It was hardly surprising that men who had fought under the Eagles should not have availed themselves of this invitation. Instead, they broke their ranks, yelling Vive l’Empereur! and tearing off their white cockades.
After that the end was certain. The Parisians, enjoying a period of prosperity, due to the influx of wealthy English travellers to their city, were for the most part loyal to the Bourbons; at Vienna the Congress declared Bonaparte to be hors la loi; the King maintained his lethargy; and Marshal Ney, quite as dramatic a person as the ex-Emperor, heroically announced his intention of bringing Bonaparte to Paris in an iron cage; but Bonaparte continued to advance, gathering troops all the way, and entering Lyons without opposition. A letter inviting Ney to meet him, and promising that flamboyant gentleman a welcome as warm as after the Moskowa, was enough to persuade Ney, Prince of the Moskowa, to renounce his allegiance, and to take himself and his willing troops over to the ex-Emperor’s side. They met at Auxerre, on the 17th March; on the evening of the 19th the King, with his family and his Ministers, left Paris in ignominious haste, with Lord Fitzroy Somerset, the English Chargé d’Affaires during the absence of the Duke of Wellington in Vienna, and a horde of visitors to the capital; and on the 20th Napoleon was carried shoulder-high into the Palace of the Tuileries to begin a new reign.
“What did I tell you?” demanded Mr Chawleigh of his son-in-law, who was in London on a brief visit. “Didn’t I say we’d have him rampaging all over the Continent again before the cat could lock its ear?”
“You did, sir, but I’ll lay you handsome odds we don’t!”
“I’ve no wish to rob you, my lord!” said Mr Chawleigh grimly.
Mr Chawleigh was taking the gloomiest view of the entire political situation. He said he didn’t know what the country was coming to; and, exacerbated by Adam’s cheerful mien, recommended him to look at what had happened to us in America.
The news of the defeat and death of Sir Edward Pakenham at New Orleans, in January, had just reached London, and the reminder did bring a cloud to Adam’s brow: not because he doubted the ability of the Army to make a recover, but because no one who had served in the Peninsula could fail to sorrow at Pakenham’s death. But he only replied: “Come out of the dismals, sir! You should meet the fellows in my Regiment! I swear they’ve never been in better heart!”
The officers and men of the 52nd were indeed in good heart, and rendering thanks to Providence for having spared them the crashing disappointment of being absent from the coming battle d’outrance with the Frogs. Twice had the Regiment set sail for America, and twice had their transports been driven back to port by contrary winds. They were now preparing with the greatest enthusiasm to embark again, their destination this time being the Low Countries.
Encountering Lord Oversley in Brooks’s Club, Adam learned that my Lord and Lady Rockhill, enjoying a protracted honeymoon in Paris, had not been amongst those who had fled in such unseemly haste. The Marquis, a cynic, had placed no dependence whatsoever on the loyalty of King Louis’ soldiers, and when the news of Bonaparte’s landing reached Paris, he brought his bride home immediately, and without loss of dignity. He said languidly that he was quite unfitted to take part in the helter-skelter flight he foresaw, and had never, at any state of his career, derived amusement from watching the too-easily predictable behaviour of mobs.
Adam was glad to know that Julia was safe in England, but as he had never doubted Rockhill’s ability to take care of her the intelligence relieved his mind of no particular anxiety. Julia, taking Parisian society by storm, winning for herself the title of La Belle Marquise, had begun to seem remote. Jenny’s approaching confinement, the low prices on the agricultural market, the vexed question of the proposed new Corn Laws, were matters of more pressing moment; and added to these was the inevitable longing to be back with his Regiment, which no duty-officer as keen as Adam could escape. So urgent was this desire that if Jenny had not been so near her time he thought he must, by hedge or by stile, have rejoined, casting every prudent consideration to the winds. His good sense told him that to have done so would have been nothing more than a heroic gesture, but this neither quenched his desire nor alleviated the angry fret in his mind. He tried to conceal it from Jenny, and thought that he had succeeded, until she said, in her gruffest voice, and keeping her eyes lowered; “You don’t mean to volunteer, do you?”
“Good God, no!” he replied.
She glanced fleetingly up at him. “I know you’d like to, but I hope you won’t.”
“I give you my word I won’t. As though Old Hookey couldn’t do the thing without Captain Deveril’s assistance!”
Towards the end of the month, Mr Chawleigh arrived at Fontley to attend the birth of his grandchild. He found Jenny in good health, calmly awaiting the event, all her preparations made, and her house in order, but this in no way assuaged his too-evident anxiety. Adam thought that it would have been better for Jenny had he remained in London, but he had not had the heart to close his doors to him, and could only hope that he would not make Jenny nervous. But two days before Jenny began to be ill the household was cast into astonishment by the wholly unexpected arrival of the Dowager, who had come (she said) because she felt it to be her duty to support dear little Jenny through her ordeal, and who lost no time at all in bringing both Mr Chawleigh and Adam to a sense of their folly, uselessness, and total irrelevance. Adam greeted her with mixed feelings. He was grateful to her for overcoming her disinclination to exert herself on behalf of a daughter-in-law of whom she disapproved, but he feared that her descent upon Fontley would throw Jenny into disorder. He was mistaken. If the Dowager had a passion, it was for babies. She had doted on all her children during their infancies, and her bosom was now filled with grandmotherly fervour. Jenny’s failings were not forgotten, but they were set aside: the Dowager, assuming command of the household, was determined to ensure that nothing should be allowed to endanger the birth of her first grandchild, and nothing could have exceeded the gracious kindness with which she enveloped Jenny, or the indulgent contempt with which she dismissed male apprehensions.
Adam begged Jenny to tell him whether she would prefer to be rid of her mother-in-law, but she replied with unmistakable sincerity that the Dowager was being of the greatest support and comfort to her.
Like many women of invalidish habits, the Dowager had borne her children with perfect ease. She could perceive no reason for supposing that Jenny would suffer complications outside her own experience, and her conviction that the issue would be happy gave Jenny a confidence she had hitherto lacked.
Adam, finding himself reduced to schoolboy status, was much inclined to rebel; but Mr Chawleigh, observing him with a sympathetic eye, said gloomily: “It’s no manner of use nabbing the rust, my lord. You wait till Jenny starts in labour! The way females behave when one of ’em’s in the straw you’d think we was no better than a set of lobcocks they’d be very well-pleased to be rid of! And don’t you get to thinking you’d anything to do with this baby, lad, because all you’ll get will be a set-down if you start trying to put yourself forward!”
The arrival of the month-nurse made the female dominion at Fontley absolute, and drew Adam into close alliance with his father-in-law. “The only female in the whole house who doesn’t treat me as I was only just out of short coats is Jenny herself!” he told Mr Chawleigh wrathfully.
“I know,” nodded that worthy. “I remember when Mrs C. was brought to bed there wasn’t one of the maids, not even the kitchen-girl that wasn’t a day more than fourteen, that didn’t make me as mad as Bedlam, carrying on as if they were grandmothers, and me a booberkin!”
When Jenny’s labour began the month nurse warned Adam that she-was not going to be quick in her time. A few hours later she said, with a bright cheerfulness which drove the colour from Mr Chawleigh’s cheeks, that she would be glad if his lordship would send a message to fetch Dr Purley from Peterborough. Adam had, in fact, sent for both this recommended accoucheur, and for Dr Tilford, as soon as Jenny’s pains began; and within a very few minutes Dr Tilford drove up in his gig. In due course he was joined by Dr. Purley, who, having been engaged to attend throughout labour, brought both his night-bag and his servant with him.. His air of confidence exercised a beneficial effect upon Mr Chawleigh, but it seemed an alarmingly long time before he redeemed his promise to report to my lady’s husband and father what his opinion was of her case. However, when he and Dr Tilford joined the anxious gentlemen in the library he appeared quite untroubled, and assured my lord that although he feared it would be some time before her ladyship was safely delivered neither he nor his colleague (with a courteous bow to Dr Tilford) could discover any cause for undue apprehension. Mr Chawleigh could not like the qualifying epithet, and immediately put Dr Purley in possession of the details of his own wife’s several disastrous experiences. Without precisely saying so, Dr Purley managed to convey the impression that the late Mrs Chawleigh had been unfortunate in not having been a patient of his, and he left Mr Chawleigh, if not wholly reassured, at least more inclined to take a hopeful view of the situation.
But midway through the second day, after a sleepless night, Mr Chawleigh, whose nerves had been growing rapidly more disordered, lost his precarious hold over his temper, and tried his best to provoke Adam into a quarrel. Adam entered the room after an absence of an hour to be greeted with, a ferocious glare, and a demand to know where he had been.
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