'IhaveheardyousaymuchthesameoftheKingofFrance,'I
saidderisively.
'Youtrustinhim?'heretorted,hiseyesgleaming.'Youhavebeenupthere,andseenhiscrowdedchamber,andcountedhisforty-fivegentlemenandhisgrey-coatedSwiss?Itellyouthesplendouryousawwasadream,andwillvanishasadream.Theman'sstrengthandhisgloryshallgofromhim,andthatsoon.
Haveyounoeyestoseethatheisbesidethequestion?TherearebuttwopowersinFrance——theHolyUnion,whichstillprevails,andtheaccursedHuguenot;andbetweenthemisthebattle.'
'Nowyouaretellingmemore,'Isaid.
Hegrewsoberinamoment,lookingatmewithaviciousangerhardtodescribe.
'Tuttut,'hesaid,showinghisyellowteeth,'thedeadtellnotales.AndforHenryofValois,hesolovesamonkthatyoumightbetteraccusehismistress.Butforyou,Ihaveonlytocry"Ho!aHuguenotandaspy!"andthoughhelovedyoumorethanhelovedQuelusorMaugiron,hedarenotstretchoutafingertosaveyou!'
Iknewthathespokethetruth,andwithdifficultymaintainedtheairofindifferencewithwhichIhadenteredontheinterview.
'ButwhatifIleaveBlois?'Iventured,merelytoseewhathewouldsay.
Helaughed.'Youcannot,'heanswered.'Thenetisroundyou,M.deMarsac,andtherearethoseateverygatewhoknowyouandhavetheirinstructions.Icandestroyyou,butIwouldfainhaveyourinformation,andforthatIwillpayyoufivehundredcrownsandletyougo.'
'TofallintothehandsoftheKingofNavarre?'
'Hewilldisownyou,inanycase,'heansweredeagerly.'Hehadthatinhismind,myfriend,whenheselectedanagentsoobscure.Hewilldisownyou.Ah,monDieu!hadIbeenanhourquickerIhadcaughtRosny——Rosnyhimself!'
'Thereisonethinglackingstill,'Ireplied.'HowamItobesurethat,whenIhavetoldyouwhatIknow,youwillpaymethemoneyorletmego?'
'Iwillsweartoit!'heansweredearnestly,deceivedintothinkingIwasabouttosurrender.'Iwillgiveyoumyoath,M.
deMarsac!'
'Iwouldassoonhaveyourshoe-lace!'Iexclaimed,theindignationIcouldnotentirelyrepressfindingventinthatphrase.'AChurchman'svowisworthacandle——oracandleandahalf,isit?'Icontinuedironically.'Imusthavesomesecurityagreatdealmoresubstantialthanthat,father.'
'What?'heasked,lookingatmegloomily.
Seeinganopening,Icudgelledmybrainstothinkofanyconditionwhich,beingfulfilled,mightturnthetableonhimandplacehiminmypower.Buthispositionwassostrong,ormywitssoweak,thatnothingoccurredtomeatthetime,andIsatlookingat,him,mymindgraduallypassingfromthepossibilityofescapetotheactualdangerinwhichIstood,andwhichencompassedalsoSimonFleix,and,inadegree,doubtless,M.deRambouillet.Infourorfivedays,too,MademoiselledelaVirewouldarrive.IwonderedifIcouldsendanywarningtoher;andthen,again,IdoubtedthewisdomofinterferingwithM.deRosny'splans,themoreasMaignan,whohadgonetofetchmademoiselle,wasofakindtodisregardanyorderssavehismaster's.
'Well!'saidthemonk,impatientlyrecallingmetomyself,'whatsecuritydoyouwant?'
'Iamnotquitesureatthismoment,'Imadeanswerslowly.'I
aminadifficultposition.Imusthavesometimetoconsider.'
'Andtoridyourselfofme,ifitbepossible,'hesaidwithirony.'Iquiteunderstand.ButIwarnyouthatyouarewatched;andthatwhereveryougoandwhateveryoudo,eyeswhicharemineareuponyou.'
'I,too,understand,'Isaidcoolly.
Hestoodawhileuncertain,regardingmewithmingleddoubtandmalevolence,torturedontheonehandbyfearoflosingtheprizeifhegranteddelay,ontheotheroffailingasutterlyifheexertedhispoweranddidnotsucceedinsubduingmyresolution.
Iwatchedhim,too,andgauginghiseagernessandthevalueofthestakeforwhichhewasstrivingbythestrengthofhisemotions,drewsmallcomfortfromthesight.Morethanonceithadoccurredtome,andnowitoccurredtomeagain,toextricatemyselfbyablow.Butanaturalreluctancetostrikeanunarmedman,howevervileandknavish,andthebeliefthathehadnottrustedhimselfinmypowerwithouttakingthefullestprecautions,withheldme.Whenhegrudgingly,andwithmanydarkthreats,proposedtowaitthreedays——andnotanhourmore——formyanswer,Iaccepted;forIsawnootheralternativeopen.Andontheseterms,butnotwithoutsomeshortdiscussion,weparted,andIheardhisstealthyfootstepgosneakingdownthestairs.
CHAPTERXIX.
MENCALLITCHANCE.
IfIweretellingmorethanthetruth,orhaditinmymindtoembellishmyadventures,Icould,doubtless,bytheexerciseofalittleingenuitymakeitappearthatIowedmyescapefromFatherAntoine'smeshestomyowncraft;andtell,infine,asprettyastoryofplotsandcounterplotsasM.deBrantomehaseverwoven.
Havingnodesire,however,tomagnifymyselfand,atthistimeofday,scarcelyanyreason,Iamfaintoconfessthatthereversewasthecase;andthatwhilenomaneverdidlesstofreehimselfthanIdid,myadversaryretainedhisgrasptotheend,andhadsurely,butforastrangeinterposition,effectedmyruin.Howreliefcame,andfromwhatquarter,Imightdefythemostingeniousperson,afterreadingmymemoirstothispoint,tosay;
andthisnotsomuchbyreasonofanysubtledevice,asbecausethehandofProvidencewasforoncedirectlymanifest.
ThethreedaysofgracewhichthepriesthadgrantedIpassedinanxiousbutfutilesearchforsomemeansofescape,everyplanI
conceiveddyingstillborn,andnottheleastofmymiserieslyinginthefactthatIcoulddiscernnobettercoursethanstilltositandthink,andseemeddoomedtoperpetualinaction.M.deRambouilletbeingastrictCatholic,thoughinallotherrespectsapatrioticman,Iknewbetterthantohaverecoursetohim;andthepriest'sinfluenceoverM.d'AgenIhadmyselfwitnessed.
ForsimilarreasonsIrejectedtheideaofapplyingtotheking;
andthisexhaustingthelistofthoseonwhomIhadanyclaim,I
foundmyselfthrownonmyownresources,whichseemedlimited——mywitsfailingmeatthispinch——tomyswordandSimonFleix.
AssuredthatImustbreakoutofBloisifIwouldsavenotmyselfonly,butothersmorepreciousbecauseentrustedtomycharge,I
thoughtitnodisgracetoappealtoSimon;describinginalivelyfashionthedangerwhichthreatenedus,andincitingtheladbyeveryargumentwhichIthoughtlikelytohaveweightwithhimtodevisesomewayofescape.
Nowisthetime,myfriend,'Isaid,'toshowyourwits,andprovethatM.deRosny,whosaidyouhadacunningabovetheordinary,wasright.Ifyourbraincaneversaveyourhead,nowisthetime!ForItellyouplainly,ifyoucannotfindsomewaytooutmanoeuvrethisvillainbeforeto-morrow,Iamspent.Youcanjudgeforyourselfwhatchanceyouwillhaveofgoingfree.'
Ipausedatthat,waitingforhimtomakesomesuggestion.Tomychagrinheremainedsilent,leaninghisheadonhishand,andstudyingthetablewithhiseyesinasullenfashion;sothatI
begantoregretthecondescensionIhadevincedinlettinghimbeseated,andfounditnecessarytoremindhimthathehadtakenservicewithme,andmustdomybidding.
'Well,'hesaidmorosely,andwithoutlookingup,'Iamreadytodoit.ButIdonotlikepriests,andthisoneleastofall.I
knowhim,andIwillnotmeddlewithhim.'
'Youwillnotmeddlewithhim?'Icried,almostbesidemyselfwithdismay.
'No,Iwon't,'hereplied,retaininghislistlessattitude.'I
knowhim,andIamafraidofhim.Iamnomatchforhim.'
'ThenM.deRosnywaswrong,washe?'Isaid,givingwaytomyanger.
'Ifitpleaseyou,'heansweredpertly.
Thiswastoomuchforme.Myriding-switchlayhandy,andI
snatcheditup.BeforeheknewwhatIwouldbeat,Ifelluponhim,andgavehimsuchasoundwholesomedrubbingasspeedilybroughthimtohissenses.Whenhecriedformercy——whichhedidnotforagoodspace,beingstillpossessedbythepeevishdevilwhichhadriddenhimeversincehisdeparturefromRosny——IputittohimagainwhetherM.deRosnywasnotright.Whenheatlastadmittedthis,butnottillthen,Ithrewthewhipawayandlethimgo,butdidnotceasetoreproachhimashedeserved.
'Didyouthink,'Isaid,'thatIwasgoingtoberuinedbecauseyouwouldnotuseyourlazybrains?ThatIwasgoingtositstill,andletyousulk,whilemademoisellewalkedblindfoldintothetoils?Notatall,myfriend!'
'Mademoiselle!'heexclaimed,lookingatmewitha,suddenchangeofcountenance,endceasingtorubhimselfandscowl,ashehadbeendoing.'Sheisnothere,andisinnodanger.'
'Shewillbehereto-morrow,orthenextday,'Isaid.
Youdidnottellmethat!'hereplied,hiseyesglittering.
'DoesFatherAntoineknowit?'
'Hewillknowitthemomentsheentersthetown,'Ianswered.
Notingthechangewhichtheintroductionofmademoiselle'snameintotheaffairhadwroughtinhim,Ifeltsomethinglikehumiliation.ButatthemomentIhadnochoice;itwasmybusinesstousesuchinstrumentsascametomyhand,andnot,mademoiselle'ssafetybeingatstake,topickandchoosetoonicely.Inafewminutesourpositionswerereversed.TheladhadgrownashotasIcold,askeenlyexcitedasIcritical.
Whenhepresentlycametoastandinfrontofme,Isawastrangelikenessbetweenhisfaceandthepriest's;norwasIastonishedwhenhepresentlymadejustsuchaproposalasIshouldhaveexpectedfromFatherAntoinehimself.
'Thereisonlyonethingforit,'hemuttered,tremblingallover.'Hemustbegotridof!'
'Finetalking!'Isaid,contemptuously.'Ifhewereasoldierhemightbebroughttoit.Butheisapriest,myfriend,anddoesnotfight.'
'Fight?Whowantshimtofight?'theladanswered,hisfacedark,hishandsmovingrestlessly.'Itistheeasierdone.A
blowintheback,andhewilltroubleusnomore.'
'Whoistostrikeit?'Iaskeddrily.
Simontrembledandhesitated;butpresently,heavingadeepsigh,hesaid,'Iwill.'
'Itmightnotbedifficult,'Imuttered,thinkingitover.
'Itwouldbeeasy,'heansweredunderhisbreath.Hiseyesshone,hislipswerewhite,andhislongdarkhairhungwetoverhisforehead.
Ireflected,andthelongerIdidsothemorefeasibleseemedthesuggestion.Asingleword,andImightsweepfrommypaththemanwhoseexistencethreatenedmine;whowouldnotmeetmefairly,but,workingagainstmedarklyandtreacherously,deservednobettertreatmentatmyhandsthanthatwhichadetectedspyreceives.Hehadwrongedmymother;hewouldfaindestroymyfriends!
And,doubtless,Ishallbeblamedbysomeandridiculedbymoreforindulginginscruplesatsuchatime.ButIhaveallmylifelongbeenprejudicedagainstthatformofunderhandviolencewhichIhaveheardoldmencontendcameintofashioninourcountryinmoderntimes,andwhichcertainlyseemstobealienfromtheFrenchcharacter.Withoutjudgingotherstooharshly,orsayingthattheponiardisneverexcusable——forthenmightsomewrongsdonetowomenandthehelplessgowithoutremedy——I
havesetmyfaceagainstitsuseasunworthyofasoldier.Atthetime,moreover,ofwhichIamnowwritingtheextenttowhichourenemieshadlatelyresortedtoittendedtofixthisfeelingwithpeculiarfirmnessinmymind;and,butfortheverydesperatedilemmainwhichIstoodatthemoment——andnotI
alone——IdonotthinkthatIshouldhaveentertainedSimon'sproposalforaminute.
Asitwas,Ipresentlyansweredhiminawaywhichlefthiminnodoubtofmysentiments.'Simon,myfriend,'Isaid——andI
rememberIwasalittlemoved——'youhavesomethingstilltolearn,bothasasoldierandaHuguenot.Neithertheonenortheotherstrikesattheback.'
'Butifhewillnotfight?'theladretortedrebelliously.
'Whatthen?'
ItwassoclearthatouradversarygainedanunfairadvantageinthiswaythatIcouldnotanswerthequestion.Iletitpass,therefore,andmerelyrepeatingmyformerinjunction,badeSimonthinkoutanotherway.
Hepromisedreluctantlytodoso,and,afterspendingsomemomentsinthought,wentouttolearnwhetherthehousewasbeingwatched.
Whenhereturned,hiscountenanceworesonewanexpressionthatIsawatoncethatsomethinghadhappened.Hedidnotmeetmyeye,however,anddidnotexplain,butmadeasifhewouldgooutagain,withsomethingofconfusioninhismanner.Beforefinallydisappearing,however,heseemedtochangehismindoncemore;
for,marchinguptomewhereIstoodeyeinghimwiththeutmostastonishment,hestoppedbeforeme,andsuddenlydrawingouthishand,thrustsomethingintomine.
'Whatisit,man?'Isaidmechanically.
'Look!'heansweredrudely,breakingsilenceforthefirsttime.
'Youshouldknow.Whyaskme?WhathaveItodowithit?'
Ilookedthen,andsawthathehadgivenmeaknotofvelvetpreciselysimilarisshape,size,andmaterialtothatwell-
rememberedonewhichhadaidedmesoopportunelyinmysearchformademoiselle.Thisdifferedfromthatalittleincolour,butinnothingelse,thefashionofthebowbeingthesame,andonelappethearingtheinitials'C.d.l.V.,'whiletheotherhadthewords,'Amoi.'Igazedatitinwonder.'But,Simon,'I
said,'whatdoesitmean?Wheredidyougetit?'
'WhereshouldIgetit?'heansweredjealously.Then,seemingtorecollecthimself,hechangedhistone.'Awomangaveittomeinthestreet,'hesaid.
Iaskedhimwhatwoman.
'HowshouldIknow?'heanswered,hiseyesgleamingwithanger.
'Itwasawomaninamask.'
'WasitFanchette?'Isaidsternly.
'Itmighthavebeen.Idonotknow,'heresponded.
Iconcludedatfirstthatmademoiselleandherescorthadarrivedintheoutskirtsofthecity,andthatMaignanhadjustifiedhisreputationfordiscretionbysendingintolearnfrommewhetherthewaywasclearbeforeheentered.InthisnotionIwaspartlyconfirmedandpartlyshakenbytheaccompanyingmessage;whichSimon,fromwhomeveryscrapofinformationhadtobedraggedasbloodfromastone,presentlydelivered.
'Youaretomeetthesenderhalfanhouraftersunsetto-morrowevening,'hesaid,'ontheParvisatthenorth-eastcornerofthecathedral.'
'To-morrowevening?'
'Yes,whenelse?'theladansweredungraciously.'Isaidto-
morrowevening.'
Ithoughtthisstrange.IcouldunderstandwhyMaignanshouldprefertokeephischargeoutsidethewallsuntilheheardfromme,butnotwhyheshouldpostponeameetingsolong.Themessage,too,seemedunnecessarilymeagre,andIbegantothinkSimonwasstillwithholdingsomething.
'Wasthatall?'Iaskedhim.
'Yes,all,'heanswered,'except——'
'Exceptwhat?'Isaidsternly.
'ExceptthatthewomanshowedmethegoldtokenMademoiselledelaVireusedtocarry,'heansweredreluctantly,'andsaid,ifyouwantedfurtherassurancethatwouldsatisfyyou.'
'Didyouseethecoin?'Icriedeagerly.
'Tobesure,'heanswered.
'Then,mondieu!'Iretorted,'eitheryouaredeceivingme,orthewomanyousawdeceivedyou.Formademoisellehasnotgotthetoken!Ihaveithere,inmypossession!Now,doyoustillsayyonsawit,man?'
'Isawonelikeit,'heanswered,trembling,hisfacedamp.
'ThatIwillswear.AndthewomantoldmewhatIhavetoldyou.
Andnomore.'
'Thenitisclear,'Ianswered,'thatmademoisellehasnothingtodowiththis,andisdoubtlessmanyaleagueaway.ThisisoneofM.deBruhl'stricks.Fresnoygavehimthetokenhestolefromme.AndItoldhimthestoryofthevelvetknotmyself.
Thisisatrap;andhadIfallenintoit,andgonetotheParvisto-morrowevening,Ihadneverkeptanotherassignation,mylad.'
Simonlookedthoughtful.Presentlyhesaid,withacrestfallenair,'Youweretogoalone.Thewomansaidthat.'
ThoughIknewwellwhyhehadsuppressedthisitem,Iforboretoblamehim.'Whatwasthewomanlike?'Isaid.
'ShehadverymuchofFranchette'sfigure,'heanswered.Hecouldnotgobeyondthat.Blindedbytheideathatthewomanwasmademoiselle'sattendant,andnooneelse,hehadtakenlittleheedofher,andcouldnotevensayforcertainthatshewasnotamaninwoman'sclothes.
Ithoughtthematteroveranddiscusseditwithhim;andwasheartilymindedtopunishM.deBruhl,ifIcoulddiscoverawayofturninghistreacherousplotagainsthimself.Butthelackofanypreciseknowledgeofhisplanspreventedmestirringinthematter;themoreasIfeltnocertaintythatIshouldbemasterofmyactionswhenthetimecame.
StrangetosaythediscoveryofthismovementonthepartofBruhl,whohadsedulouslykepthimselfinthebackgroundsincethesceneintheking'spresence,farfromincreasingmyanxieties,hadtheeffectofadministeringafilliptomyspirits;whichthecoldandunyieldingpressureoftheJacobinhadreducedtoalowpoint.HerewassomethingIcouldunderstand,resist,andguardagainst.ThefeelingthatIhadoncemoretodowithamanoflikeaimsandpassionswithmyselfquicklyrestoredmetotheuseofmyfaculties;asIhaveheardthataswordsmanopposedtothepowersofevilregainshisvigouronfindinghimselfengagedwithamortalfoe.ThoughIknewthatthehoursofgracewerefastrunningtoaclose,andthatonthemorrowthepriestwouldcallforananswer,Iexperiencedthateveningan,unreasonablelightnessandcheerfulness.Iretiredtorestwithconfidence,andsleptiscomfort,supportedinpart,perhaps,bytheassurancethatinthatroomwheremymotherdiedherpersecutorcouldhavenopowertoharmme.
UponSimonFleix,ontheotherhand,thediscoverythatBruhlwasmoving,andthatconsequentlyperilthreatenedusfromanewquarter,hadadifferenteffect.Hefellintoastateofextremeexcitement,andspenttheeveningandagreatpartofthenightinwalkingrestlesslyupanddowntheroom,wrestlingwiththefearsandanxietieswhichbesetus,andnowtalkingfasttohimself,nowbitinghisnailsinanagonyofimpatience.InvainIadjuredhimnottomeettroubleshalfway;or,pointingtothepalletwhichheoccupiedatthefootofmycouch,badehim,ifhecouldnotdeviseawayofescape,atleasttoletthematterrestuntilmorning.Hehadnopowertoobey,but,torturedbythevividanticipationswhichitwashisnaturetoentertain,hecontinuedtorambletoandfroinafeverofthenerves,andhadnosoonerlaindownthanbewasupagain.Remembering,however,howwellhehadbornehimselfonthenightofmademoiselle'sescapefromBlois,Irefrainedfromcallinghimacoward;andcontentedmyselfinsteadwiththereflectionthatnothingsitsworseonafighting-manthantoomuchknowledge——except,perhaps,alivelyimagination.
IthoughtitpossiblethatmademoisellemightarrivenextdaybeforeFatherAntoinecalledtoreceivehisanswer.InthiseventIhopedtohavethesupportofMaignan'sexperience.Butthepartydidnotarrive.Ihadtorelyonmyselfandmyownresources,and,thisbeingso,determinedtorefusethepriest'soffer,butinallotherthingstobeguidedbycircumstances.
Aboutnoonhecame,attended,aswashispractice,bytwofriends,whomheleftoutside.Helookedpalerandmoreshadowythanbefore,Ithought,hishandsthinner,andhischeeksmoretransparent.Icoulddrawnogoodaugury,however,fromthese,signsoffrailty,forthebrightnessofhiseyesandtheunusualelationofhismannertoldplainlyofaspiritassuredofthemastery.Heenteredtheroomwithanairofconfidence,andaddressedmeinatoneofpatronagewhichleftmeinnodoubtofhisintentions;thefranknesswithwhichhenowlaidbarehisplansgoingfartoprovethatalreadyheconsideredmenobetterthanhistool.
Ididnotatonceundeceivehim,butallowedhimtoproceed,andeventobringoutthefivehundredcrownswhichhehadpromisedme,andthesightofwhichhedoubtlesssupposedwouldclenchthematter.
Seeingthishebecamestilllessreticent,andspokesolargelythatIpresentlyfeltmyselfimpelledtoaskhimifhewouldansweraquestion.
'Thatisasmaybe,M.deMarsac,'heansweredlightly.'Youmayaskit.'
'Youhintatgreatschemeswhichyouhaveinhand,father,'I
said.'YouspeakofFranceandSpainandNavarre,andkingsandLeaguesandcardinals!Youtalkofsecretstrings,andwouldhavemebelievethatifIcomplywithyourwishesIshallfindyouaspowerfulapatronasM.deRosny.But——onemoment,ifyouplease,'Icontinuedhastily,seeingthathewasabouttointerruptmewithsucheagerassurancesasIhadalreadyheard;
'tellmethis.Withsomanyironsinthefire,whydidyouinterferewithoneoldgentlewoman——forthesakeofafewcrowns?"
'Iwilltellyoueventhat,'heanswered,hisfaceflushingatmytone.'Haveyoueverheardofanelephant?Yes.Well,ithasatrunk,youknow,withwhichitcaneitherdraganoakfromtheearthorliftagroatfromtheground.Itissowithme.Butagainyouask,'hecontinuedwithanairygrimace,'whyIwantedafewcrowns.EnoughthatIdid.Therearegoingtobetwothingsintheworld,andtwoonly,M.deMarsac:brainsandmoney.TheformerIhave,andhad:thelatterIneeded——andtook.'
'Moneyandbrains?'Isaid,lookingathimthoughtfully.
'Yes,'heanswered,hiseyessparkling,histhinnostrilsbeginningtodilate.'Givemethesetwo,andIwillruleFrance!'
'YouwillruleFrance?'Iexclaimed,amazedbeyondmeasurebyhisaudacity.'You,man?'
'Yes,I,'heanswered,withabominablecoolness.'I,priest,monk,Churchman,clerk.Youlooksurprised,butmarkyou,sir,thereisachangegoingon.Ourtimeiscoming,andyoursisgoing.WhathampersourlordthekingandshutshimupinBlois,whilerebellionsstalkthroughFrance?Lackofmen?No;butlackofmoney.Whocangetthemoneyforhim——youthesoldier,orItheclerk?Athousandtimes,I!Therefore,mytimeiscoming,andbeforeyoudieyouwillseeapriestruleFrance.'
'Godforbiditshouldbeyou,'Iansweredscornfully.
'Asyouplease,'heanswered,shrugginghisshoulders,andassuminginabreathamaskofhumilitywhichsatasillonhismonstrousconceitasevernun'sveilonatrooper.'YetitmayevenbeI;bythefavouroftheHolyCatholicChurch,whosehumbleministerIam.'
Isprangupwithagreatoathatthat,havingnostomachformoreofthestrangetransformations,inwhichthismandelighted,andwhereofthelasthadevertheairofbeingthemosthateful.
'Youvillain!'Icried,twistingmymoustaches,ahabitIhavewhenenraged.'Andsoyouwouldmakemeastepping-stonetoyourgreatness.Youwouldbribeme——asoldierandagentleman.Go,beforeIdoyouamischief.ThatisallIhavetosaytoyou.
Go!Youhaveyouranswer.Iwilltellyounothing——notajotoratittle.Begonefrommyroom!'
Hefellbackastepinhissurprise,andstoodagainstthetablebitinghisnailsandscowlingatme,fearandchagrincontendingwithhalfadozendevilsforthepossessionofhisface.'Soyouhavebeendeceivingme,'hesaidslowly,andatlast.
'Ihaveletyoudeceiveyourself'Ianswered,lookingathimwithscorn,butwithlittleofthefearwithwhichhehadforawhileinspiredme.'Begone,anddoyourworst.'
'Youknowwhatyouaredoing,'hesaid.'Ihavethatwillhangyou,M.deMarsac——orworse.'
'Go!'Icried.
'Youhavethoughtofyourfriends,'hecontinuedmockingly.
'Go!'Isaid.
'OfMademoiselledelaVire,ifbyanychanceshefallintomyhands?Itwillnotbehangingforher.YourememberthetwoFoucauds?'——andhelaughed.
Thevilethreat,whichIknewhehadusedtomymother,soworkeduponmethatIstrodeforwardunabletocontrolmyselflonger.
InanothermomentIhadcertainlytakenhimbythethroatandsqueezedthelifeoutofhismiserablecarcase,hadnotProvidenceinitsgoodnessintervenedtosaveme.Thedoor,onwhichhehadalreadylaidhishandinterror,openedsuddenly.
ItadmittedSimon,who,closingit;behindhim,stoodlookingfromonetotheotherofusinnervousdoubt;dividedbetweenthatrespectforthepriestwhichatrainingattheSorbonnehadinstilledintohim,andtheragewhichdespairarousesintheweakest.
Hispresence,whileitcheckedmeinmypurpose,seemedtogiveFatherAntoinecourage,fortheprieststoodhisground,andeventurnedtomeasecondtime,hisfacedarkwithspiteanddisappointment.'Good,'hesaidhoarsely.'Destroyyourselfifyouwill!Iadviseyoutobaryourdoor,forinanhourtheguardswillbeheretofetchyoutothequestion.'
Simoncriedoutatthethreat,sothatIturnedandlookedatthelad.Hiskneeswereshaking,hishairstoodonend.
Thepriestsawhisterrorandhisownopportunity.'Ay,inanhour,'hecontinuedslowly,lookingathimwithcrueleyes.'Inanhour,lad!Youmustbefondofpaintocourtit,andoutofhumourwithlifetothrowitaway.Orstay,'hecontinuedabruptly,afterconsideringSimon'snarrowlyforamoment,anddoubtlessdeducingfromitalasthope,'Iwillbemerciful.I
willgiveyouonemorechance.'
'Andyourself?'Isaidwithasneer.
'Asyouplease,'heanswered,decliningtobedivertedfromthetremblinglad,whomhisgazeseemedtofascinate.'Iwillgiveyouuntilhalfanhouraftersunsetthiseveningtoreconsiderthematter.Ifyoumakeupyourmindstoacceptmyterms,meetmethen.Ileaveto-nightforParis,andIwillgiveyouuntilthelastmoment.But,'hecontinuedgrimly,'ifyoudonotmeetme,or,meetingme,remainobstinate——Goddosotome,andmorealso,ifyouseethesunrisethrice.'
Someimpulse,Iknownotwhat,seeingthatIhadnothoughtofacceptinghistermsormeetinghim,ledmetoaskbriefly,'Where?'
'OntheParvisoftheCathedral,'heansweredafteramoment'scalculation.'Atthenorth-eastcorner,halfanhouraftersunset.Itisaquietspot.'
Simonutteredastifledexclamation.Andthenforamomenttherewassilenceintheroom,whiletheladbreathedhardandirregularly,andIstoodrootedtothespot,lookingsolongandsostrangelyatthepriestthatFatherAntoinelaidhishandagainonthedoorandglanceduneasilybehindhim.Norwashecontentuntilhehadhiton,ashefancied,thecauseofmystrangeregard.
'Ha!'hesaid,histhinlipcurlinginconceitathisastuteness,'Iunderstandyouthinktokillmeto-night?Letmetellyou,thishouseiswatched.Ifyouleaveheretomeetmewithanycompanion——unlessitbeM.d'Agen,whomIcantrust,I
shallbewarned,andbegonebeforeyoureachtherendezvous.
Andgone,mindyou,'headded,withagrimsmile,'tosignyourdeath-warrant.'
Hewentoutwiththat,closingthedoorbehindhim;andweheardhisstepgosoftlydownthestaircase.IgazedatSimon,andheatme,withalltheastonishmentandawewhichitwasnaturalweshouldfeelinpresenceofsoremarkableacoincidence.
Forbyamarvelthepriesthadnamedthesamespotandthesametimeasthesenderofthevelvetknot!
'Hewillgo,'Simonsaid,hisfaceflushedandhisvoicetrembling,'andtheywillgo.'
'Andinthedarktheywillnotknowhim,'Imuttered.'Heisaboutmyheight.Theywilltakehimforme!'
'Andkillhim!'Simoncriedhysterically.'Theywillkillhim!
Hegoestohisdeath,monsieur.ItisthefingerofGod.'
CHAPTERXX.
THEKING'SFACE.
ItseemedsonecessarytobringhomethecrimetoBruhlshouldthepriestreallyperishinthetraplaidforme,thatIcameneartofallingintooneofthosemistakestowhichmenofactionareprone.FormyfirstimpulsewastofollowthepriesttotheParvis,closelyenough,ifpossible,todetecttheassassinsintheact,andwithsufficientforce,ifIcouldmusterit,toarrestthem.ThecreditofdissuadingmefromthiscourselieswithSimon,whopointedoutitsdangersinsoconvincingamannerthatIwasbroughtwithlittledifficultytorelinquishit.
Instead,actingonhisadvice,IsenthimtoM.d'Agen'slodging,tobegthatyounggentlemantocalluponmebeforeevening.
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