"My dear friend," said Montlouis, "your sorceress blinds you; to gain credence for her prediction, you are ready to drown yourself intentionally. I am less enthusiastic about this pythoness, I confess; and as I do not know what kind of death is in store for me, I am somewhat uneasy."
"You are mistaken, Montlouis," said Pontcalec, "it is duty above all which influences me, and besides, if I do not die for this, you will not, for I am your chief, and certainly before the judges I should reclaim the t.i.tle which I have abjured to-day. If I do not die by Dubois, neither will you. We soldiers, and afraid to pay an official visit to parliament, for that is it, after all, and nothing else; benches covered with black robes--smiles of intelligence between the accused and the judge: it is a battle with the regent; let us accept it, and when parliament shall absolve us, we shall have done as well as if we had put to flight all the troops in Bretagne."
"Montlouis proposed to refer it to a majority," said Du Couedic, "let us do so."
"I did not speak from fear," said Montlouis; "but I do not see the use of walking into the lion"s mouth if we can muzzle him."
"That was unnecessary, Montlouis," said Pontcalec; "we all know you, and we accept your proposition. Let those who are for flight hold up their hands."
Montlouis and Du Couedic raised their hands.
"We are two and two," said Montlouis; "we must, then, trust to inspiration."
"You forget," said Pontcalec, "that, as president, I have two votes."
"It is true."
"Let those, then, who are for remaining here hold up their hands."
Pontcalec and Talhouet raised their hands; thus the majority was fixed.
This deliberation in the open street might have seemed absurd, had it not involved in its results the question of life or death to four of the n.o.blest gentlemen in Bretagne.
"Well," said Montlouis, "it appears, Du Couedic, that we were wrong: and now, marquis, we obey your orders."
"See what I do," said Pontcalec, "and then do as you like."
And he walked straight up to his house, followed by his three friends.
Arriving at the door, he tapped a soldier on the shoulder.
"My friend," said he, "call your officer, I beg."
The soldier pa.s.sed the order to the sergeant, who called the captain.
"What do you want?" asked the latter.----"I want to come into my house."
"Who are you?"
"I am the Marquis de Pontcalec."
"Silence!" said the officer, in a low voice, "and fly instantly--I am here to arrest you." Then aloud, "You cannot pa.s.s," said he, pushing back the marquis, and closing in his soldiers before him.
Pontcalec took the officer"s hand, pressed it, and said:
"You are a brave fellow, but I must go in. I thank you, and may G.o.d reward you!"
The officer, surprised, opened his ranks, and Pontcalec, followed by his friends, crossed the court. On seeing him, his family uttered cries of terror.
"What is it?" asked the marquis, calmly; "and what is going on here?"
"I arrest you, Monsieur le Marquis," said an exempt of the provost of Paris.
"Pardieu! what a fine exploit!" said Montlouis; "and you seem a clever fellow--you, a provost"s exempt, and absolutely those whom you are sent to arrest are obliged to come and take you by the collar."
The exempt saluted this gentleman, who joked so pleasantly at such a time, and asked his name.
"I am Monsieur de Montlouis. Look, my dear fellow, if you have not got an order against me, too--if you have, execute it."
"Monsieur," said the exempt, bowing lower as he became more astonished, "it is not I, but my comrade, d.u.c.h.evon, who is charged to arrest you; shall I tell him?"----"Where is he?"
"At your house, waiting for you."
"I should be sorry to keep you waiting long," said Montlouis, "and I will go to him. Thanks, my friend."
The exempt was bewildered.
Montlouis pressed Pontcalec"s hand and those of the others; then, whispering a few words to them, he set out for his house, and was arrested.
Talhouet and Du Couedic did the same; so that by eleven at night the work was over.
The news of the arrest ran through the town, but every one said, "The parliament will absolve them."
The next day, however, their opinions changed, for there arrived from Nantes the commission, perfectly const.i.tuted, and wanting, as we have said, neither president, procureur du roi, secretary, nor even executioners. We use the plural, for there were three.
The bravest men are sometimes stupefied by great misfortune. This fell on the province with the power and rapidity of a thunderstroke; it made no cry, no movement; Bretagne expired.
The commission installed itself at once, and expected that, in consideration of its powers, people would bow before it rather than give offense; but the terror was so great, that each one thought of themselves alone, and merely deplored the fate of the others.
This, then, was the state of affairs in Bretagne three or four days after the arrest of Pontcalec and his three friends. Let us leave them awhile at Nantes, in Dubois"s toils, and see what was pa.s.sing in Paris.
CHAPTER XXV.
THE BASTILLE.
And now, with the reader"s permission, we will enter the Bastille--that formidable building at which even the pa.s.sing traveler trembled, and which, to the whole neighborhood, was an annoyance and cause of alarm; for often at night the cries of the unfortunate prisoners who were under torture might be heard piercing the thick walls, so much so, that the d.u.c.h.esse de Lesdequieres once wrote to the governor, that, if he did not prevent his patients from making such a noise, she should complain to the king.
At this time, however, under the reign of Philippe d"Orleans, there were no cries to be heard; the society was select, and too well bred to disturb the repose of a lady.
In a room in the Du Coin tower, on the first floor, was a prisoner alone; the room was large, and resembled an immense tomb lighted by two windows, furnished with an unusual allowance of bars and irons. A painted couch, two rough wooden chairs, and a black table, were the whole furniture; the walls were covered with strange inscriptions, which the prisoner consulted from time to time when he was overcome by ennui.
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He had, however, been but one day in the Bastille, and yet already he paced his vast chamber, examining the iron-barred doors, looking through the grated windows, listening, sighing, waiting. This day, which was Sunday, a pale sun silvered the clouds, and the prisoner watched, with a feeling of inexpressible melancholy, the walkers on the Boulevards. It was easy to see that every pa.s.ser-by looked at the Bastille with a feeling of terror, and of self-gratulation at not being within its walls. A noise of bolts and creaking hinges drew the prisoner from this sad occupation, and he saw the man enter before whom he had been taken the day before. This man, about thirty years of age, with an agreeable appearance and polite bearing, was the governor, M. de Launay, father of that De Launay who died at his post in "89.