Presently the door opened, admitting the avocat. Valmond calmly met Monsieur Garon’s pained look, and courteously whispered his name.
“Your Excellency has been basely treated,” said the avocat, his lip trembling.
“On the contrary, well, dear monsieur,” answered the ruined adventurer. “Destiny plays us all. Think: I die the death of a soldier, and my crusade was a soldier’s vision of conquest. I have paid the price. I have—”
He did not finish the sentence, but lay lost in thought. At last he spoke in a low tone to the avocat, who quickly began writing at his dictation.
The chief clause of the record was a legacy of ten thousand francs to “my faithful Minister and constant friend, Monsieur Parpon;” another of ten thousand to Madame Joan Degardy, “whose skill and care of me merits more than I can requite;” twenty thousand to “the Church of St. Nazaire of the parish of Pontiac,” five thousand to “the beloved Monsieur Fabre, cure of the same parish, to whose good and charitable heart I come for my last comforts;” twenty thousand to “Mademoiselle Madelinette Lajeunesse, that she may learn singing under the best masters in Paris.” To Madame Chalice he left all his personal effects, ornaments, and relics, save a certain decoration given the old sergeant, and a ring once worn by the Emperor Napoleon. These were for a gift to “dear Monsieur Garon, who has honoured me with his distinguished friendship; and I pray that our mutual love for the same cause may give me some title to his remembrance.”
Here the avocat stopped him with a quick, protesting gesture.
“Your Excellency! your Excellency!” he said in a shaking voice, “my heart has been with the man as with the cause.”
Other legacies were given to Medallion, to the family of Lagroin, of whom he still spoke as “my beloved General who died for me;” and ten francs to each recruit who had come to his standard.
After a long pause, he said lingeringly: “To Mademoiselle Elise Malboir, the memory of whose devotion and solicitude gives me joy in my last hour, I bequeath fifty thousand francs. In the event of her death, this money shall revert to the parish of Pontiac, in whose graveyard I wish my body to lie. The balance of my estate, whatever it may now be, or may prove to be hereafter, I leave to Pierre Napoleon, third son of Lucien Bonaparte, Prince of Canino, of whom I cherish a reverent remembrance.”
A few words more ended the will, and the name of a bank in New York was given as agent. Then there was silence in the room, and Valmond appeared to sleep.