"As plainly as I now see you."
Philippe looked full at Cagliostro. "I still say, sir, that you lie."
Cagliostro shrugged his shoulders, as though he were talking to a madman.
"Do you not hear me, sir?" said Philippe.
"Every word."
"And do you not know what giving the lie deserves?"
"Yes, sir; there is a French proverb which says it merits a box on the ears."
"Well, sir, I am astonished that your hand has not been already raised to give it, as you are a French gentleman, and know the proverb."
"Although a French gentleman, I am a man, and love my brother."
"Then you refuse me satisfaction?"
"I only pay what I owe."
"Then you will compel me to take satisfaction in another manner."
"How?"
"I exact that you burn the numbers before my eyes, or I will proceed with you as with the journalist."
"Oh! a beating," said Cagliostro, laughing.
"Neither more nor less, sir. Doubtless you can call your servants."
"Oh, I shall not call my servants; it is my own business. I am stronger than you, and if you approach me with your cane, I shall take you in my arms and throw you across the room, and shall repeat this as often as you repeat your attempt."
"Well, M. Hercules, I accept the challenge," said Philippe, throwing himself furiously upon Cagliostro, who, seizing him round the neck and waist with a grasp of iron, threw him on a pile of cushions, which lay some way off, and then remained standing as coolly as ever.
Philippe rose as pale as death. "Sir," said he, in a hoa.r.s.e voice, "you are in fact stronger than I am, but your logic is not as strong as your arm; and you forgot, when you treated me thus, that you gave me the right to say, "Defend yourself, count, or I will kill you.""
Cagliostro did not move.
"Draw your sword, I tell you, sir, or you are a dead man."
"You are not yet sufficiently near for me to treat you as before, and I will not expose myself to be killed by you, like poor Gilbert."
"Gilbert!" cried Philippe, reeling back. "Did you say Gilbert?"
"Happily you have no gun this time, only a sword."
"Monsieur," cried Philippe, "you have p.r.o.nounced a name----"
"Which has awakened a terrible echo in your remembrance, has it not? A name that you never thought to hear again, for you were alone with the poor boy, in the grotto of Acores, when you a.s.sa.s.sinated him."
"Oh!" said Philippe, "will you not draw?"
"If you knew," said Cagliostro, "how easily I could make your sword fly from your hand!"
"With your sword?"
"Yes, with my sword, if I wished."
"Then try."
"No, I have a still surer method."
"For the last time, defend yourself," said Philippe, advancing towards him.
Then the count took from his pocket a little bottle, which he uncorked, and threw the contents in Philippe"s face. Scarcely had it touched him, when he reeled, let his sword drop, and fell senseless.
Cagliostro picked him up, put him on a sofa, waited for his senses to return, and then said, "At your age, chevalier, we should have done with follies; cease, therefore, to act like a foolish boy, and listen to me."
Philippe made an effort to shake off the torpor which still held possession of him, and murmured, "Oh, sir, do you call these the weapons of a gentleman?"
Cagliostro shrugged his shoulders. "You repeat forever the same word,"
he said; "when we of the n.o.bility have opened our mouths wide enough to utter the word gentleman, we think we have said everything. What do you call the weapons of a gentleman? Is it your sword, which served you so badly against me, or is it your gun, which served you so well against Gilbert? What makes some men superior to others? Do you think that it is that high-sounding word gentleman? No; it is first reason, then strength, most of all, science. Well, I have used all these against you.
With my reason I braved your insults, with my strength I conquered yours, and with my science I extinguished at once your moral and physical powers. Now I wish to show you that you have committed two faults in coming here with menaces in your mouth. Will you listen to me?"
"You have overpowered me," replied Philippe; "I can scarcely move. You have made yourself master of my muscles and of my mind, and then you ask me if I will listen!"
Then Cagliostro took down from the chimney-piece another little gold phial. "Smell this, chevalier," said he.
Philippe obeyed, and it seemed to him that the cloud which hung over him dispersed. "Oh, I revive!" he cried.
"And you feel free and strong?"
"Yes."
"With your full powers and memory of the past?"
"Yes."
"Then this memory gives me an advantage over you."
"No," said Philippe, "for I acted in defense of a vital and sacred principle."
"What do you mean?"
"I defended the monarchy."
"You defended the monarchy!--you, who went to America to defend a republic. Ah, mon Dieu! be frank; it is not the monarchy you defend."