ught out, he took off his hat, and remained uncovered till it
moved on, when he turned his horse, and followed the train to the corner
of the street. There were many present who saw his face, and by whom
its expression of deep sorrow was never afterwards forgotten. When he
again turned in the direction of Government-house, he proceeded at a
rapid pace, as if his purposes had been quickened by the sight.

His aides, who had been dispersed on different errands, entered the town
by its various avenues; and some of them joined him in the Jesuits'
Walk. At the gate of Government-house he was received by General Moyse,
who had been almost the last person in Cap to hear of his arrival.
L'Ouverture acknowledged his military greeting; and then, turning to his
aides, said in a calm tone, which yet was heard half-way down the Walk,
and thence propagated through the town, as if by echoes--

"General Moyse is under arrest."

As Moyse was moving off towards the apartment in which he was to be
guarded, he requested an interview with the Commander-in-Chief.

"After your business with the court-martial is concluded," was the
reply. "On no account before."

General Moyse bowed, and proceeded to his apartment.

For some hours after, there was every indication of the rapid
transaction of business in Government-house. Messengers were sent to
Fort Dauphin, to the commanding officer at Limbe, and to every military
station within thirty miles. Orders were issued for the garrison of Cap
to be kept close within their quarters. Not a man was to be allowed, on
any pretence whatever, to pass the barrack-gates, which were
well-guarded by the Commander-in-Chief's own guards, till troops for the
service of the town could arrive from Fort Dauphin. As L'Ouverture was
closeted with his secretary, message after message was reported; letter
upon letter was delivered by his usher. Among these messages came, at
length, one which made him start.

"Mademoiselle L'Ouverture begs to be permitted to see General Moyse."

Before he could reply, a note by another messenger was put into his
hands.

"I implore you to let me see Moyse. I do not ask to see you. I do
not wish it. I will disturb no one. Only give me an order to see
Moyse--for his sake, and that of your unhappy

"Genifrede."

Toussaint left the room, and was but too well directed by the
countenances of his servants to the room where Genifrede was lying, with
her face hidde