ved no
less, and on whom her whole love must now be concentrated, was at stake.

She still had a son to save, and she must now think of him--of Louis
Napoleon, who stood in sorrow at her side, lamenting that Fate had not
allowed him to die with his brother.

Her son must be saved. This thought restored Hortense to health and
strength. She is informed that the authorities of Bologna have already
tendered submission to the Austrians; that the insurgent army is already
scattering in every direction; that the Austrian fleet is already to be
seen in the distance, approaching, perhaps with the intention of landing
at Sinigaglia, in order to surround the insurgents and render flight
impossible.

This intelligence aroused Hortense from her grief and restored her
energy. She ordered her carriage and drove with her son to Ancona, in
full view of the people, in order that every one should know that it was
her purpose to embark with her son for Corfu at that seaport. At Ancona,
immediately fronting the sea, stood her nephew's palace, and there
Hortense descended from her carriage.

The waves of the storm-tossed sea sometimes rushed up to the windows of
the room occupied by the duchess; from there she could see the port, and
the crowds of fugitives who were pressing forward to save themselves on
the miserable little vessels that there lay at anchor.

And these poor people had but little time left them in which to seek
safety. The Austrians were rapidly advancing; on entering the papal
territory, they had proclaimed an amnesty, from the benefits of which
Prince Louis Napoleon, General Zucchi, and the inhabitants of Modena,
were, however, excepted. The strangers who had taken part in the
insurrection were to be arrested and treated with all the severity
of the law.

The young people who had flocked from Modena, Milan, and from all Italy,
to enroll themselves under the banner of the Roman revolution, now found
it necessary to seek safety from the pursuing Austrians in flight.

Louis Napoleon also had no time to lose; each moment lost might render
flight impossible! Hortense was weary and ill, but she now had no time
to think of herself; she must first save her son, then she could die,
but not sooner.

With perfect composure she prepared for her double (her feigned and her
real) departure.

Outwardly, she purposed embarking with her son at Corfu; secretly, it
was her intention to fly to England through France! But the English