An Infamous Army

by Georgette Heyer

  Baron Müffling, drawing abreast of him, said: ‘The Field Marshal will call this battle Belle-Alliance, sir.’

  His lordship returned no answer. The Baron, casting a shrewd glance at his bony profile, with its frosty eye and pursed mouth, realised that he had no intention of calling the battle by that name. It was his lordship’s custom to name his victories after the village or town where he had slept the night before them. The Marshal Prince might call the battle what he liked, but his lordship would head his despatch to Earl Bathurst: ‘Waterloo’.

  Twenty-Five

  For those in Brussels the day had been one of increasing anxiety. Contrary to expectation, no firing was heard, the wind blowing steadily from the north-west. The Duke’s despatch to Sir Charles Stuart, written from Waterloo in the small hours, reached him at seven o’clock, and shortly afterwards Baron van de Capellan, the Secretary of State, issued a reassuring proclamation. After that no news of any kind was received in the town for many hours.

  Colonel Jones, left in Brussels during the Duke’s absence as Military Commander, was besieged all the morning by applications for passports. Every track-boat bound for Antwerp was as full as it could hold of refugees; money could not buy a pair of horses in all Brussels. Scores of people drove off at an early hour, with baggage piled high on the roofs of their carriages; the town seemed strangely quiet and deserted; and the church bells ringing for morning service sounded to sensitive ears like a knell.

  Both Judith and Barbara had slept the night through, in utter exhaustion, but neither in the morning looked as though she were refreshed by this deep slumber. Except for discussing in a desultory manner the extraordinary revelation Lucy Devenish had made on the previous evening, they did not talk much. Once Judith said: ‘If you knew the comfort it is to me to have you with me!’ but Barbara merely smiled rather mockingly, and shook her head.

  In the privacy of their own bedroom, Judith had remarked impulsively to Worth: ‘I am out of all conceit with myself! I have been deceived alike in Lucy and in Barbara!’

  ‘You might certainly be forgiven for having been deceived in Lucy,’ Worth replied. ‘I imagine no one could have suspected such a melodramatic story to lie behind that demure appearance.’

  ‘No, indeed! I was never more shocked in my life. Bab says George will make her a very bad husband, and if it were not unchristian I should be much inclined to say that she will have nothing but her just deserts. But Bab! I could not have believed that she had such strength of character, such real goodness of heart! Have not you been surprised?’

  ‘No,’ he replied. ‘I should have been very much surprised had she not, in this crisis, behaved precisely as she has done. My opinion of her remains unchanged.’

  ‘How can you talk so? You cannot have supposed from her conduct during these past months that she would behave so well now!’

  ‘On the contrary, I never doubted her spirit. She is, moreover, just the kind of young woman who, under the stress of such conditions as these, is elevated for the time above her ordinary self.’

  ‘For the time! You place no dependence on this softened mood continuing, I collect!’

  ‘Very little,’ he answered.

  ‘You are unjust, Worth! For my part, I am persuaded that she repents bitterly of all that has passed. Oh, if only Charles is spared, I shall be so glad to see him reunited to her!’

  ‘That is fortunate, since I have little doubt that you will see it.’

  ‘You don’t think it will do?’

  ‘I am not a judge of what will suit Charles. It would not do for me. She will certainly lead him a pretty dance.’

  ‘Oh no, no! I am sure you are mistaken!’

  He smiled at the distress in her face, and pinched her chin. ‘I daresay I may be. I will admit, if you like, that I prefer this match to the one you tried to make for Charles, my dear!’

  She blushed. ‘Oh, don’t speak of that! At least there is nothing of that lack of openness in Bab.’

  ‘Nothing at all,’ he agreed somewhat dryly.

  She saw that she could not talk him round to her way of thinking, and allowed the conversation to drop.

  They had scarcely got up from the breakfast table, a little later, when they received a morning call from Mr and Mrs Fisher.

  ‘She has confessed, then!’ Judith exclaimed when the visitors’ cards were brought to her.

  ‘In floods of tears, I’d lay my last guinea!’ said Barbara.

  ‘It is not to be wondered at if she did weep!’

  ‘I abominate weeping females. Do you wish for my support at this interview?’

  ‘Oh yes, they will certainly desire to see you.’

  ‘Very well, but I’ll be hanged if I’ll be held accountable for George’s sins.’

  It was as Judith had supposed. Lucy had confessed the whole to her aunt and uncle. They were profoundly shocked, and Mr Fisher seemed almost bewildered. He said that he could not understand how such a thing could have come to pass, and so far from blaming Barbara for her brother’s conduct, several times apologised to her for it. Mrs Fisher, torn between a sense of propriety and a love of romance, was inclined to find excuses for the young people, in which occupation Judith gladly assisted her. Mr Fisher agreed, but with a very sober face, that since the marriage had actually taken place there was nothing to do but to forgive Lucy. Barbara’s presence prevented him from expressing his opinion of Lord George’s character, but it was plain that this was not high. He sighed deeply several times, and shook his head over his poor girl’s chances of happiness. Mrs Fisher exclaimed, with the tears springing to her eyes: ‘Oh! If only she is not even now, perhaps, a widow!’

  This reflection made them all silent. After a moment, her husband said heavily: ‘You are very right, Mrs Fisher. Ah, poor child, who knows what this day may not bring upon her? You must know, Lady Worth, that she is already quite overcome by her troubles, and is laid down upon her bed with the hartshorn.’

  ‘I am sure it is no wonder,’ Judith responded, avoiding Barbara’s eye.

  The Fishers soon took their leave, and the rest of the morning was spent by Judith and Barbara in rendering all the assistance in their power to those nursing the wounded in the tent by the Namur Gate. Returning together just before four o’clock they found visitors with Worth in the salon, and walked in to discover these to be none other than the Duke and Duchess of Avon, who had arrived in Brussels scarcely an hour previously.

  Barbara stood on the threshold, staring at them. ‘What the devil—? Grandmama, how the deuce do you come to be here?’

  The Duke, a tall man with grizzled hair and fiery dark eyes, said: ‘Don’t talk to your grandmother like that! What’s this damnable story I hear about that worthless brother of yours?’

  Barbara bent to kiss her grandmother, a rather stout lady, with a straight back, and an air of unshakable imperturbability: ‘Dear love! Did you come for my sake?’

  ‘No, I came because your grandfather would do so. But this is very surprising, this news of George’s marriage. Tell me, shall I like his wife?’

  ‘You’ll have nothing to do with her!’ snapped his Grace. ‘Upon my word, I’m singularly blessed in my grandchildren! One is such a miserable poltroon that he takes to his heels the instant he hears a gun fired; another makes herself the talk of the town; and a third marries a damned Cit’s daughter. You may as well tell me what folly Harry has committed, and be done with it. I wash my hands of the pack of you! There is no understanding how I came to have such a set of grandchildren.’

  ‘Vidal’s behaviour is certainly very bad,’ agreed the Duchess. ‘But I find nothing remarkable about George’s and Bab’s conduct, Dominic. Only I’m sorry George should have married in such a hole-and-corner fashion. It will make it very awkward for his wife. You have not told me if I shall like her, Bab.’

  ‘You will think her very dull, I daresay.’

  ‘You will not receive her at all!’ stated his Grace.

  The Duchess replied cal
mly: ‘Your mother received me, Dominic.’

  ‘Mary!’

  ‘Well, my dear, but the circumstances were far more disgraceful, weren’t they?’

  ‘I suppose you will say that I am to blame for George’s conduct?’

  ‘At all events, you are scarcely in a position to condemn him,’ she said, smiling. ‘You made a shocking mésalliance yourself. Dear me, how rude we are, to be sure! Here is Lady Worth come in, and not one of us pays the least heed! How do you do, my dear child? You must let me thank you for your kindness to my granddaughter. I am afraid she has not used your family very well.’

  ‘Oh, ma’am, that is all forgotten!’ Judith said, taking her hand. ‘I cannot find words to express to you what it has meant to me to have her here during this terrible time!’ She turned, towards the Duke, saying with a quiver in her voice: ‘This is not a moment for reproaches! If you knew what we have seen—what may even now be happening—forgive me, but every consideration but the one seems so trivial, so—’ Her voice failed, she averted her face, groping in her reticule for her handkerchief. She recovered her composure with a strong effort, and said in a low tone: ‘Excuse me! We have been among the wounded the whole morning, and it has a little upset me.’

  Barbara pushed her into a chair, saying: ‘Confound you, Judith, if you set me off crying, I’ll never forgive you!’ She looked at the Duke. ‘Well, sir, my compliments! You must be quite the only man to come into Brussels today! Did you come because there was a battle being fought, or in despite of it?’

  ‘I came,’ replied his Grace, ‘on account of the intelligence received by your grandmother from Vidal. So you have jilted Charles Audley, have you? I congratulate you!’

  ‘Your congratulations are out of place. I never did anything more damnable in my life.’

  ‘Why, Bab, my girl!’ said his Grace, surprised. He put his arm round her, and said gruffly: ‘There, that will do! You are a baggage, but at least you have some spirit in you! When I think of that white-livered cur, Vidal, running for his life—’

  ‘Oh, that was Gussie’s doing! Did you meet them on your way here?’

  ‘I? No, nor wish to! We landed at Ostend, and drove here through Ghent. If it had not been for the rabble choking the road we should have been here yesterday.’

  ‘Yes,’ said his wife. ‘They warned us in Ghent not to proceed farther, as we should certainly be obliged to fly from Brussels, so naturally your grandfather had the horses put to immediately.’

  He regarded her with a grim little smile. ‘You were not behindhand, Mary!’

  ‘Certainly not. All this dashing about makes me feel myself a young woman again. Which reminds me that I must call upon my new granddaughter. You will give me her uncle’s direction, Bab.’

  ‘Understand me, Mary—’

  ‘I will give it to you, ma’am, but you must know that Mr Fisher regards the match with quite as much dislike as does my grandfather.’

  This remark brought a sparkle into the Duke’s eye. ‘He does, does he? Go on, Miss! Go on! What the devil has he against my grandson?’

  ‘He thinks him a spendthrift, sir.’

  ‘Ha! Damned Cit! He may consider himself lucky to have caught George for his nobody of a niece!’

  ‘As to that, Lucy is his heir. I fancy he was looking higher for her. Her fortune will not be inconsiderable, you know, and in these days—’

  ‘So he was looking higher, was he? An Alastair is not good enough for him! I’ll see this greasy merchant!’

  The Duchess said in her matter-of-fact way: ‘You should certainly do so. It will be much more the thing than that wild notion you had taken into your head of riding out with Lord Worth towards the battlefield.’

  ‘Fisher can wait,’ replied his Grace. ‘I have every intention of going to see what news can be got the instant I have swallowed my dinner.’

  ‘Dinner!’ Judith exclaimed. ‘How shocking of me! I had forgotten the time. You must know, Duchess, that here in Brussels we have got into the way of dining at four. I hope you will not mind. You must please stay and join us.’

  ‘You should warn them that Charles bore off our Sunday dinner,’ Barbara said, with a wry smile.

  ‘You may be sure my cook will have contrived something.’

  The Avons were putting up at the Hôtel de Belle Vue, and the Duchess at once suggested that the whole party should walk round to dine there. It was declined, however; Judith’s confidence in her cook was found not to have been misplaced; and in a very few minutes they were all seated round the table in the dining-parlour.

  The conversation was mostly of the war. The wildest rumours were current in Ghent, and the Duke was glad to listen to a calm account from Worth of all that had so far passed. When he heard that the Life Guards had driven the French lancers out of Genappe, he looked pleased, but beyond saying that if George did not get his brevet for this he supposed he would be obliged to purchase promotion for him, he made no remark. As soon as they rose from the table, he and Worth took their departure, to ride towards the Forest of Soignes in search of intelligence, and Judith, excusing herself, left Barbara alone with her grandmother.

  ‘I have surpassed myself, ma’am,’ Barbara said in a bitter tone. ‘Did Vidal write you the whole?’

  ‘Quite enough,’ replied the Duchess. ‘I wish, dearest, you will try to get the better of this shocking disposition of yours.’

  ‘If Charles comes back to me there is nothing I will not do!’

  ‘We will hope he may do so. Your grandfather was very much pleased with the civil letter Colonel Audley wrote to him. How came you to throw him off as you did, my love?’

  ‘O God, Grandmama!’ Barbara whispered, and fell on her knees beside the Duchess, and buried her face in her lap.

  It was long before she could be calm. The Duchess listened in understanding silence to the disjointed sentences gasped out, merely saying presently: ‘Don’t cry, Bab. It will ruin your face, you know.’

  ‘I don’t give a damn for my face!’

  ‘I am very sure that you do.’

  Barbara sat up, smiling through her tears. ‘Confound you, ma’am, you know too much! There, I have done! You don’t wish me to remove to the Hôtel de Belle Vue, do you? I cannot leave Judith at this present.’

  ‘By all means stay here, my love. But tell me about this child George has married, if you please!’

  ‘I cannot conceive what possessed George to look twice at her. She is quite insipid.’

  ‘Dear me! I had better go and call upon her aunt.’

  She very soon took her leave, setting out on foot to the Fishers’ lodging. Her visit did much to sooth Lucy’s agitation; and her calm good sense almost reconciled Mr Fisher to an alliance which he had been regarding with the deepest misgiving. Neither his appearance nor the obsequiousness of his manners could be expected to please the Duchess, but she was agreeably surprised in Lucy, and although not placing much dependence upon her being able to hold George’s volatile fancy, went back presently to her hôtel feeling that things might have been much worse.

  Worth returned at about six o’clock, having parted from the Duke at the end of the street. He had very little news to report. He described meeting Creevey in the suburbs, and their mutual surprise at finding the Sunday population of Brussels drinking beer, and making merry, round little tables, for all the world as though no pitched battle were being fought not more than ten miles to the south of them. It had been found to be impossible to penetrate far into the Forest, on account of the baggage choking the road, but they had met with a number of wounded soldiers making their way back to Brussels, and had had speech with a Life Guardsman, who reported that the French were getting on in such a way that he did not see what was to stop them.

  ‘He had taken part in a charge of the whole Household Brigade, and says that they have lost, in killed, wounded, and prisoners, more than half their number. George, however, was safe when the man left the field. A private soldier’s opinion of the battle i
s not to be depended on, but I don’t like the look of things.’

  Scarcely an hour later, the town was thrown into an uproar by the Cumberland Hussars galloping in through the Namur Gate, and stampeding through the streets, shouting that all was lost, and the French hard on their heels. They seemed not to have drawn rein in their flight from the battlefield, and went through Brussels scattering the inhabitants before them.

  People began once more to run about, crying: ‘Les Français sont ici! Ils s’emparent à porte de la ville! Nous sommes tous perdus! Que ferons-nous?’ Many people kept their horses at their doors, but no more troops followed the hussars, and the panic gradually abated. A little later, a large number of French prisoners entered the town under escort, and were marched to the barracks of Petit Château. The sight of two captured Eagles caused complete strangers to shake one another by the hand; more prisoners arrived, and hopes ran high, only to be dashed by the intelligence conveyed by one or two wounded officers that everything had been going as badly as possible when they had left the field. The Adjutant-General’s chaise-and-four was seen by Mr Creevey to set out from his house in the Park and bowl away, as fast as the horses could drag it, to the Namur Gate. More and more wounded arrived in town, all telling the same tale: it was the most sanguinary battle they had ever known; men were dropping like flies; there was no saying in the smoke and the carnage who was still alive or who had been killed; no time should be lost by civilians in getting away.

  In curious contrast to this scene of agitation, light shone in the Théâtre de la Monnaie, where Mlle Ternaux was playing in Œdipe à Colonne before an audience composed of persons who either had no relatives or friends engaged in the battle or who looked forward with pleasure to the entrance of Bonaparte into Brussels.

  At half past eight o’clock, Worth, who had gone out some time before in quest of news, came abruptly into the salon where Judith and Barbara were sitting in the most dreadful suspense, and said, with more sharpness in his voice than his wife had ever heard: ‘Judith, be so good as to have pillows put immediately into the chaise! I am going at once towards Waterloo: Charles is there, very badly wounded. Cherry has just come to me with the news.’