But, no accident following this poetical and loving invocation, the prisoner quietly arrived at the governor"s door.
M. de Launay came to meet him.
"Will you give me your word of honor, chevalier," said he, "not to attempt to escape while you are in my house? It is understood, of course," he added, smiling, "that this parole is withdrawn as soon as you are taken back to your own room, and it is only a precaution to insure me a continuance of your society."
"I give you my word so far," said Gaston.
""Tis well, monsieur, enter; you are expected."
And he led Gaston to a well-furnished room, where a numerous company was already a.s.sembled.
"I have the honor to present to you M. le Chevalier Gaston de Chanlay,"
said the governor. Then naming, in turn, each of the persons a.s.sembled--
"M. le Duc de Richelieu."
"M. le Comte de Laval."
"M. le Chevalier Dumesnil."
"M. de Malezieux."
"Ah," said Gaston, smiling, "all the Cellamare conspiracy."
"Except M. and Madame de Maine, and the Prince of Cellamare," said the Abbe Brigaud, bowing.
"Ah, monsieur," said Gaston, in a reproachful tone, "you forget the brave D"Harmental and the learned Mademoiselle de Launay."
"D"Harmental is kept in bed by his wounds," said Brigaud.
"As to Mademoiselle de Launay," said the Chevalier Dumesnil, reddening with pleasure, "here she comes; she does us the honor of dining with us."
"Present me, monsieur," said Gaston; "among prisoners we must not make ceremonies; I reckon, therefore, on you.""
And Dumesnil, taking Gaston by the hand, presented him to Mademoiselle de Launay.
Gaston could not repress a certain expression of astonishment at all he saw.
"Ah, chevalier," said the governor, "I see that, like three-quarters of the inhabitants of Paris, you thought I devoured my prisoners."
"No, monsieur," said Gaston, "but I certainly thought for a moment that I should not have had the honor of dining with you to-day."----"How so?"
"Is it the habit to give your prisoners an appet.i.te for their dinners by the walk I have had to-day?"
"Ah, yes," cried Mademoiselle de Launay, "was it not you who were being led to the torture just now?"
"Myself, mademoiselle; and be a.s.sured that only such a hindrance would have kept me from so charming a society."
"Ah, these things are not in my jurisdiction," said the governor; "thank Heaven, I am a soldier, and not a judge. Do not confound arms and the toga, as Cicero says. My business is to keep you here, and to make your stay as agreeable as possible, so that I may have the pleasure of seeing you again. M. d"Argenson"s business is to have you tortured, hanged, beheaded, put on the wheel, quartered, if possible; each to his task.
Mademoiselle de Launay," added he, "dinner is ready, will you take my arm? Your pardon, Chevalier Dumesnil; you think me a tyrant, I am sure, but as host I am privileged. Gentlemen, seat yourselves."
"What a horrible thing a prison is," said Richelieu, delicately turning up his cuffs, "slavery, irons, bolts, chains."
"Shall I pa.s.s you this potage a l"ecrevisses?" said the governor.
"Yes, monsieur," said the duke, "your cook does it beautifully, and I am really annoyed that mine did not conspire with me; he might have profited by his stay in the Bastille."
"There is champagne," said De Launay, "I have it direct from Ai."
"You must give me the address," said Richelieu, "for if the regent leaves me my head, I shall drink no other wine than this. I have got accustomed to it during my sojourns here, and I am a creature of habit."
"Indeed," said the governor, "you may all take example by Richelieu; he is most faithful to me; and, in fact, unless we are overcrowded, I always keep his room ready for him."
"That tyrant of a regent may force us all to keep a room here," said Brigaud.
"Monsieur de Launay," said Laval, in an angry tone, "permit me to ask if it was by your orders that I was awoke at two o"clock this morning, and the meaning of this persecution?"
"It is not my fault, monsieur; you must blame these gentlemen and ladies, who will not keep quiet, in spite of all I tell them."
"We!" cried all the guests.
"Certainly," replied the governor, "you all break through rules; I am always having reports of communications, correspondences, notes, etc."
Richelieu laughed, Dumesnil and Mademoiselle de Launay blushed.
"But we will speak of that at dessert. You do not drink, M. de Chanlay?"
"No, I am listening."
"Say that you are dreaming; you cannot deceive me thus."
"And of what?" asked Malezieux.
"Ah, it is easy to see that you are getting old, my poetical friend; of what should M. de Chanlay dream but of his love."
"Is it not better, M. de Chanlay," cried Richelieu, "to have your head separated from your body, than your body from your soul?"
"Apropos," interrupted Laval, "is there any news from the court; how is the king?"
"No politics, gentlemen, if you please," said the governor. "Let us discuss poetry, arts, war, and even the Bastille, if you like, but let us avoid politics."
"Ah, yes," said Richelieu, "let us talk of the Bastille. What have you done with Pompadour?"
"I am sorry to say he forced me to place him in the dungeon."
"What had he done?" asked Gaston.
"He had beaten his jailer."