She folded her arms, and this movement of her shoulders told him that she was laughing silently.
"Are you madame or mademoiselle?" he asked, eagerly.
She raised her mask for an instant, and his subjugation was complete.
The conversation which ensued was so piquant and charming that thereafter whatever warmth the gauntlet knew was gathered not from her hand but from the Chevalier"s heart.
The growing chill in the water brought the Chevalier out of his reverie. He leaped from the tub and shone rosily in the firelight, as elegantly proportioned a youth as ever was that fabulous Leander of the h.e.l.lespont.
"Bring me those towels I purchased from the wandering Persian. I regret that I did not have them blessed by his Holiness. For who knows what spell the heretic Saracen may have cast over them?"
"Monsieur knows," said Breton piously, "that I have had them sprinkled with the blessed water."
The Chevalier laughed. He was rather a G.o.dless youth, and whatever religion he possessed was merely observance of forms. "Donkey, if the devil himself had offered them for sale, I should have taken them, for they pleased me; and besides, they have created a fashion. I shall wear my new baldric--the red one. I report at the Palais Royal at eight, and I"ve an empty stomach to attend to. Be lively, lad. Duty, duty, always duty," s.n.a.t.c.hing the towels. "I have been in the saddle since morning; I am still dead with stiffness; yet duty calls. Bah! I had rather be fighting the Spaniard with Turenne than idle away at the Louvre. Never any fighting save in pothouses; nothing but ride, ride, ride, here, there, everywhere, bearing despatches not worth the paper written on, but worth a man"s head if he lose them. And what about?
Is this person ill? Condolences. Is this person a father?
Congratulations. Monsieur, the king"s uncle, is ailing; I romp to Blois. A cabal is being formed in Brussels; I gallop away. His Eminence hears of a new rouge; off I go. And here I have been to Rome and back with a message which made the pope laugh; is it true that he is about to appoint a successor? Mazarin, tiring of being a left-handed king, aspires to the mantle of Saint Peter. Mazarin always selects me for petty service. Why? Oh, Monsieur le Chevalier, having an income, need not be paid moneys; because Monsieur le Chevalier was born in the saddle, his father is an eagle, his grandsire was a centaur. And don"t forget the grey cloak, lad, the apple of my eye, the admiration of the ladies, and the confusion of mine enemies; my own particular grey cloak." By this time the Chevalier was getting into his clothes; fine cambrics, silk hose, velvet pantaloons, grey doublet, and shoes with buckles and red heels.
"But the grey cloak, Monsieur Paul . . ." began the lackey.
"What! you have dared to soil it?"
"No, Monsieur; but you have forgotten that you loaned it to Monsieur de Saumaise, prior to your departure to Italy. He has not returned it."
"That"s not like Victor. And I had dreamed of wearing that cloak.
Mademoiselle complimented me on it, and that fop De Montausier asked me how many pistoles I paid for it."
"The purple cloak is new, Monsieur. It is fully as handsome as the grey one. All it lacks is the square collar you invented."
"Ah well, since there is no grey cloak. Now the gossip. First of all, my debts and debtors."
"Monsieur de Saumaise," said Breton, "has remitted the ten louis he lost to you at tennis."
"There"s a friend; ruined himself to do it. Poetry and improvidence; how they cling together!"
"Brisemont, the jeweler, says that the garters you ordered will come to one hundred and ten pistoles. But he wants to know what the central gem shall be, rubies or sapphires surrounding."
"Topaz for the central gem, rubies and diamonds for the rest. The clasps must match topaz eyes. And they must be done by Monday."
"Monsieur"s eyes are grey," the lackey observed slyly.
"Rascal, you are asking a question!"
"No, Monsieur, I was simply stating a fact. Plutarch says . . ."
"Plutarch? What next?" in astonishment.
"I have just bought a copy of Amyot"s translation with the money you gave me. Plutarch is fine, Monsieur."
"What shall a gentleman do when his lackey starts to quote Plutarch?"
with mock helplessness. "Well, lad, read Plutarch and profit. But keep your grimy hands off my Rabelais, or I"ll trounce you."
Breton flushed guiltily. If there was one thing he enjoyed more than another it was the adventures of the worthy Pantagruel and his resourceful esquire; but he had never been able to complete this record of extravagant exploits, partly because he could not read fast enough and partly because his master kept finding new hiding places for it.
"A messenger from De Guitaut," he said, "called this morning for you."
"For me? That is strange. The captain knew that I could not arrive before to-night, which is the twentieth."
"I told the officer that. He laughed curiously and said that he expected to find you absent."
"What the devil did he call for, then?"
Breton made a grimace which explained his inability to answer this question.
The Chevalier stood still and twisted his mustache till the ends were like needle-points. "Horns of Panurge! as Victor would say; is it possible for any man save Homer to be in two places at once? Possibly I am to race for some other end of France. I like it not. Mazarin thinks because I am in her Majesty"s Guards that I belong to him.
Plague take him, I say."
He snapped the buckles on his shoes, while Breton drew from its worn scabbard the Chevalier"s campaign rapier, long and flexile, dreaded by many and respected by all, and thrust it into the new scabbard,
"Ah, Monsieur," said Breton, stirred by that philosophy which, one gathers from a first reading of Plutarch, "a man is a deal like a sword. If he be good and true, it matters not into what kind of scabbard he is thrust."
"Aye, lad; but how much more confidence a handsome scabbard gives a man! Even a sword, dressed well, attracts the eye; and, heart of mine, what other aim have we poor mortals than to attract?"
"Madame Boisjoli makes out her charges at twelve louis, including the keep of the horses."
"That is reasonable, considering my absence. Mignon is an excellent woman."
"The Vicomte d"Halluys did not come as he promised with the eight hundred pistoles he lost to you at _vingt-et-un_."
"Ah!" The Chevalier studied the pattern in the rug. "Eh, well, since I had no pistoles, I have lost none. I was deep in wine, and so was he; doubtless he has forgotten. The sight of me will recall his delinquency."
"That is all of the debts and credits, Monsieur."
"The gossip, then, while I trim my nails. Paris can not have stood still like the sun of Joshua"s time, simply because I was not here."
"Beaufort has made up with Madame de Montbazon."
"Even old loves can become new loves. Go on."
Breton recounted the other important court news, while the Chevalier nodded, or frowned, as the news affected him.
"Mademoiselle Catharine . . ."
"Has that woman been here again?"
"Yes, Monsieur."
"You attended her down the stairs?"
"I did, but she behaved coa.r.s.ely and threatened not to cease coming until you had established her in the millinery."