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Chapter 35. Man Proposes |
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_ CHAPTER XXXV. MAN PROPOSES "Your highness! your highness at my lodging!" cried D'Harmental. "What have I done to merit such an honor?" "The hour is come, chevalier," said the duchess, "when it is right that we should show people the opinion we hold of their merits. It shall never be said that the friends of Madame de Maine expose themselves for her, and that she does not expose herself with them. Thank God, I am the granddaughter of the great Conde, and I feel that I am worthy of my ancestor." "Your highness is most welcome," said Pompadour; "for your arrival will get us out of a difficulty. Decided, as we were, to obey your orders, we nevertheless hesitated at the idea of the danger incurred by an assembly at the Arsenal, at such a moment as the present, when the police have their eyes upon it." "And I thought with you, marquis; so, instead of waiting for you, I resolved to come and seek you. The baron accompanied me. I went to the house of the Comtesse de Chavigny, a friend of De Launay's, who lives in the Rue du Mail. We had clothes brought there; and, as we were only a few steps off, we came here on foot, and here we are. On my honor, Messire Voyer d'Argenson would be clever, indeed, if he recognized us in this disguise." "I see, with pleasure," said Malezieux, "that your highness is not cast down by the events of this horrible day." "Cast down! I! Malezieux, I hope you know me too well to have feared it for a single instant. Cast down! On the contrary, I never felt more vigor, or more determination. Oh, if I only were a man!" "Let your highness command," said D'Harmental, "and everything that you could do if you could act yourself, we will do--we, who stand in your stead." "No, no; it is impossible that any other should do that which I should have done." "Nothing is impossible, madame, to five men as devoted as we are. Moreover, our interest demands a prompt and energetic course of action. It is not reasonable to believe that the regent will stop there. The day after to-morrow--to-morrow evening, perhaps--we shall all be arrested. Dubois gives out that the paper which he saved from the flames at the Prince of Cellamare's is nothing less than the list of the conspirators. In that case he knows all our names. We have, then, at this very moment, a sword hanging over each of our heads; do not let us wait tamely till the thread which suspends it snaps; let us seize it, and strike!" "Strike! What--where--and how?" asked Brigaud. "That abominable parliament has destroyed all our schemes. Have we measures taken, or a plot made out?" "The best plan which has been conceived," said Pompadour, "and the one which offered the greatest chance of success, was the first; and the proof is, that it was only overthrown by an unheard-of circumstance." "Well, if the plan was good then, it is so still," said Valef; "let us return to it!" "Yes, but in failing," said Malezieux, "this plan put the regent on his guard." "On the contrary," said Pompadour; "in consequence of that very failure, it will be supposed that we have abandoned it." "And the proof is," said Valef, "that the regent, on this head, takes fewer precautions than ever. For example--since his daughter, Mademoiselle de Chartres, has become abbess of Chelles, he goes to see her every week, and he goes through the wood of Vincennes without guards, and with only a coachman and two lackeys, and that at eight or nine o'clock at night." "And what day does he pay this visit?" asked Brigaud. "Wednesday." "That is to-morrow," said the duchess. "Brigaud," said Valef, "have you still the passport for Spain?" "Yes." "And the same facilities for the route?" "The same. The postmaster is with us, and we shall have only to explain to him." "Well," said Valef, "if her royal highness will allow me, I will to-morrow call together seven or eight friends, wait for the regent in the Bois de Vincennes, carry him off; and in three days I am at Pampeluna." "An instant, my dear baron," said D'Harmental. "I would observe to you that you are stepping into my shoes, and that this undertaking belongs to me of right." "You, my dear chevalier! you have already done what you had to do: now it is our turn." "Not at all, if you please, Valef. My honor is concerned in it, for I have revenge to take. You would annoy me infinitely by insisting on this subject." "All that I can do for you, my dear D'Harmental," said Valef, "is to leave it to her highness's choice. She knows that we are equally devoted to her; let her decide." "Will you accept my arbitration, chevalier," said the duchess. "Yes, for I trust to your justice, madame," said D'Harmental. "And you are right; yes, the honor of the undertaking belongs to you. I place in your hands the fate of the son of Louis the Fourteenth, and the granddaughter of the great Conde. I trust entirely to your devotion and courage, and I have the greater hope of your success, that fortune owes you a compensation. To you, my dear D'Harmental, all the honor, and all the peril." "I accept both with gratitude," said D'Harmental, kissing the duchess's hand; "and to-morrow, at this hour, I shall be dead, or the regent will be on the way to Spain." "Very good," said Pompadour, "that is what I call speaking; and if you want any one to give you a helping hand, my dear chevalier, count on me." "And on me," said Valef. "And are we good for nothing?" said Malezieux. "My dear chancellor," said the duchess, "to each one his share. To poets, churchmen, and magistrates, advice; to soldiers, execution. Chevalier, are you sure of finding the men who assisted you before?" "I am sure of their chief, at least." "When shall you see him?" "This evening."----"At what time?" "Directly, if your highness wishes it." "The sooner the better." "In a quarter of an hour I will be ready." "Where can we learn the result of the interview?" "I will come to your highness, wheresoever you may be." "Not at the Arsenal," said Brigaud, "it is too dangerous." "Can we not wait here?" asked the duchess. "Remember," said Brigaud, "that my pupil is a steady fellow, receiving scarcely any one, and that a long visit might arouse suspicion." "Can we not fix a rendezvous where there would be no such fear?" asked Pompadour. "Certainly," said the duchess, "at the stone in the Champs-Elysees, for instance. Malezieux and I will come there in a carriage without livery, and without arms. Pompadour, Valef, and Brigaud will meet us there, each one separately; there we will wait for D'Harmental, and settle the last measure." "That will suit well," said D'Harmental, "for my man lives in the Rue Saint Honore." "You know, chevalier," replied the duchess, "that you may promise as much money as you like." "I undertake to fill the purse," said Brigaud. "That is well, abbe, for I know who will undertake to empty it," said D'Harmental. "Then all is agreed," said the duchess. "In an hour, in the Champs-Elysees." Then the duchess--having readjusted her mantle so as to hide her face--took Valef's arm, and went out. Malezieux followed at a little distance, taking care not to lose sight of her. Brigaud and Pompadour went out together, and D'Harmental went directly to the Rue Saint Honore. Whether it were chance, or calculation on the part of the duchess, who appreciated D'Harmental, and understood how fully she might rely upon him, the chevalier found himself more than ever put forward in the conspiracy: but his honor was engaged; and although he foresaw the terrible consequences of the step which he was about to take, he went boldly forward, resolved to sacrifice everything, even his life and his love, to the fulfillment of his promise. He presented himself at La Fillon's with the same tranquillity as before, although many things were altered in his life since then, and having been, as before, received by the mistress of the house in person he inquired if Captain Roquefinette were visible. Without doubt La Fillon had expected a much less moral demand; for on recognizing D'Harmental, she could not repress a movement of surprise. However, she asked if he were not the same person, who--two months before--had come there to inquire for the captain. D'Harmental replied in the affirmative. As soon as she was informed on this point, she called a servant, and ordered her to conduct the chevalier to No. 72. The girl obeyed, taking a candle, and going before D'Harmental, who followed her. This time, no songs guided him in his ascent; all was silent in the house; and as the chevalier himself was occupied with grave thoughts, he mounted the six flights, and knocked at once at the door. "Enter," said Roquefinette. The chevalier slipped a louis into the servant's hand, opened the door, and went in. The same change was observable in the interior as in the exterior. Roquefinette was no longer, as on the first occasion, sitting among the debris of a feast, surrounded by slaves, smoking his long pipe. He was alone, in a little dark attic, lighted by a single candle, which, nearly burned out, gave more smoke than flame, and whose flickering light gave a strange expression to the harsh face of the brave captain, who was standing leaning against the chimney-piece. "Ah!" said Roquefinette in a slightly ironical tone, "it is you, chevalier; I expected you." "You expected me, captain! and what induced you to do so?" "Events, chevalier; events." "What do you mean?" "I mean that you thought you could make open war, and consequently put poor Captain Roquefinette aside, as a bandit, who is good for nothing but a nocturnal blow at a street corner, or in a wood; and now Dubois knows all; the parliament, on whom we thought we might count, have failed us, and has said yes, instead of no. Now we come back to the captain. My dear captain here! my good captain there! Is not this exactly as it has happened, chevalier? Well, here is the captain, what do you want of him? Speak." "Really, my dear captain," said D'Harmental, not knowing exactly how to take this speech, "there is some truth in what you say. Only you are mistaken if you think we had forgotten you. If our plan had succeeded, you would have had proof that my memory was better, and I should have come to offer you my credit, as I now come to ask your assistance." "Hum!" said the captain; "for the last three days, since I have inhabited this new apartment, I have made many reflections on the vanity of human things, and have more than once felt inclined to retire altogether from these affairs, or--if I did undertake one--to take care that it should be sufficiently brilliant to insure my future." "What I come to propose to you is just the thing. Without preamble, it is--" "What?" asked the captain, after waiting two or three minutes in vain for the end of the speech. "Oh captain, I thought--" "What did you think, chevalier?" "I thought I heard steps--a sort of creaking in the wall." "Ah!" said the captain, "there are not a few rats in this establishment, I can tell you." "Oh, that must be it!" said D'Harmental. "Well! my dear Roquefinette, we wish to profit by the regent's returning unguarded from Chelles to carry him off and take him to Spain." "Before going any further," said Roquefinette, "I must warn you that this is a new treaty, and that every new treaty implies new conditions." "No need of discussions on that point. You shall fix them yourself; but can you still dispose of your men?" "I can." "Will they be ready at two o'clock to-morrow?" "They will." "That is all that is necessary." "Something else is necessary--money to buy a horse and arms." "There are a hundred louis in that purse; take it." "It is well. You shall have an account of it." "Then to-morrow at my house at two o'clock." "It is agreed, chevalier; you are not to be astonished if I am a little exacting." "You know that last time I only complained of your being too modest." "Very well, that will do," said the captain, "you are easily satisfied. Let me light you; it would be a pity that a brave fellow like you should break his neck." And the captain took the candle, which, now burned down to the paper, threw a splendid light over the staircase. D'Harmental had not forgotten that Madame de Maine waited with anxiety for the result of the interview. He did not trouble himself, therefore, about what had become of La Fillon, whom he did not see on leaving; and having gone down the Rue des Feuillons, he passed along the Champs-Elysees, which, without being altogether deserted, was nevertheless almost solitary. Having arrived at the stone, he noticed a carriage standing on the opposite side of the road, while two men were walking at a little distance off in the cross-road. He approached the carriage; a woman, seeing him, put her head impatiently out of the window. The chevalier recognized Madame de Maine; Malezieux and Valef were with her. As to the walkers, who, seeing D'Harmental, approached the vehicle, it is needless to say that they were Brigaud and Pompadour. The chevalier, without naming Roquefinette, or enlarging on the character of the illustrious captain, told them in a few words what had passed. This recital was welcomed by a general exclamation of joy. The duchess gave D'Harmental her hand to kiss; the men pressed his. It was agreed that the next day at two o'clock the duchess, Pompadour, Laval, Valef, Malezieux, and Brigaud, should meet at No. 15, Faubourg Saint Antoine, a house occupied by D'Avranches' mother, and that they should there await the event. The result was to be announced to them by D'Avranches himself, who, at three o'clock, should be at the Barriere du Trone with two horses, one for himself, the other for the chevalier. He was to follow D'Harmental at a distance, and return to announce what had passed. Five other horses, saddled and bridled, were to be ready in the stables of the house in the Faubourg Saint Antoine, so that the conspirators might fly at once in case of the chevalier's failure. These plans settled, the duchess forced the chevalier to seat himself beside her. The duchess wished to drive him home, but he told her that the appearance of a carriage at Madame Denis's door would produce too much sensation, and that, flattering as it would be to him, it would be too dangerous for all. In consequence, the duchess set D'Harmental down in the Place des Victoires, after repeatedly expressing her gratitude for his devotion. It was ten o'clock in the evening. D'Harmental had scarcely seen Bathilde during the day; he wished to see her again; he was sure to find her at her window, but that was not sufficient, for what he had to say was too serious to be thus spoken from one side to the other of the street. He was thinking under what pretext he could present himself at such a late hour, when he thought he saw a woman at the door of her house. He advanced and recognized Nanette, who was there by Bathilde's order. The poor girl was dreadfully uneasy, Buvat not having returned. All the evening she had remained at the window to watch for D'Harmental, but had not seen him. It seemed to Bathilde that there must be some connection between Buvat's strange disappearance and the melancholy which she had remarked the day before in D'Harmental's face. Nanette was waiting at the door for Buvat and D'Harmental; she now waited for Buvat, and D'Harmental went up to Bathilde. Bathilde had heard and recognized his step, and ran to open the door. At the first glance she noticed the pensive expression of his face. "Oh! mon Dieu, Raoul!" she exclaimed, "has anything happened to you?" "Bathilde," said D'Harmental, with a melancholy smile, "you have often told me that there is in me something mysterious which frightens you." "Yes," cried Bathilde; "it is the only torment of my life; my only fear for the future." "And you are right; for before I knew you, Bathilde, I had abandoned a part of my free-will; this portion of myself no longer belongs to me, but submits to a supreme law, and to unforeseen events. It is a black point in a clear sky. According to the way the wind blows, it may disappear as a vapor or increase into a storm. The hand which holds and guides mine may lead me to the highest favor or to the most complete disgrace. Tell me, Bathilde, are you disposed to share my good and evil fortune; the calm and the tempest?" "Everything with you, Raoul." "Think of what you are undertaking, Bathilde. It may be a happy and a brilliant life which is reserved for you; it may be exile; it may be captivity; it may be that you will be a widow before you are a wife." Bathilde turned so pale that Raoul thought she would fall; but she quickly regained her self-command, and, holding out her hand to D'Harmental-- "Raoul," said she, "have I not already told you that I love you; that I never have and never can love any other? It seems to me that all these promises you ask are included in those words; but since you wish them renewed, I do so. Your life shall be my life, and your death my death; both are in the hands of God." "And I, Bathilde," said D'Harmental, leading her before the crucifix, "I swear that from this moment you are my wife before God and before men; and since the events which may dispose of my life leave me nothing but my love to offer to you, that love is yours--profound, unalterable, eternal;" and the young people exchanged their first kiss with the renewal of their vows. When D'Harmental left Bathilde, Buvat had not returned. _ |
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