"It is not a lively one, sir, certainly; but return to the motive which has brought you hither--what do you wish of me?"
"I am ordered, my lord, to conduct you to the Barbadoes; from there you will be transported and incarcerated in the Tower of London, of which your grace has retained remembrance."
"Zounds! to prison!" said the Gascon to himself, to whom this prospect was not inviting; "to prison--in the Tower of London! I must inform this Dutch animal of his mistake; this mistaken ident.i.ty no longer pleases me. The devil! to the Tower of London! this is paying for "your grace"
and "my lord" rather too dearly!"
"It is unnecessary for me to say to you, my lord, that you will be treated with the respect due to your misfortunes and your rank. Except for liberty, which can never be accorded you, you will be surrounded by care and consideration."
"After all," thought Croustillac, "why should I hasten to dissuade this northern bear? I have no hope, alas, of interesting Blue Beard in my martyrdom. It seems to me that I perceive vaguely that the mistake of this Dutchman in my person may serve this adorable little creature. If that is so, I shall be delighted. Once having reached England, the mistake will be discovered and I set free; and, as it is best, after all, that I return to Europe, I should like better if it were possible, to return in the character of a great prince, a lord, than as a free pa.s.senger of Captain Daniel"s. I shall not at least be compelled to balance forks on the end of my nose nor be reduced to swallowing lighted candles."
The colonel, taking the Gascon"s silence for despair, said to him, in a gentler tone, "I suppose your grace perceives with pain the future before you. There is enough occasion for it, it seems to me."
"To be a prisoner always in the Tower of London?"
"Yes, my lord; but you cannot enjoy much liberty here; perhaps this life of agony and continual unrest is not so much to be regretted?"
"You wish to gild the pill, as they say, sir; your motive is praiseworthy; but you appear very certain of carrying me to Barbadoes, and from there to the Tower of London?"
"To accomplish this, my lord, I had brought with me a most determined man. He is dead, however--a most frightful death." And Rutler trembled in spite of himself at the remembrance of John"s death.
"And so, sir, you were reduced to accomplish this expedition yourself?"
"Yes, my lord."
"And you flatter yourself that you can carry me off, unaided?"
"Yes, my lord."
"You are sure of that?"
"Perfectly sure."
"And by means of what miracle?"
"There is no need of a miracle; the thing is very simple, my lord."
"May I know it?"
"You must be informed of it, my lord, because I count princ.i.p.ally upon your a.s.sistance."
"To enable you to carry me off?"
"Yes, my lord."
"The fact is, that, without vanity, I can, under these circ.u.mstances, if I mix myself in the matter, be of some help to you?"
After a moment"s reflection, Rutler said, "Your firmness has not been exaggerated, your grace; it would be impossible to show a more resolute spirit or more coolness under ill fortune."
"I a.s.sure you, sir, that it would be difficult for me to bear it otherwise."
"If I have spoken thus my lord, it is because you, being a man of coolness and resolution, can understand better than any one what must be accepted with coolness and resolution, for I have no choice but to carry you away from here."
"Listen, sir; if the expedient is good, I will be the first to acknowledge it. One moment, however; you seem to forget that I am not here alone."
"I know that, my lord; madame the d.u.c.h.ess has but just quitted you, she may return any moment."
"And not alone, I warn you of that."
"Were she accompanied by a hundred armed men I should not fear."
"Truly?"
"No, my lord, I will go further; I rather count upon the return of the d.u.c.h.ess to decide you to follow me in case you still hesitate."
"Sir you speak in riddles."
"I will tell you the word very soon my lord, but first I must inform you that almost all is known concerning you since your flight from London."
"In denying this to him I shall force him to speak; and I shall perhaps learn something more," said the chevalier to himself. "As to that, sir I, cannot believe it; it is not possible."
"Listen to me, my lord; it is now four years since you espoused in France the mistress of this house. Whether the marriage be legal or not, having been contracted after your execution, and consequently during the widowhood of your first wife, does not concern me--that is a matter for your conscience and the church."
"Decidedly my friend the duke has placed himself in an exceptional position," said Croustillac to himself, "he can be murdered because he is dead; and he can remarry because his wife is his widow! I begin to have my ideas singularly mixed, for since yesterday very strange things have come to my knowledge."
"You see, my lord, that my information is exact."
"Exact--exact--to a certain point. You believe me capable of having remarried after my execution; that is rather risky. The devil! sir, one must be very sure of his facts, at least, to attribute to men such original proceedings."
"Hold, my lord, you doubtless do not believe in my authority, and you jest; but your gayety does not surprise me; your grace has kept his freedom of spirit in circ.u.mstances more serious than this."
"What would you wish, sir? gayety is the wealth of the poor."
"My lord," cried the colonel, in a severe tone, "the king, my master, does not merit this reproach."
"What reproach?" said the Gascon, stupefied.
"Your grace said that gayety is the wealth of the poor."
"Well, sir, I do not see what there is to insult your master, the king, in that."
"Is it not equivalent to saying, my lord, that because you see yourself in the power of my master that you look upon yourself as despoiled of everything?"
"You are sensitive, sir. Be a.s.sured this reflection was purely philosophical and did not have reference to my particular position."
"That is different, my lord; but I am astonished to hear you speak of your poverty."
"Zounds! that has often made me bitterly lament," said Croustillac, laughing.
"Few fortunes equal yours, sir. The enormous sum you received from the sale of a portion of your precious stones will be secured to you and yours. William of Orange, my master, is not one of those who enrich themselves by confiscating the goods of their political enemies."