"Now, this is kind, Rosny," Monsieur answered, grasping his hand. "The more that you don"t approve me."
Rosny smiled, like a sudden burst of sunshine in a December day. Another man"s embrace would have meant less.
"I approve you so much, St. Quentin, that I cannot composedly see you putting your head into the lion"s jaws."
"My head is used to the pillow. Do the teeth close, I am no worse off than my son."
"Your death makes your son"s no easier."
"Why, what else to do, Rosny?" Monsieur exclaimed. "Mishandle the lady?
Storm Paris? Sell the Cause?"
"I would we could storm Paris," Rosny sighed. "It would suit me better to seize the prisoner than to sue for him. But Paris is not ripe for us yet. You know my plan--to send to Villeroi. I believe he could manage this thing."
"I am second to none," Monsieur said politely, "in my admiration of M.
de Villeroi"s abilities. But to reach him is uncertain; what he can or will do, uncertain. etienne de Mar is not Villeroi"s son; he is mine."
"Aye, it is your business," Rosny a.s.sented. "It is yours to take your way."
"A mad way, but mine. But come, now, Rosny, you must admit that once or twice, when all your wiseacres were deadlocked, my madness has served."
Rosny took Monsieur"s hand in a silent grip.
"Maximilien," the duke said, smiling down on him, "what a pity you are a scamp of a heretic!"
"Henri," Rosny returned gravely, "I would you had had the good fortune to be born in the Religion."
Again he wished us G.o.d-speed, and we gathered up our reins. As we turned the corner I glanced back to find him still standing as we had left him, gazing soberly after us.
The man who was going into the lion"s den was far less solemn over it.
By fits and starts, as he thought on his son"s great danger, he contrived a gloomy countenance: but Monsieur had ridden all his life with Hope on the pillion; she did not desert him now. As we cantered steadily along in the fresh, cool morning, he already pictured M.
etienne released. However mad he acknowledged his errand to be, I think he was scarce visited by a doubt of its success. It was impossible to him that his son should not be saved.
We entered with perfect ease the gate of Paris, and took our way without hesitancy through the busiest streets. Nowhere did the guard spring on us, but, instead, more than once, the pa.s.sers-by gathered in knots, the tradesmen and artisans ran out of their shops to cheer St. Quentin, to cheer France, to cheer peace, to cheer to the echo the Catholic king.
"I hope Mayenne hears them," Monsieur said to me, doffing his hat to a big farrier who had come out of his smithy waving impudently in the eye of all the world the white flag of the king.
We kept a brisk pace alike where they cheered us and where, in other streets, they scowled and hooted at us, so that I looked out for men with pistols in second-story windows. But, friend or foe, none stopped us till at length we drew rein before the grilles of the Hotel de Lorraine.
They made no demur at admitting us. Monsieur went into the house, while I led the horses to the stables, where three or four grooms at once volunteered to rub them down, in eagerness to pump their guardian. But before the fellows had had time to get much out of me came Jean Marchand, all unrecognizing, to summon me indoors. I followed him in delight, partly for curiosity, partly because it had seemed to me when the doorway swallowed Monsieur that I might never see him more. Jean ushered me into the well-remembered council-room, where Monsieur stood alone, surprised at the sight of me.
"A lackey came for me," I said. "Look, Monsieur, that"s where we shut up Lucas."
I ceased hastily, for I knew the step in the corridor.
It was difficult to credit mademoiselle"s tale, to believe that Mayenne could ever be in a rage. In he came, big and calm and smiling, whatever emotion he may have felt at Monsieur"s arrival not only buried, but with a flower-bed blooming over it. He greeted his guest with all the courteous ease of an unruffled conscience and a kindly heart. Not till his glance fell on me did he show any sign of discomposure.
"What, you!" he exclaimed brusquely.
"Your servant brought him hither," Monsieur said for me.
"I understood that one of your gentlemen had come with you. I sent for him, deeming his presence might conduce to your ease, M. de St.
Quentin."
"I am at my ease, M. de Mayenne," my lord answered, with every appearance of truth. "You may go, Felix."
"No," said Mayenne. "Since he is here, he may stay. He serves the purpose as well as another."
He did not say what the purpose was, nor could I see for what he had kept me, unless as a sign to Monsieur that he meant to play fair. I began to feel somewhat heartened.
"You have guessed, M. de Mayenne, my errand?"
"Certainly. You have come to join the League."
Monsieur laughed out.
"On the contrary, M. de Mayenne, I have come to persuade you to join the King."
"That was a waste of horse-flesh."
"My friend, you know as well as we do that before long you will come over."
"I am not there yet, nor are my enemies scattered, nor is the League dead."
"Dying, my lord. It will get its coup de grace o" Sunday, when the king goes to ma.s.s."
"St. Quentin," Mayenne made quiet answer, "when I am in such case that nothing remains to me but to fall on my sword or to kneel to Henry, be a.s.sured I shall kneel to Henry. Till then I play my game."
"Play it, then. We have the patience to wait for you, monsieur. Be a.s.sured, in your turn, that when you do come on your knees to his Majesty you will do well to have a friend or two at court."
"Morbleu," Mayenne cried, suddenly showing his teeth, "you will never go back to him if I choose to stop you!"
Monsieur raised his eyebrows at him, pained by the unsuavity.
"Of course not, monsieur. I quite understood that when I entered the gate. I shall never leave this house if you will otherwise."
"You will leave the house unharmed," Mayenne said curtly. "I shall not treat you as your late master treated my brother."
"I thank your generosity, monsieur, and commend your good sense."
Mayenne looked for a moment as if he repented of both. Then he broke into a laugh.
"One permits the insolences of the court jester."
Monsieur sprang up, his hand on his sword. But at once the quick flush pa.s.sed from his face, and he, too, laughed.
Mayenne sat as he was, in somewhat lowering silence. My duke made a step nearer him, and spoke for the first time with perfect seriousness.