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"
Is
it
her
mother
you
're
going
to
take
her
to
?
"
she
said
;
"
or
do
you
want
to
go
to
Mamma
yourself
,
Mr.
Sedley
?
Good
marning
--
a
pleasant
journey
to
ye
,
sir
.
Bon
voyage
,
as
they
say
,
and
take
my
counsel
,
and
shave
off
them
mustachios
,
or
they
'll
bring
you
into
mischief
.
"
"
D
--
n
!
"
yelled
out
Jos
,
wild
with
fear
,
rage
,
and
mortification
;
and
Isidor
came
in
at
this
juncture
,
swearing
in
his
turn
.
"
Pas
de
chevaux
,
sacre
bleu
!
"
hissed
out
the
furious
domestic
.
All
the
horses
were
gone
.
Jos
was
not
the
only
man
in
Brussels
seized
with
panic
that
day
.
But
Jos
's
fears
,
great
and
cruel
as
they
were
already
,
were
destined
to
increase
to
an
almost
frantic
pitch
before
the
night
was
over
.
It
has
been
mentioned
how
Pauline
,
the
bonne
,
had
son
homme
a
elle
also
in
the
ranks
of
the
army
that
had
gone
out
to
meet
the
Emperor
Napoleon
.
This
lover
was
a
native
of
Brussels
,
and
a
Belgian
hussar
.
The
troops
of
his
nation
signalised
themselves
in
this
war
for
anything
but
courage
,
and
young
Van
Cutsum
,
Pauline
's
admirer
,
was
too
good
a
soldier
to
disobey
his
Colonel
's
orders
to
run
away
.
Whilst
in
garrison
at
Brussels
young
Regulus
(
he
had
been
born
in
the
revolutionary
times
)
found
his
great
comfort
,
and
passed
almost
all
his
leisure
moments
,
in
Pauline
's
kitchen
;
and
it
was
with
pockets
and
holsters
crammed
full
of
good
things
from
her
larder
,
that
he
had
take
leave
of
his
weeping
sweetheart
,
to
proceed
upon
the
campaign
a
few
days
before
.
As
far
as
his
regiment
was
concerned
,
this
campaign
was
over
now
.
They
had
formed
a
part
of
the
division
under
the
command
of
his
Sovereign
apparent
,
the
Prince
of
Orange
,
and
as
respected
length
of
swords
and
mustachios
,
and
the
richness
of
uniform
and
equipments
,
Regulus
and
his
comrades
looked
to
be
as
gallant
a
body
of
men
as
ever
trumpet
sounded
for
.
When
Ney
dashed
upon
the
advance
of
the
allied
troops
,
carrying
one
position
after
the
other
,
until
the
arrival
of
the
great
body
of
the
British
army
from
Brussels
changed
the
aspect
of
the
combat
of
Quatre
Bras
,
the
squadrons
among
which
Regulus
rode
showed
the
greatest
activity
in
retreating
before
the
French
,
and
were
dislodged
from
one
post
and
another
which
they
occupied
with
perfect
alacrity
on
their
part
.
Their
movements
were
only
checked
by
the
advance
of
the
British
in
their
rear
.
Thus
forced
to
halt
,
the
enemy
's
cavalry
(
whose
bloodthirsty
obstinacy
can
not
be
too
severely
reprehended
)
had
at
length
an
opportunity
of
coming
to
close
quarters
with
the
brave
Belgians
before
them
;
who
preferred
to
encounter
the
British
rather
than
the
French
,
and
at
once
turning
tail
rode
through
the
English
regiments
that
were
behind
them
,
and
scattered
in
all
directions
.
The
regiment
in
fact
did
not
exist
any
more
.
It
was
nowhere
.
It
had
no
head-quarters
.
Regulus
found
himself
galloping
many
miles
from
the
field
of
action
,
entirely
alone
;
and
whither
should
he
fly
for
refuge
so
naturally
as
to
that
kitchen
and
those
faithful
arms
in
which
Pauline
had
so
often
welcomed
him
?
At
some
ten
o'clock
the
clinking
of
a
sabre
might
have
been
heard
up
the
stair
of
the
house
where
the
Osbornes
occupied
a
story
in
the
continental
fashion
.
A
knock
might
have
been
heard
at
the
kitchen
door
;
and
poor
Pauline
,
come
back
from
church
,
fainted
almost
with
terror
as
she
opened
it
and
saw
before
her
her
haggard
hussar
.
He
looked
as
pale
as
the
midnight
dragoon
who
came
to
disturb
Leonora
.
Pauline
would
have
screamed
,
but
that
her
cry
would
have
called
her
masters
,
and
discovered
her
friend
.
She
stifled
her
scream
,
then
,
and
leading
her
hero
into
the
kitchen
,
gave
him
beer
,
and
the
choice
bits
from
the
dinner
,
which
Jos
had
not
had
the
heart
to
taste
.
The
hussar
showed
he
was
no
ghost
by
the
prodigious
quantity
of
flesh
and
beer
which
he
devoured
--
and
during
the
mouthfuls
he
told
his
tale
of
disaster
.
His
regiment
had
performed
prodigies
of
courage
,
and
had
withstood
for
a
while
the
onset
of
the
whole
French
army
.
But
they
were
overwhelmed
at
last
,
as
was
the
whole
British
army
by
this
time
.
Ney
destroyed
each
regiment
as
it
came
up
.
The
Belgians
in
vain
interposed
to
prevent
the
butchery
of
the
English
.
The
Brunswickers
were
routed
and
had
fled
--
their
Duke
was
killed
.
It
was
a
general
debacle
.
He
sought
to
drown
his
sorrow
for
the
defeat
in
floods
of
beer
.
Isidor
,
who
had
come
into
the
kitchen
,
heard
the
conversation
and
rushed
out
to
inform
his
master
.
"
It
is
all
over
,
"
he
shrieked
to
Jos.
"
Milor
Duke
is
a
prisoner
;
the
Duke
of
Brunswick
is
killed
;
the
British
army
is
in
full
flight
;
there
is
only
one
man
escaped
,
and
he
is
in
the
kitchen
now
--
come
and
hear
him
.
"
So
Jos
tottered
into
that
apartment
where
Regulus
still
sate
on
the
kitchen
table
,
and
clung
fast
to
his
flagon
of
beer
.
In
the
best
French
which
he
could
muster
,
and
which
was
in
sooth
of
a
very
ungrammatical
sort
,
Jos
besought
the
hussar
to
tell
his
tale
.
