"Still better. What have you done to his brother?"
"I took from him the woman he loved."
"Who?"----"Helene"s mother."
"Well, that time you were wrong; for if you had let her alone we should not have had all this tiresome affair on our hands."
"But we have it, and must now get out of it as well as possible."
"Just what I am working at: and when is the marriage to take place?"
"To-morrow."
"In the chapel of the Palais Royal? You shall dress in the costume of a knight of the order; you shall extend both hands over your son-in-law"s head--one more than he meant to have held over you--it will be very affecting."
"No, abbe, it shall not be thus; they shall be married in the Bastille, and I shall be in the chapel where they cannot see me."
"Well, monseigneur, I should like to be with you. I should like to see the ceremony; I believe these kind of things are very touching."
"No, you would be in the way, and your ugly face would betray my incognito."
"Your handsome face is still more easy to recognize, monseigneur," said Dubois, bowing; "there are portraits of Henry the Fourth and Louis the Fourteenth in the Bastille."
"You flatter me."
"Are you going away, monseigneur?"
"Yes, I have an appointment with De Launay."
"The governor of the Bastille?"
"Yes."
"Go, monseigneur, go."
"Shall I see you to-night at Morceaux?"
"Perhaps."
"Have you a disguise?"
"I have La Jonquiere"s dress."
"Oh! that is only fit for the Rue du Bac."
"Monseigneur forgets the Bastille, where it has had some success."
"Well, adieu, abbe."
"Adieu, monseigneur."
When Dubois was left alone he appeared to take some sudden resolution.
He rang the bell, and a servant entered.
"M. de Launay is coming to the regent, watch him, and bring him here afterward."
The servant retired without a reply, and Dubois resumed his work.
Half an hour afterward the door opened, and the servant announced De Launay. Dubois gave him a note.
"Read that," said he; "I give you written instructions, that there may be no pretext for neglecting them."
"Ah, monseigneur," said De Launay, "you would ruin me.".
"How so?"
"To-morrow when it becomes known."
"Who will tell it? will you?"
"No, but monseigneur--"
"Will be enchanted; I answer for him."
"A governor of the Bastille!"
"Do you care to retain the t.i.tle?"
"Certainly."
"Then do as I tell you."
""Tis hard, however, to close one"s eyes and ears."
"My dear De Launay, go and pay a visit to Dumesnil"s chimney and Pompadour"s ceiling."
"Is it possible? You tell me of things I was not at all aware of."
"A proof that I know better than you what goes on in the Bastille; and if I were to speak of some things you do know, you would be still more surprised."
"What could you tell me?"
"That a week ago one of the officers of the Bastille, and an important one too, received fifty thousand francs to let two women pa.s.s with--"
"Monsieur, they were--"
"I know who they were, what they went for, and what they did. They were Mademoiselle de Valois and Mademoiselle de Charolais; they went to see the Duc de Richelieu, and they eat bon-bons till midnight in the Tour du Coin, where they intend to pay another visit to-morrow, as they have already announced to M. de Richelieu."
De Launay turned pale.