The prisoner, who recognized him, did not know how rare such visits were.
"Monsieur de Chanlay," said the governor, bowing, "I come to know if you have pa.s.sed a good night, and are satisfied with the fare of the house and the conduct of the employes"--thus M. de Launay, in his politeness, called the turnkeys and jailers.
"Yes, monsieur; and these attentions paid to a prisoner have surprised me, I own."
"The bed is hard and old, but yet it is one of the best; luxury being forbidden by our rules. Your room, monsieur, is the best in the Bastille; it has been occupied by the Duc d"Angouleme, by the Marquis de Ba.s.sompierre, and by the Marshals de Luxembourg and Biron; it is here that I lodge the princes when his majesty does me the honor to send them to me."
"It is an excellent lodging," said Gaston, smiling, "though ill furnished; can I have some books, some paper, and pens?"
"Books, monsieur, are strictly forbidden; but if you very much wish to read, as many things are allowed to a prisoner who is ennuye, come and see me, then you can put in your pocket one of those volumes which my wife or I leave about; you will hide it from all eyes; on a second visit you will take the second volume, and to this abstraction we will close our eyes."
"And paper, pens, ink?" said Gaston, "I wish most particularly to write."
"No one writes here, monsieur; or, at least, only to the king, the regent, the minister, or to me; but they draw, and I can let you have drawing-paper and pencils."
"Monsieur, how can I thank you sufficiently for your kindness?"
"By granting me the request I came to make, for my visit is an interested one. I came to ask if you would do me the honor to dine with me to-day?"
"With you, monsieur! truly, you surprise me; however, I cannot tell you how sensible I am of your courtesy, and should retain for it an everlasting grat.i.tude if I had any prospect but death before my eyes."
"Death! monsieur, you are gloomy; you should not think of these things--forget them and accept--"
"I do, monsieur."
"A la bonne heure," said the governor, bowing to Gaston, "I will take back your answer;" and he went out, leaving the prisoner plunged in a new train of ideas.
The politeness which at first charmed the chevalier, on reflection began to arouse some suspicion. Might it not be intended to inspire him with confidence, and lead him on to betray himself and his companions; he remembered the tragic chronicle of the Bastille, the snares laid for prisoners, and that famous dungeon chamber so much spoken of, which none who had entered ever left alive. Gaston felt himself alone and abandoned. He also felt that the crime he had meditated deserved death; did not all these flattering and strange advances conceal some snare? In fact, the Bastille had done its ordinary work; the prison acted on the prisoner, who became cold, suspicious, and uneasy.
"They take me for a provincial," he thought, "and they hope that--prudent in my interrogatories--I shall be imprudent in my conduct; they do not, they cannot, know my accomplices; and they hope that in giving me the means of communicating with them, of writing to them, or of inadvertently speaking of them, they will get something out of me.
Dubois and D"Argenson are at the bottom of this."
Then Gaston thought of his friends who were waiting for him without news from him, who would not know what had become of him, or, worse still, on some false news, might act and ruin themselves.
Then came the thought of his poor Helene, isolated, as he himself was, whom he had not even presented to the Duc d"Olivares, her sole protector for the future, and who might himself be arrested or have taken flight.
Then, what would become of Helene, without support, and pursued by that unknown person, who had sought her even in the heart of Bretagne?
In a paroxysm of despair at this thought, Gaston threw himself on his bed, cursing the doors and bars which imprisoned him, and striking the stones with his hands.
At this moment there was a noise at the door. Gaston rose hastily, and met D"Argenson with a law officer, and behind them an imposing escort of soldiers. He understood that he was to be interrogated.
D"Argenson, with his great wig, large black eyes, and dark s.h.a.ggy eyebrows, made little impression on the chevalier; he knew that in joining the conspiracy he sacrificed his happiness, and that in entering the Bastille he had sacrificed his life. In this mood, it was difficult to frighten him. D"Argenson asked a hundred questions which Gaston refused to answer, replying only by complaints of being unjustly arrested, and demanding proof. M. d"Argenson became angry, and Gaston laughed in his face; then D"Argenson spoke of the Breton conspiracy; Gaston a.s.sumed astonishment, and listened to the list of his accomplices with the greatest sangfroid. When the magistrate had finished, he thanked him for giving him intelligence of events which were quite new to him. D"Argenson again lost patience, and gave his ordinary angry cough. Then he pa.s.sed from interrogatory to accusation.
"You wanted to kill the regent," said he, all at once, to the chevalier.
"How do you know that?" asked Gaston, calmly.
"Never mind how, since I know it."
"Then I will answer you as Agamemnon did Achilles. Why ask, since you know it?"
"Monsieur, I am not jesting," said D"Argenson.
"Nor I," said Gaston; "I only quote Racine."
"Take care, monsieur, you may find this system of defense do you no good."
"Do you think it would be better to confess what you ask me?"
"It is useless to deny a fact which I am aware of."
"Then permit me to repeat my question: what is the use of asking me about a project of which apparently you are so much better informed than I am?"
"I want the details."
"Ask your police, which reads even people"s most secret thoughts."
"Hum, hum," said D"Argenson, in a tone which, in spite of Gaston"s courage, made some impression on him, "what would you say if I asked news of your friend La Jonquiere?"
"I should say," replied Gaston, turning pale, "that I hope the same mistake has not been made about him as about me."
"Ah!" said D"Argenson, "that name touches you, I think--you know M. la Jonquiere?"
"I know him as a friend, recommended to me to show me Paris."
"Yes--Paris and its environs; the Palais Royal, the Rue du Bac, or La Muette: he was to show you all these, was he not?"
"They know all," thought Gaston.
"Well, monsieur," said D"Argenson, "can you find another verse from Racine which will serve as an answer to my question?"
"Perhaps I might, if I knew what you meant; certainly I wished to see the Palais Royal, for it is a curious place, and I have heard it much spoken of. As to the Rue du Bac, I know little of it; then there only remains La Muette, of which I know nothing."
"I do not say that you have been there; I say that La Jonquiere was to take you there--do you dare to deny it."
"Ma foi, monsieur, I neither deny nor avow; I refer you to him; he will answer you if he think fit."
"It is useless, monsieur; he has been asked, and has replied."
Gaston felt a shudder pa.s.s through him. He might be betrayed, but he would divulge nothing. He kept silence.
D"Argenson waited a moment, then, seeing that Gaston remained silent--
"Would you like to meet La Jonquiere?" asked he.
"You can do with me as you please, monsieur," said Gaston; "I am in your hands."
But at the same time he resolved, if he were to face La Jonquiere, he would crush him beneath his contempt.