"And you would love me, too, for a time and in a way?"
"I will not answer. I will not trifle."
"And I am to think Mr. Law better than himself, better than other men; since you say no man dare ask actual justice?"
"Worse than other men, and yet a man. A man--my G.o.d! Lady Catharine--a man unworthy, yet a man seized fatally of that love which neither life nor death can alter!"
As one fascinated, Lady Catharine sat looking at him. "Then," said she, "any man may say to any woman--Mr. Law says to me--"I have cared for such, and so many other women to the extent, let us say, of so many pounds sterling. But I love you to the extent of twice as many pounds, shillings and pence?" Is that the dole we women may expect, Mr. Law?"
"Have back your own words!" he cried. "Nothing is enough but all! And as G.o.d witnesseth in this hour, I have loved you with all my heart-beats, with all my prayers. I call upon you now, in the name of that love I know you once bore me--"
Upon the face of the Lady Catharine there blazed the red mark of the shame of Knollys. Covering her face with her hands, she suddenly bent forward, and from her lips there broke a sob of pain.
In a flash Law was at her side, kneeling, seeking to draw away her fingers with hands that trembled as much as her own.
"Do not! Do not!" he cried. "I am not worth it! It shall be as you like.
Let me go away forever. This I can not endure!"
"Ah, John Law, John Law!" murmured Catharine Knollys, "why did you break my heart!"
CHAPTER IV
THE REGENT"S PROMISE
"Tell me, then, Monsieur L"as, of this new America. I would fain have some information at first hand. There was rumor, I know not how exact, that you once traveled in those regions."
Thus spake his Grace Philippe, Duke of Orleans, regent of France, now, in effect, ruler of France. It was the audience which had been arranged for John Law, that opportunity for which he had waited all his life.
Before him now, as he stood in the great council chamber, facing this man whose ambitions ended where his own began--at the convivial board and at the gaming table--he saw the path which led to the success that he had craved so long. He, Law of Lauriston, sometime adventurer and gambler, was now playing his last and greatest game.
"Your Grace," said he, "there be many who might better than I tell you of that America."
"There are many who should be able, and many who do," replied the regent. "By the body of the Lord! we get nothing but information regarding these provinces of New France, and each advice is worse than the one preceding it. The gist of it all is that my Lord Governor and my very good intendant can never agree, save upon one point or so. They want more money, and they want more soldiers--ah, yes, to be sure, they also want more women, though we sent them out a ship load of choice beauties not more than a six-month ago. But tell me, Monsieur L"as, is it indeed true that you have traveled in America?"
"For a short time."
"I have heard nothing regarding you from the intendant at Quebec."
"Your Grace was not at that time caring for intendants. "Twas many years ago, and I was not well known at Quebec by my own name."
"_Eh bien_? Some adventure, then, perhaps? A woman at the bottom of it, I warrant."
"Your Grace is right."
""Twas like you, for a fellow of good zest. May G.o.d bless all fair dames. And as to what you found in thus following--or was it in fleeing--your divinity?"
"I found many things. For one, that this America is the greatest country of the world. Neither England nor France is to be compared with it."
The regent fell back in his chair and laughed heartily.
"Monsieur, you are indeed, as I have ever found you, of most excellent wit. You please me enormously."
"But, your Grace, I am entirely serious."
"Oh, come, spoil not so good a jest by qualifying, I beseech you!
England or France, indeed--ah, Monsieur L"as, Monsieur L"as!"
"Your own city of New Orleans, Sire, will lie at the gate of a realm greater than all France. Your Grace will hand to the young king, when he shall come of age, a realm excellently worth the ownership of any king."
"You say rich. In what way?" asked the regent. "We have not had so much of returns after all. Look at Crozat? Look at--"
"Oh fie, Crozat! Your Grace, he solved not the first problem of real commerce. He never dreamed the real richness of America."
Philippe sat thoughtful, his finger tips together. "Why have we not heard of these things?" said he.
"Because of men like Crozat, of men like your governors and intendants at Quebec. Because, your Grace, as you know very well, of the same reason which sent me once from Paris, and kept me so long from laying before you these very plans of which I now would speak."
"And that cause?"
"Maintenon."
"Oh, ah! Indeed--that is to say--"
"Louis would hear naught of me, of course. Maintenon took care that he should find I was but heretic."
"As for myself," said Philippe the regent, "heretic or not heretic makes but small figure. "Twill take France a century to overcome her late surfeit of religion. For us, "tis most a question of how to keep the king in the saddle and France underneath."
"Precisely, your Grace."
"Frankly, Monsieur L"as, I take it fittest now not so much to ponder over new worlds as over how to keep in touch with this Old World yet awhile. France has danced, though for years she danced to the tune of Louis clad in black. Now France must pay for the music. My faith, I like not the look of things. This joyful France to-day is a hideous thing.
These people laugh! I had sooner see a lion grin. Now to govern those given us by Providence to govern," and the regent smiled grimly at the ancient fiction, "it is most meet that the governed should produce somewhat of funds in order that they may be governed."
"Yes, and the error has been in going too far," said Law. "These people have been taxed beyond the taxation point. Now they laugh."
"Yes; and by G.o.d, Monsieur L"as, when France laughs, beware!"
"Your Grace admits that France has no further resources."
"a.s.suredly."
"Then tax New France!" cried Law, his hand coming down hard upon the table, his eyes shining. "Mortgage where the security doubles every year, where the soil itself is security for wealth greater than all Europe ever owned."
"Oh, very well, Monsieur; though later I must ask you to explain."
"You admit that no more money can be forced from the people of France."