"Ah! it is you, Dubois," exclaimed the regent, as his minister entered.
"Yes, monseigneur," said Dubois, taking out some papers. "Well, what do you say to our Bretons now?"
"What papers are those?" asked the regent, who, in spite of the preceding day"s conversation, or perhaps because of it, felt a secret sympathy with De Chanlay.
"Oh, nothing at all, first a little report of what pa.s.sed yesterday evening between M. de Chanlay and his excellency the Duc d"Olivares."
"You listened, then?" said the regent.
"Pardieu, monseigneur, what did you expect that I should do?"
"And you heard?"
"All. What do you think of his Catholic majesty"s pretensions?"
"I think that perhaps they use his name without his consent."
"And Cardinal Alberoni? Tudieu! monseigneur, how nicely they manage Europe: the pretender in England; Prussia, Sweden, and Russia tearing Holland to pieces; the empire recovering Sicily and Naples; the grand duchy of Tuscany for Philip the Fifth"s son; Sardinia for the king of Savoy; Commanchio for the pope; France for Spain; really, this plan is somewhat grand, to emanate from the brain of a bell-ringer."
"All smoke! these prospects," said the duke; "mere dreams."
"And the Breton league, is that all smoke?"
"I am forced to own that that really exists."
"And the dagger of our conspirator; is that a dream?"
"No; it even appeared to me likely to be vigorously handled."
"Peste! monseigneur, you complained in the other plot that you found none but rose-water conspirators. Well, this time I hope you are better pleased. These fellows strike hard."
"Do you know," said the regent, thoughtfully, "that the Chevalier de Chanlay is of an energetic and vigorous nature."
"Ah, the next thing will be, you will conceive a great admiration for this fellow. I know, monseigneur, that you are capable of it."
"How is it that a prince always finds such natures among his enemies, and not among friends?"
"Because, monseigneur, hatred is a pa.s.sion, and devotion often only a weakness; but if you will descend from the height of philosophy and deign to a simple act, namely, to give me two signatures--"
"What signatures?" asked the regent.
"First, there is a captain to be made a major."
"Captain la Jonquiere?"
"Oh, no; as to him, we"ll hang him when we have done with him; but meanwhile, we must treat him with care."
"Who, then, is this captain?"
"A brave officer whom monseigneur eight days, or rather eight nights ago, met in a house in the Rue St. Honore."
"What do you mean?"
"Ah, I see I must aid your memory a little, monseigneur, since you have such a bad one."
"Speak, one can never get at the truth with you."
"In two words, eight nights ago you went out disguised as a musketeer through the little door in the Rue Richelieu, accompanied by Noce and Simiane."
"It is true; what pa.s.sed in the Rue St. Honore?"
"Do you wish to know, monseigneur?"
"I do."
"I can refuse you nothing."
"Speak, then."
"You supped at the house--that house, monseigneur."
"Still with Noce and Simiane?"
"No, monseigneur, tete-a-tete. Noce and Simiane supped too, but separately. You supped, then, and were at table, when a brave officer, who probably mistook the door, knocked so obstinately at yours, that you became impatient, and handled the unfortunate who disturbed you somewhat roughly, but he, who, it seems, was not of an enduring nature, took out his sword, whereupon you, monseigneur, who never look twice before committing a folly, drew your rapier and tried your skill with the officer."
"And the result?" asked the regent.
"Was, that you got a scratch on the shoulder, in return for which you bestowed on your adversary a sword-thrust in the breast."
"But it was not dangerous?" asked the regent, anxiously.
"No; fortunately the blade glided along the ribs."
"So much the better."
"But that is not all."
"How?"
"It appears that you owed the officer a special grudge."
"I had never seen him."
"Princes strike from a distance."
"What do you mean?"
"This officer had been a captain for eight years, when, on your highness"s coming into power, he was dismissed."