Part 30 (1/2)
”An asylum! and against whom?” said De Thou, making them sit down.
”Against the lowest people in Paris, who wish to have us for chiefs, and from whom we fly. It is odious; the sight, the smell, the ear, and the touch, above all, are too severely wounded by it,” said M. du Lude, with a comical gravity. ”It is too much!”
”Ah! too much, you say?” said De Thou, very much astonished, but not willing to show it.
”Yes,” answered the Advocate; ”really, between ourselves, Monsieur le Grand goes too far.”
”Yes, he pushes things too fast. He will render all our projects abortive,” added his companion.
”Ah! and you say he goes too far?” replied M. de Thou, rubbing his chin, more and more surprised.
Three months had pa.s.sed since his friend Cinq-Mars had been to see him; and he, without feeling much disquieted about it--knowing that he was at St.-Germain in high favor, and never quitting the King--was far removed from the news of the court. Absorbed in his grave studies, he never heard of public events till they were forced upon his attention. He knew nothing of current life until the last moment, and often amused his intimate friends by his naive astonishment--the more so that from a little worldly vanity he desired to have it appear as if he were fully acquainted with the course of events, and tried to conceal the surprise he experienced at every fresh intelligence. He was now in this situation, and to this vanity was added the feeling of friends.h.i.+p; he would not have it supposed that Cinq-Mars had been negligent toward him, and, for his friend's honor even, would appear to be aware of his projects.
”You know very well how we stand now,” continued the Advocate.
”Yes, of course. Well?”
”Intimate as you are with him, you can not be ignorant that all has been organizing for a year past.”
”Certainly, all has been organizing; but proceed.”
”You will admit with us that Monsieur le Grand is wrong?”
”Ah, that is as it may be; but explain yourself. I shall see.”
”Well, you know upon what we had agreed at the last conference of which he informed you?”
”Ah! that is to say--pardon me, I perceive it almost; but set me a little upon the track.”
”It is useless; you no doubt remember what he himself recommended us to do at Marion de Lorme's?”
”To add no one to our list,” said M. du Lude.
”Ah, yes, yes! I understand,” said De Thou; ”that appears reasonable, very reasonable, truly.”
”Well,” continued Fournier, ”he himself has infringed this agreement; for this morning, besides the ragam.u.f.fins whom that ferret the Abbe de Gondi brought to us, there was some vagabond captain, who during the night struck with sword and poniard gentlemen of both parties, crying out at the top of his voice, 'A moi, D'Aubijoux! You gained three thousand ducats from me; here are three sword-thrusts for you. 'A moi', La Chapelle! I will have ten drops of your blood in exchange for my ten pistoles!' and I myself saw him attack these gentlemen and many more of both sides, loyally enough, it is true--for he struck them only in front and on their guard--but with great success, and with a most revolting impartiality.”
”Yes, Monsieur, and I was about to tell him my opinion,” interposed De Lude, ”when I saw him escape through the crowd like a squirrel, laughing greatly with some suspicious looking men with dark, swarthy faces; I do not doubt, however, that Monsieur de Cinq-Mars sent him, for he gave orders to that Ambrosio whom you must know--that Spanish prisoner, that rascal whom he has taken for a servant. In faith, I am disgusted with all this; and I was not born to mingle with this canaille.”
”This, Monsieur,” replied Fournier, ”is very different from the affair at Loudun. There the people only rose, without actually revolting; it was the sensible and estimable part of the populace, indignant at an a.s.sa.s.sination, and not heated by wine and money. It was a cry raised against an executioner--a cry of which one could honorably be the organ--and not these howlings of factious hypocrisy, of a ma.s.s of unknown people, the dregs of the mud and sewers of Paris. I confess that I am very tired of what I see; and I have come to entreat you to speak about it to Monsieur le Grand.”
De Thou was very much embarra.s.sed during this conversation, and sought in vain to understand what Cinq-Mars could have to do with the people, who appeared to him merely merrymaking; on the other hand, he persisted in not owning his ignorance. It was, however, complete; for the last time he had seen his friend, he had spoken only of the King's horses and stables, of hawking, and of the importance of the King's huntsmen in the affairs of the State, which did not seem to announce vast projects in which the people could take a part. He at last timidly ventured to say:
”Messieurs, I promise to do your commission; meanwhile, I offer you my table and beds as long as you please. But to give my advice in this matter is very difficult. By the way, it was not the fete of Sainte-Barbe I saw this morning?”
”The Sainte-Barbe!” said Fournier.
”The Sainte-Barbe!” echoed Du Lude. ”They burned powder.”
”Oh, yes, yes! that is what Monsieur de Thou means,” said Fournier, laughing; ”very good, very good indeed! Yes, I think to-day is Sainte-Barbe.”