoleon.”’

      “‘In that case, sir,’ said she, ‘I cannot dispute his Majesty’s orders. I shall dance the fifth with you.’”

      “And the Russian, – what said he?”

      “Ma foi! I paid no attention to him; for as mademoiselle moved off with her partner, I strolled away in search of you.”

      If I was amused at this recital of the chevalier, I could not avoid feeling piqued at the greater success he had than myself; for still the chilling reception I had met with was rankling in my mind.

      “Let us move away from this quarter,” said Duchesne. “Here we have got ourselves among a knot of old campaigners, with their stupid stories of Cairo and Acre, Alexandria and the Adige. By Jove! if anything would make me a Legitimist, it is my disgust at those confounded narratives about Kleber and Desaix; the Emperor himself does not despise the time of the Revolution more heartily than I do. Come, there’s bouillotte yonder; let us go and win some pieces. I feel I’m in vein; and even to lose would be better than listen to these people. It was only a few minutes ago I was hunted, away from Madame de Muraire by old Berthollet, who is persuading her that her diamonds are but charcoal, and that a necklace is only fit to roast an ortolan. This comes of letting savants into society; decidedly, they had much better taste in the time of the Monarchy.”

      It was with some difficulty we succeeded in approaching the bouillotte table, where, to judge from the stakes, very high play was going forward. Duchesne was quickly recognized among the players, who made place for him among them. I soon saw that he was not mistaken in supposing he was in luck; every coup was successful, and, while he continued to win time after time, the heap of gold grew greater, till it covered the part of the table before him.

      “Most certainly, Burke,” said he, in a whisper, “this is a strong turn of Fortune, who, being a woman, won’t long be of the same mind. Five thousand francs,” cried he, throwing the billet de banque carelessly before him, while he turned to resume what he was saying to me. “Were I in action now, I ‘d win the bâton de maréchal. I feel it; there’s an innate sense of luck when it means to be steady.”

      “The Chevalier Duchesne! the Chevalier Duchesne!” was repeated from voice to voice, outside the circle; “Mademoiselle de Lacostellerie is waiting to waltz with you.”