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"Oh, monsieur, without counting her natural disposition to that exercise, can we not always make a woman speak? Some one might have said, without any preparation 'Your love for M. de Chanlay will lose your head'--I will wager that she will speak."
"There is no danger--she loves me too much."
"That is the very reason, pardieu! that she would chatter like a magpie, and that we are both caged up. However, let us drop this. What do you do here?"
"Amuse myself."
"Amuse yourself--how?"
"With making verses, eating sweets, and making holes in the floor."
"Holes in the king's boards?" said La Jonquiere. "Oh, oh! that is good to know. Does not M. de Launay scold?"
"He does not know it; besides, I am not singular--everybody makes a hole in something; one his floor, the other his chimney, the next his wall. Do you not make holes in something?"
La Jonquiere looked to see if Gaston were not laughing at him.
"But now, monsieur," said La Jonquiere, "let us speak seriously. Are you condemned to death?"
"I?"
"Yes, you."
"You say that coolly."
"It is a habit in the Bastille. There are twenty here condemned to death, and not a bit the worse for it."
"I have been interrogated."
"Ah! you see."
"But I do not believe I am condemned."
"That will come."
"My dear captain, do you know that, although you do not look so, you are marvelously merry?"
"You think so?"
"Yes."
"Does it astonish you?"
"I did not know you were so brave."
"Then you would regret life?"
"I confess it; I only want one thing to make me happy, and that is to live."
"And you became a conspirator with a chance of happiness before you? I do not understand you; I thought people conspired from despair, as they marry when they have no other resource."
"When I joined the conspiracy I did not love."
"And afterward?"
"I would not draw back."
"Bravo! that is what I call character. Have you been tortured?"
"No; but I had a narrow escape."
"Then you will be."
"Why so?"
"Because I have been; and it would be unfair to treat us differently. Look at the state of my clothes."
"Which did they give you?" asked Gaston, shuddering at the recollection of what had passed between D'Argenson and himself.
"The water. They made me drink a barrel and a half; my stomach was like a bladder; I did not think I could have held so much."
"And did you suffer much?" asked Gaston, with interest.
"Yes; but my temperament is robust--the next day I thought no more of it. It is true that since then I have drunk a great deal of wine. If you have to choose, select the water--it cleans. All the mixtures doctors give us are only a means of making us swallow water. Fangon says the best doctor he ever heard of was Doctor Sangrado; he only existed in Le Sage's brain, or he would have done miracles."
"You know Fangon?" asked Gaston, surprised.
"By reputation; besides, I have read his works. But do you intend to persist in saying nothing?"
"Doubtless."
"You are right. I should tell you, if you regret life so much as you say, to whisper a few words to M. d'Argenson, but he is a talker who would reveal your confession."
"I will not speak, be assured; these are points on which I do not need strengthening."
"I believe it; pardieu! you seem to me like Sardanapalus in your tower. Here I have only M. de Laval, who takes medicine three times a day--it is an amusement he has invented. Well, tastes differ; and perhaps he wants to get accustomed to the water."
"But did you not say I should certainly be condemned?"
"Do you wish to know the whole truth?"
"Yes."
"Well, D'Argenson told me that you were."
Gaston turned pale, in spite of his courage. La Jonquiere remarked it.
"However," said he, "I believe you might save yourself by certain revelations."
"Why, do you think I should do what you refused?"
"Our characters and our positions are different--I am no longer young--I am not in love--I do not leave a mistress in tears." Gaston sighed.
"You see there is a great difference between us; when did you ever hear me sigh like that?"
"Ah! if I die, his excellency will take care of Helene."
"And if he be arrested?"
"You are right."
"Then--"
"God will protect her."
"Decidedly you are young," said La Jonquiere.
"Explain."
"Suppose his excellency be not arrested?"
"Well."
"What age is he?"
"Forty-five or six, I suppose."
"And if he fell in love with Helene; is not that her name?"
"The duke fall in love with her! he to whose protection I confided her! it would be infamous!"
"The world is full of infamy; that is how it gets on."
"Oh, I will not dwell on such a thought."
"I do not tell you to dwell on it; I only suggested it for you to make what use you liked of."
"Hush," said Gaston, "some one is coming."
"Have you asked for anything?"
"No."
"Then the time allowed for your visit is out," and La Jonquiere threw himself quickly on his bed.
The bolts creaked, the door opened, and the governor appeared.
"Well, monsieur," said he to Gaston; "does your companion suit you?"
"Yes, particularly as I know Captain la Jonquiere."
"That makes my task more delicate; but, however, I made you an offer, and I will not draw back. I will permit one visit daily, at any hour you please: shall it be morning or evening?"
Gaston looked at La Jonquiere.
"Say five in the evening," said La Jonquiere, quickly.
"In the evening at five o'clock, if you please."
"The same as to-day, then?"
"Yes."
"It shall be as you desire, monsieur."
Gaston and La Jonquiere exchanged a glance, and the chevalier was taken back to his chamber.
CHAPTER XXIX.
THE SENTENCE.
It was half-past six, and quite dark; the chevalier's first act on being left in his room was to run to the chimney.
"Chevalier," said he.
Dumesnil replied.
"I have paid my visit."
"Well?"
"I have found an acquaintance, if not a friend."
"A new prisoner."
"Of the same date as myself."
"His name?"
"Captain la Jonquiere."
"What?"
"Do you know him?"
"Yes!"
"Then do me a favor: what is he?"
"Oh, an enemy of the regent's."
"Are you sure?"
"Quite; he was in our conspiracy, and only withdrew because we preferred abduction to assassination."
"Then he was--?"
"For assassination."
"That is it," murmured Gaston; "he is a man to be trusted."
"If it be the same I mean, he lives in the Rue Bourdonnais, at the Muids d'Amour."
"The same."
"Then he is a safe man."
"That is well," said Gaston, "for he holds the lives of four brave gentlemen in his hands."
"Of whom you are one."
"No, I put myself aside, for it seems all is over with me."
"How all is over?"
"Yes, I am condemned."
"To what?"
"To death."
There was a moment's silence.
"Impossible!" cried the Chevalier Dumesnil, at length.
"Why impossible?"
"Because, if I be not mistaken, your affair is attached to ours."
"It follows on it."
"Well?"
"Well."
"Our affairs prospering, yours cannot go wrong."
"And who says you are prospering?"
"Listen, for with you I will have no secrets."
"I am listening."
"Mademoiselle de Launay wrote me this yesterday. She was walking with Maison-Rouge, who, as you know, loves her, and at whom we both laugh, but who is useful to us. On pretext of illness, she asked, as you did, for a doctor; he told her that the prison doctor was at her orders. I must tell you that we have known this doctor intimately; his name is Herment.
"However, she did not hope to get much out of him, for he is a timid man; but when he entered the garden, where she was walking, and gave her a consultation in the open air, he said to her, 'Hope!' In the mouth of any one else this would have been nothing--in his it was a vast deal; since _we_ are told to hope, _you_ have nothing to fear, as our affairs are intimately connected."
"However," said Gaston, "La Jonquiere seemed sure of what he said."
At this moment Pompadour knocked.
Gaston went to the hole, which, with the aid of his knife, he soon made practicable.
"Ask the Chevalier Dumesnil if he does not know anything more from Mademoiselle de Launay."
"About what?"
"One of us; I overheard some words between the governor and the major at my door--they were, 'condemned to death.'" Gaston shuddered.
"Be easy, marquis; I believe they spoke of me."
"Diable! that would not make me easy at all; firstly, because we have quickly become friends, and I should be grieved if anything were to happen to you; and, secondly, because what happened to you might well happen to us, our affairs being so similar."
"And you believe that Mademoiselle de Launay could remove your doubts."
"Yes, her windows look on the arsenal."
"Well."
"She would have seen if there were anything new going on there to-day."
"Ah! she is striking now!"
At that moment Mademoiselle de Launay struck two blows, which meant attention.
Gaston replied by one, which meant that he was listening.
Then he went to the window.
A minute after the string appeared with a letter.
Gaston took the letter, and went to the hole to Pompadour.
"Well?" said the marquis.
"A letter," replied Gaston.
"What does she say?"
"I cannot see, but I will send it to Dumesnil, who will read it."
"Make haste."
"Pardon," said Gaston, "I am as anxious as you;" and he ran to the chimney.
"The string," he cried.
"You have a letter."
"Yes; have you a light?"
"Yes."
"Lower the string."
Gaston tied on the letter, which was drawn up.
"It is for you and not for me," said Dumesnil.
"Never mind, read it, and tell me what it is; I have no light, and it would lose time to send me one."
"You permit me?"
"Certainly."
A moment's silence.
"Well," said Gaston.
"Diable!"
"Bad news, is it not?"
"Judge for yourself."
And Dumesnil read:
"MY DEAR NEIGHBOR--Some judge extraordinary has arrived
at the arsenal this evening. I recognized D'Argenson's
livery. We shall know more soon, when I see the doctor.
A thousand remembrances to Dumesnil."
"That is what La Jonquiere told me; it is I that am condemned."
"Bah, chevalier," said Dumesnil; "you are too easily alarmed."
"Not at all. I know well what to think, and then--hark!"
"What!"
"Silence; some one is coming." And Gaston went away from the chimney.
The door opened, and the major and lieutenant, with four soldiers, came for Gaston,
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