"It is true, quite true," said Baisemeaux, thoroughly alarmed; "but I have not spoken of the circ.u.mstance to any one but yourself, and you understand, monseigneur, that I perfectly rely on your discretion."
"Oh, be easy."
"Do you still wish to see the note?"
"Certainly."
While engaged in this manner in conversation, they had returned to the governor"s apartments; Baisemeaux took from the cupboard a private register, like the one he had already shown Aramis, but fastened by a lock, the key which opened it being one of a small bunch which Baisemeaux always carried with him. Then placing the book upon the table, he opened it at the letter "M," and showed Aramis the following note in the column of observations: "No books at any time; all linen and clothes of the finest and best quality to be procured; no exercise; always the same jailer; no communications with any one. Musical instruments; every liberty and every indulgence which his welfare may require; to be boarded at fifteen francs. M. de Baisemeaux can claim more if the fifteen francs be not sufficient."
"Ah," said Baisemeaux, "now I think of it, I shall claim it."
Aramis shut the book. "Yes," he said, "it is indeed M. de Mazarin"s handwriting; I recognize it well. Now, my dear governor," he continued, as if this last communication had exhausted his interest, "let us now turn over to our own little affairs."
"Well, what time for repayment do you wish me to take? Fix it yourself."
"There need not be any particular period fixed; give me a simple acknowledgement for one hundred and fifty thousand francs."
"When to be made payable?"
"When I require it; but, you understand, I shall only wish it when you yourself do."
"Oh, I am quite easy on that score," said Baisemeaux, smiling; "but I have already given you two receipts."
"Which I now destroy," said Aramis; and after having shown the two receipts to Baisemeaux, he destroyed them. Overcome by so great a mark of confidence, Baisemeaux unhesitatingly wrote out an acknowledgement of a debt of one hundred and fifty thousand francs, payable at the pleasure of the prelate. Aramis, who had, by glancing over the governor"s shoulder, followed the pen as he wrote, put the acknowledgement into his pocket without seeming to have read it, which made Baisemeaux perfectly easy. "Now," said Aramis, "you will not be angry with me if I were to carry off one of your prisoners?"
"What do you mean?"
"By obtaining his pardon, of course. Have I not already told you that I took a great interest in poor Seldon?"
"Yes, quite true, you did so."
"Well?"
"That is your affair; do as you think proper. I see you have an open hand, and an arm that can reach a great way."
"Adieu, adieu." And Aramis left, carrying with him the governor"s best wishes.
Chapter XXVI. The Two Friends.
At the very time M. de Baisemeaux was showing Aramis the prisoners in the Bastile, a carriage drew up at Madame de Belliere"s door, and, at that still early hour, a young woman alighted, her head m.u.f.fled in a silk hood. When the servants announced Madame Vanel to Madame de Belliere, the latter was engaged, or rather was absorbed, in reading a letter, which she hurriedly concealed. She had hardly finished her morning toilette, her maid being still in the next room. At the name-at the footsteps of Marguerite Vanel, Madame de Belliere ran to meet her. She fancied she could detect in her friend"s eyes a brightness which was neither that of health nor of pleasure. Marguerite embraced her, pressed her hands, and hardly allowed her time to speak. "Dearest," she said, "have you forgotten me? Have you quite given yourself up to the pleasures of the court?"
"I have not even seen the marriage fetes."
"What are you doing with yourself, then?"
"I am getting ready to leave for Belliere."
"For Belliere?"
"Yes."
"You are becoming rustic in your tastes, then; I delight to see you so disposed. But you are pale."
"No, I am perfectly well."
"So much the better; I was becoming uneasy about you. You do not know what I have been told."
"People say so many things."
"Yes, but this is very singular."
"How well you know how to excite curiosity, Marguerite."
"Well, I was afraid of vexing you."
"Never; you have yourself always admired me for my evenness of temper."
"Well, then, it is said that-no, I shall never be able to tell you."
"Do not let us talk about it, then," said Madame de Belliere, who detected the ill-nature that was concealed by all these prefaces, yet felt the most anxious curiosity on the subject.
"Well, then, my dear marquise, it is said, for some time past, you no longer continue to regret Monsieur de Belliere as you used to."
"It is an ill-natured report, Marguerite. I do regret, and shall always regret, my husband; but it is now two years since he died. I am only twenty-eight years old, and my grief at his loss ought not always to control every action and thought of my life. You, Marguerite, who are the model of a wife, would not believe me if I were to say so."
"Why not? Your heart is so soft and yielding," she said, spitefully.
"Yours is so, too, Marguerite, and yet I did not perceive that you allowed yourself to be overcome by grief when your heart was wounded." These words were in direct allusion to Marguerite"s rupture with the superintendent, and were also a veiled but direct reproach made against her friend"s heart.
As if she only awaited this signal to discharge her shaft, Marguerite exclaimed, "Well, Elise, it is said you are in love." And she looked fixedly at Madame de Belliere, who blushed against her will.
"Women can never escape slander," replied the marquise, after a moment"s pause.
"No one slanders you, Elise."
"What!-people say that I am in love, and yet they do not slander me!"
"In the first place, if it be true, it is no slander, but simply a scandal-loving report. In the next place-for you did not allow me to finish what I was saying-the public does not a.s.sert that you have abandoned yourself to this pa.s.sion. It represents you, on the contrary, as a virtuous but loving woman, defending yourself with claws and teeth, shutting yourself up in your own house as in a fortress; in other respects, as impenetrable as that of Danae, notwithstanding Danae"s tower was made of bra.s.s."
"You are witty, Marguerite," said Madame de Belliere, angrily.
"You always flatter me, Elise. In short, however, you are reported to be incorruptible and unapproachable. You cannot decide whether the world is calumniating you or not; but what is it you are musing about while I am speaking to you?"
"I?"
"Yes; you are blushing and do not answer me."
"I was trying," said the marquise, raising her beautiful eyes brightened with an indication of growing temper, "I was trying to discover to what you could possibly have alluded, you who are so learned in mythological subjects, in comparing me to Danae."
"You were trying to guess that?" said Marguerite, laughing.
"Yes; do you not remember that at the convent, when we were solving our problems in arithmetic-ah! what I have to tell you is learned also, but it is my turn-do you not remember, that if one of the terms were given, we were to find the other? Therefore do you guess now?"
"I cannot conjecture what you mean."
"And yet nothing is more simple. You pretend that I am in love, do you not?"
"So it is said."
"Very well; it is not said, I suppose, that I am in love with an abstraction. There must surely be a name mentioned in this report."
"Certainly, a name is mentioned."
"Very well; it is not surprising, then, that I should try to guess this name, since you do not tell it."
"My dear marquise, when I saw you blush, I did not think you would have to spend much time in conjectures."
"It was the word Danae which you used that surprised me. Danae means a shower of gold, does it not?"
"That is to say that the Jupiter of Danae changed himself into a shower of gold for her."
"My lover, then, he whom you a.s.sign me-"
"I beg your pardon; I am your friend, and a.s.sign you no one."
"That may be; but those who are ill disposed towards me."
"Do you wish to hear the name?"
"I have been waiting this half hour for it."
"Well, then, you shall hear it. Do not be shocked; he is a man high in power."
"Good," said the marquise, as she clenched her hands like a patient at the approach of the knife.
"He is a very wealthy man," continued Marguerite; "the wealthiest, it may be. In a word, it is-"
The marquise closed her eyes for a moment.
"It is the Duke of Buckingham," said Marguerite, bursting into laughter. This perfidy had been calculated with extreme ability; the name that was p.r.o.nounced, instead of the name which the marquise awaited, had precisely the same effect upon her as the badly sharpened axes, that had hacked, without destroying, Messieurs de Chalais and de Thou upon the scaffold. She recovered herself, however, and said, "I was perfectly right in saying you were a witty woman, for you are making the time pa.s.s away most agreeably. This joke is a most amusing one, for I have never seen the Duke of Buckingham."
"Never?" said Marguerite, restraining her laughter.
"I have never even left my own house since the duke has been at Paris."
"Oh!" resumed Madame Vanel, stretching out her foot towards a paper which was lying on the carpet near the window; "it is not necessary for people to see each other, since they can write." The marquise trembled, for this paper was the envelope of the letter she was reading as her friend had entered, and was sealed with the superintendent"s arms. As she leaned back on the sofa on which she was sitting, Madame de Belliere covered the paper with the thick folds of her large silk dress, and so concealed it.
"Come, Marguerite, tell me, is it to tell me all these foolish reports that you have come to see me so early in the day?"
"No; I came to see you, in the first place, and to remind you of those habits of our earlier days, so delightful to remember, when we used to wander about together at Vincennes, and, sitting beneath an oak, or in some sylvan shade, used to talk of those we loved, and who loved us."
"Do you propose that we should go out together now?"
"My carriage is here, and I have three hours at my disposal."
"I am not dressed yet, Marguerite; but if you wish that we should talk together, we can, without going to the woods of Vincennes, find in my own garden here, beautiful trees, shady groves, a green sward covered with daisies and violets, the perfume of which can be perceived from where we are sitting."
"I regret your refusal, my dear marquise, for I wanted to pour out my whole heart into yours."
"I repeat again, Marguerite, my heart is yours just as much in this room, or beneath the lime-trees in the garden here, as it would be under the oaks in the woods yonder."
"It is not the same thing for me. In approaching Vincennes, marquise, my ardent aspirations approach nearer to that object towards which they have for some days past been directed." The marquise suddenly raised her head. "Are you surprised, then, that I am still thinking of Saint-Mande?"
"Of Saint-Mande?" exclaimed Madame de Belliere; and the looks of both women met each other like two resistless swords.
"You, so proud!" said the marquise, disdainfully.
"I, so proud!" replied Madame Vanel. "Such is my nature. I do not forgive neglect-I cannot endure infidelity. When I leave any one who weeps at my abandonment, I feel induced still to love him; but when others forsake me and laugh at their infidelity, I love distractedly."
Madame de Belliere could not restrain an involuntary movement.
"She is jealous," said Marguerite to herself.
"Then," continued the marquise, "you are quite enamored of the Duke of Buckingham-I mean of M. Fouquet?" Elise felt the allusion, and her blood seemed to congeal in her heart. "And you wished to go to Vincennes,-to Saint-Mande, even?"
"I hardly know what I wished: you would have advised me perhaps."
"In what respect?"
"You have often done so."
"Most certainly I should not have done so in the present instance, for I do not forgive as you do. I am less loving, perhaps; when my heart has been once wounded, it remains so always."
"But M. Fouquet has not wounded you," said Marguerite Vanel, with the most perfect simplicity.
"You perfectly understand what I mean. M. Fouquet has not wounded me; I do not know of either obligation or injury received at his hands, but you have reason to complain of him. You are my friend, and I am afraid I should not advise you as you would like."
"Ah! you are prejudging the case."