Chicot was resolute and generous, and curious into the bargain; he unfastened his long sword, placed it under his arm, and hurriedly ran down the staircase.
He could open his door noiselessly, which is an indispensable piece of knowledge for any one who may wish to listen with advantage.
Chicot glided under the balcony, then behind a pillar, and waited.
Hardly had he installed himself there, when the door opposite was opened immediately the unknown had whispered a word through the keyhole, and yet he did not venture beyond the threshold.
A moment afterward the lady appeared within the doorway.
She took hold of the cavalier"s arm, who led her to the litter, closed the door of it, and then mounted his horse.
"There is no doubt on the subject," said Chicot, "it is the husband, a good-natured fellow of a husband after all, since he does not think it worth his while to explore the house in order to be revenged on my friend Carmainges."
The litter then moved off, the cavalier walking his horse beside the door of it.
"Pardieu!" said Chicot, "I must follow those people and learn who they are, and where they are going; I shall at all events draw some solid counsel from my discovery for my friend Carmainges."
Chicot accordingly followed the cortege, observing the precaution, however, of keeping in the shadow of the walls, and taking care that the noise made by the footsteps of the men and of the horses should render the sound of his own inaudible.
Chicot"s surprise was by no means slight when he saw the litter stop at the door of the "Brave Chevalier."
Almost immediately afterward, as if some one had been on the watch, the door was opened.
The lady, still veiled, alighted; entered and mounted to the turret, the window of the first story of which was lighted.
The husband followed her, both being respectfully preceded by Dame Fournichon, who carried a flambeau in her hand.
"Decidedly," said Chicot, crossing his arms on his chest, "I cannot understand a single thing of the whole affair."
CHAPTER Lx.x.xIII.
SHOWING HOW CHICOT BEGAN TO UNDERSTAND THE PURPORT OF MONSIEUR DE GUISE"S LETTER.
Chicot fancied that he had already certainly seen, somewhere or another, the figure of this courteous cavalier; but his memory, having become a little confused during his journey from Navarre, where he had met with so many different figures, did not, with its usual facility, furnish him with the cavalier"s name on the present occasion.
While, concealed in the shade, he was interrogating himself, with his eyes fixed upon the lighted window, as to the object of this lady and gentleman"s tete-a-tete at the "Brave Chevalier," our worthy Gascon, forgetting Ernanton in the mysterious house, observed the door of the hostelry open, and in the stream of light which escaped through the opening, he perceived something resembling the dark outline of a monk"s figure.
The outline in question paused for a moment to look up at the same window at which Chicot had been gazing.
"Oh! oh!" he murmured; "if I am not mistaken, that is the frock of a Jacobin friar. Is Maitre Gorenflot so lax, then, in his discipline as to allow his sheep to go strolling about at such an hour of the night as this, and at such a distance from the priory?"
Chicot kept his eye upon the Jacobin, who was making his way along the Rue des Augustins, and something seemed instinctively to a.s.sure him that he should, through this monk, discover the solution of the problem which he had up to that moment been vainly endeavoring to ascertain.
Moreover, in the same way that Chicot had fancied he had recognized the figure of the cavalier, he now fancied he could recognize in the monk a certain movement of the shoulder, and a peculiar military movement of the hips, which only belong to persons in the habit of frequenting fencing-rooms and gymnastic establishments.
"May the devil seize me," he murmured, "if that frock yonder does not cover the body of that little miscreant whom I wished them to give me for a traveling companion, and who handles his arquebuse and sword so cleverly."
Hardly had the idea occurred to Chicot, when, to convince himself of its value, he stretched out his long legs, and in a dozen strides rejoined the little fellow, who was walking along holding up his frock above his thin and sinewy legs in order to be able to get along all the faster.
This was not very difficult, however, inasmuch as the monk paused every now and then to glance behind him, as if he was going away with great difficulty and with feelings of profound regret.
His glance was invariably directed toward the brilliantly-lighted windows of the hostelry.
Chicot had not gone many steps before he felt sure that he had not been mistaken in his conjectures.
"Hallo! my little master," he said; "hallo! my little Jacquot; hallo! my little Clement. Halt!"
And he p.r.o.nounced this last word in so thoroughly military a tone, that the monk started at it.
"Who calls me?" inquired the young man rudely, with something rather antagonistic than cordial in his tone of voice.
"I!" replied Chicot, drawing himself up in front of the monk; "I! don"t you recognize me?"
"Oh! Monsieur Robert Briquet!" exclaimed the monk.
"Myself, my little man. And where are you going like that, so late, darling child?"
"To the priory, Monsieur Briquet."
"Very good; but where do you come from?"
"I?"
"Of course, little libertine."
The young man started.
"I don"t know what you are saying, Monsieur Briquet," he replied; "on the contrary, I have been sent with a very important commission by Dom Modeste, who will himself a.s.sure you that such is the case, if there be any occasion for it."
"Gently, gently, my little Saint Jerome; we take fire like a match, it seems."
"And not without reason, too, when one hears such things said as you were saying just now."
"Diable! when one sees a frock like yours leaving a tavern at such an hour--"
"A tavern, I!"
"Oh! of course not; the house you left just now was not the "Brave Chevalier," I suppose? Ah! you see I have caught you!"
"You were right in saying that I left that house, but it was not a tavern I was leaving."
"What!" said Chicot; "is not the hostelry of the sign of the "Brave Chevalier" a tavern?"
"A tavern is a house where people drink, and as I have not been drinking in that house, that house is not a tavern for me."