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Sepoys for his own men retreating, began to abuse them to drive them to the front. One of them tried to cut him down, but he received the blow on his shoulder, and made his way to the English, who were drawn up under arms. There was much fighting round the pagoda, and Clive, weak with loss of blood, was standing with his back against a wall, leaning forward on the shoulders of two native sergeants, when the officer of the English deserters came up and with much abusive and insolent language fired at Clive, and missed him, but mortally wounded both the unfortunate sergeants.

The French in the pagoda surrendered, and M. d'Auteuil, who was at Volcondah, followed their example, and with his officers was released on giving their word not to serve against the English for twelve months.

Chunda Sahib with M. Law were cut off from Pondicherry and in great danger. It was decided that Chunda Sahib should put himself into the hands of Monakjie, the general of the Tanjore troops, although they had never been friends; but before he did so, Law went to the Tanjorine and obtained from him an oath on his sabre and poniard to send Chunda Sahib safely to the nearest French station. He even showed the palanquin and escort ready for the purpose ; but no sooner had the unfortunate Chunda Sahib arrived in his camp than he was thrown into irons. Immediately the nawaub, the chiefs of Mysore and of the Mahrattas, all began demanding the prisoner and disputing in Major Lawrence's tent, while the English were receiving the surrender of M. Law and his French and Sepoys. Monakjie was greatly alarmed by the contention for the possession of his unhappy captive. He found that the English would not interfere, and was afraid that if he gave the fallen prince up to either of the other three, the two disappointed ones would take revenge. So he decided on murder, and sent a Patan, who found Chunda Sahib lying sick on the ground. Perceiving what was to be done, the wretched man waved his hand, and said he had something important to communicate, but the murderer cut him short by stabbing him to the heart and then beheading him.

His head was taken to Mehemet Ali and then tied to the neck of a camel and carried round Trichinopoly, after which it was packed in a box, and said to be sent to Delhi to the Emperor. Major Lawrence certainly deserved blame for not having insisted on honourable treatment to his enemy.

Quiet was by no means restored. Mahomed Ali had promised Trichinopoly to the Rajah of Mysore, but he now refused to surrender it ; nor would the Rajah of Tanjore consent to give it up without receiving the Carnatic. Morar Rao, the Mahratta chief, fomented their difference in hopes of a quarrel between them. Lawrence and Clive were both ill, and while they were unable to act, an expedition, organised by the Governor Saunders, failed, and the French again held ground up to Fort St. David. The tables were turned when Lawrence recovered and regained the lost ground. Clive likewise took two forts of great strength, only twenty and thirty miles from Madras. He had a wonderful power of infusing his own spirit into his troops, who followed him faithfully in the most desperate undertakings, and called him Sabat Jung, or Daring in War.

But his health, never strong, was completely broken, and in 1753 he embarked for England with his bride Margaret Maskelyn, sister to the friend with whom he had escaped from Madras. He brought home a large fortune, and his first care was to pay off the debts of his father, who had discovered that 'the booby had some sense after all,' and could not talk enough of his heroism! The East India Company wished to give him a diamond-hilted sword worth £500, but he refused it unless the same substantial compliment were made to his superior, Major Stringer Lawrence. Eastern splendours had apparently affected his imagination, for he launched out in such splendours in his household, such liveries and carriages, that his means could hardly afford it. Moreover, he stood for St. Michael's in Cornwall, and lavished money to secure his election. There was a petition against him, and it became a party question, ending in his losing his seat, and being glad to offer to return to India.

Dupleix had in the meantime managed to get the Mahrattas to join him, and, to persuade the country that the French were the gaining side, he proceeded to besiege Trichinopoly, where Captain Dalton was in command. Major Lawrence made his way to relieve him, his troops suffering much on the way from the hot winds, and there were likewise many desertions, so that altogether, when he had entered Trichinopoly, the whole garrison only amounted to 500 Europeans, 2000 Sepoy infantry, and 3000 horse of the Nabob's. It was a most gallant defence which he made, lasting a full year, and with no unworthy antagonists, for M. Astruc was an able officer, and there were many sharp skirmishes at the sharp rocks upon the plain round the city. It

would take too long to relate them all, as they stand in ‘Orme's War in Hindustan,' but we may think of the young Walter Scott in his illness working them out on paper with bits of cork and pins ! There was

a really great battle fought on the 21st of September, 1753, which ended in Astruc and ten French officers being made prisoners and eleven guns taken with all the tents, baggage and ammunition ; but there was even then another attempt to escalade the place, and war continued to rage round it for many months longer. But all this time England and France were at peace, and the treaty of Aix-la-Chapelle had existed for five years. The English East Indian directors appealed to the Government, declaring that they, with only for the most part forces of their own raising, had to fight against Dupleix, supported by royal authority and royal troops.

Representations were made to the French Court. A French director, Duvelaer, and his brother, the Count de Lude, came over and had conferences with the Earl of Holderness, and when these seemed likely to fail, a squadron of men of war to carry out a King's regiment to India. This token of being in earnest had the desired effect : the Court of Versailles resolved to check Dupleix, and keep the peace in India. There was not much sense of gratitude to the man who had done so much towards establishing a great empire there for Louis XV., nor indeed were his achievements understood. A dispatch was sent out superseding him in the government of Pondicherry, and the very next day, the ist of August, 1754, his successor, M. Godcheu, arrived in the harbour. Dupleix resigned without complaint, and it was well for him, for a lettre-de-cachet had been given to the new governor authorising him to treat this great administrator as a state criminal, and to declare all his supporters guilty of high treason. Godcheu, however, was too just to use these letters ; he treated his predecessor with great respect, and till his departure allowed him to retain all the splendours with which he had been invested as Nawaub of the Carnatic.

Godcheu and Saunders together concluded a treaty placing the possessions of each company in the same condition as they had been in before the war, except the district of Masulipatam, which was made accessible to the English. All the territories ceded by the native princes Dupleix returned to their owners, and each company renounced intervention in native politics, a promise impossible to be kept.

Guizot says, 'England renounced a few unimportant towns ; France yielded the empire of the Indies. When the treaty was signed, Bussy, Dupleix's intended son-in-law, was in hopes of at last winning Trichinopoly. He was furious and wanted to throw up everything and come home; but Dupleix would not hear of it, and left him, hoping that the cause of France in India might revive in his hands.

Dupleix with his wife and daughter sailed for France. He had embarked all his gains on his schemes of conquest, but the revenues that were to reimburse him were seized by Godcheu, and he went home a ruined man. He was, however, received with distinction by the King and Madame de Pompadour, and he and his wife were admired as wonders and mobbed by enthusiastic crowds, and promises both for himself and India were freely made to him. Not one of them was kept. He sank into poverty; his wife, poor Princess Jeanne, died, worn out with disappointment, in two years' time; his daughter, so long the betrothed of Bussy, did not long survive her, and the few remaining years of Dupleix's own life were spent miserably, tormented by creditors, and by the reproaches of the friends and relations who had been led by him to embark their fortunes in a cause which but for the desertion of his government would probably have been successful in such measure as to yield them ample returns. He died in 1765, just in time to be saved from a debtor's prison.





It is spring-time again, and the apple-trees are again lovely with blossom. Gabrielle wondered why the orchards round Caen seemed so inferior to those of Côme; the surrounding country too was flat and uninteresting, without a glimpse of the deep blue sea that seemed the natural horizon to the pink and white flecked orchards, for a sight of which she pined.

She had grown tired of Caen. At first she had thought it delightful to live in a big town, with beautiful shops-she had never dreamed of such cakes and confectionery as were to be seen in the Rue St. Jean, and in the street that leads from the church of St. Pierre to the Abbaye aux Hommes; but the first glamour soon passed away. She had also grown very tired of the good nuns to whom she went every day for lessons in fine embroidery and music, accomplishments which

which Madame Lagrive considered might be necessary for the wife of Charlot Marie. The lessons had made a pretext for spending all these months in Caen ; but the real reason had been to effect a separation between Gabrielle and Pierre Sarrazin.

When, after parting from Yves, Gabrielle rushed into her grand-aunt's house in a fit of hysteric terror, she declared that she would not stay in Côme ; she could not risk the chance of another meeting with that cruel man. She begged her aunt and cousin to send her back to school, but Madame Lagrive decided that the money might be better spent; besides she felt that at

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