The Vicomte De Bragelonne Part 95
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"I will buy it of you. Here is a note for two hundred pistoles."
"But I want a horse for my journey, sire."
"Well!"
"Well, and you take mine from me."
"Not at all. On the contrary, I give it you. Only as it is now mine and not yours, I am sure you will not spare it."
"Your majesty is in a hurry, then?"
"A great hurry."
"Then what compels me to wait two days?"
"Reasons known to myself."
"That's a different affair. The horse may make up the two days, in the eight he has to travel; and then there is the post."
"No, no, the post compromises, Monsieur d'Artagnan. Begone and do not forget you are my servant."
"Sire, it is not my duty to forget it! At what hour to-morrow shall I take my leave of your majesty?"
"Whence do you lodge?"
"I must henceforward lodge at the Louvre."
"That must not be now--keep your lodgings in the city: I will pay for them. As to your departure, it must take place at night; you must set out without being seen by any one, or, if you are seen, it must not be known that you belong to me. Keep your mouth shut, monsieur."
"Your majesty spoils all you have said by that single word."
"I asked where you lodged, for I cannot always send to M. le Comte de la Fere to seek you."
"I lodge with M. Planchet, a grocer, Rue des Lombards, at the sign of the Pilon d'Or."
"Go out but little, show yourself less, and await my orders."
"And yet, sire, I must go for the money."
"That is true, but when going to the superintendence, where so many people are constantly going, you must mingle with the crowd."
"I want the notes, sire, for the money."
"Here they are." The king signed them, and D'Artagnan looked on, to a.s.sure himself of their regularity.
"Adieu! Monsieur d'Artagnan," added the king; "I think you have perfectly understood me."
"I? I understand that your majesty sends me to Belle-Ile-en-Mer, that is all."
"To learn?"
"To learn how M. Fouquet's works are going on; that is all."
"Very well: I admit you may be taken."
"And I do not admit it," replied the Gascon, boldly.
"I admit you may be killed," continued the king.
"That is not probable, sire."
"In the first case, you must not speak; in the second there must be no papers found upon you."
D'Artagnan shrugged his shoulders without ceremony, and took leave of the king, saying to himself:--"The English shower continues--let us remain under the spout!"
Chapter LIV. The Houses of M. Fouquet.
Whilst D'Artagnan was returning to Planchet's house, his head aching and bewildered with all that had happened to him, there was pa.s.sing a scene of quite a different character, and which, nevertheless, is not foreign to the conversation our musketeer had just had with the king; only this scene took place out of Paris, in a house possessed by the superintendent Fouquet in the village of Saint-Mande. The minister had just arrived at this country-house, followed by his princ.i.p.al clerk, who carried an enormous portfolio full of papers to be examined, and others waiting for signature. As it might be about five o'clock in the afternoon, the masters had dined: supper was being prepared for twenty subaltern guests. The superintendent did not stop: on alighting from his carriage, he, at the same bound, sprang through the doorway, traversed the apartments and gained his cabinet, where he declared he would shut himself up to work, commanding that he should not be disturbed for anything but an order from the king. As soon as this order was given, Fouquet shut himself up, and two footmen were placed as sentinels at his door. Then Fouquet pushed a bolt which displaced a panel that walled up the entrance, and prevented everything that pa.s.sed in this apartment from being either seen or heard. But, against all probability, it was only for the sake of shutting himself up that Fouquet shut himself up thus, for he went straight to a bureau, seated himself at it, opened the portfolio, and began to make a choice amongst the enormous ma.s.s of papers it contained. It was not more than ten minutes after he had entered, and taken all the precautions we have described, when the repeated noise of several slight equal knocks struck his ear, and appeared to fix his utmost attention. Fouquet raised his head, turned his ear, and listened.
The strokes continued. Then the worker arose with a slight movement of impatience and walked straight up to a gla.s.s behind which the blows were struck by a hand, or by some invisible mechanism. It was a large gla.s.s let into a panel. Three other gla.s.ses, exactly similar to it, completed the symmetry of the apartment. Nothing distinguished that one from the others. Without doubt, these reiterated knocks were a signal; for, at the moment Fouquet approached the gla.s.s listening, the same noise was renewed, and in the same measure. "Oh! oh!" murmured the intendant, with surprise, "who is yonder? I did not expect anybody to-day." And without doubt, to respond to the signal, he pulled out a gilded nail near the gla.s.s, and shook it thrice. Then returning to his place, and seating himself again, "Ma foi! let them wait," said he. And plunging again into the ocean of papers unrolled before him, he appeared to think of nothing now but work. In fact, with incredible rapidity and marvelous lucidity, Fouquet deciphered the largest papers and most complicated writings, correcting them, annotating them with a pen moved as if by a fever, and the work melting under his hands, signatures, figures, references, became multiplied as if ten clerks--that is to say, a hundred fingers and ten brains had performed the duties, instead of the five fingers and single brain of this man. From time to time, only, Fouquet, absorbed by his work, raised his head to cast a furtive glance upon a clock placed before him. The reason of this was, Fouquet set himself a task, and when this task was once set, in one hour's work he, by himself, did what another would not have accomplished in a day; always certain, consequently, provided he was not disturbed, of arriving at the close in the time his devouring activity had fixed. But in the midst of his ardent labor, the soft strokes upon the little bell placed behind the gla.s.s sounded again, hasty, and, consequently, more urgent.
"The lady appears to be impatient," said Fouquet. "Humph! a calm! That must be the comtesse; but, no, the comtesse is gone to Rambouillet for three days. The presidente, then? Oh! no, the presidente would not a.s.sume such grand airs; she would ring very humbly, then she would wait my good pleasure. The greatest certainty is, that I do not know who it can be, but that I know who it cannot be. And since it is not you, marquise, since it cannot be you, deuce take the rest!" And he went on with his work in spite of the reiterated appeals of the bell. At the end of a quarter of an hour, however, impatience prevailed over Fouquet in his turn: he might be said to consume, rather than to complete the rest of his work; he thrust his papers into his portfolio, and giving a glance at the mirror, whilst the taps continued faster than ever: "Oh!
oh!" said he, "whence comes all this racket? What has happened, and who can the Ariadne be who expects me so impatiently. Let us see!"
He then applied the tip of his finger to the nail parallel to the one he had drawn. Immediately the gla.s.s moved like a folding-door and discovered a secret closet, rather deep, into which the superintendent disappeared as if going into a vast box. When there, he touched another spring, which opened, not a board, but a block of the wall, and he went out by that opening, leaving the door to shut of itself. Then Fouquet descended about a score of steps which sank, winding, underground, and came to a long, subterranean pa.s.sage, lighted by imperceptible loopholes. The walls of this vault were covered with slabs or tiles, and the floor with carpeting. This pa.s.sage was under the street itself, which separated Fouquet's house from the Park of Vincennes. At the end of the pa.s.sage ascended a winding staircase parallel with that by which Fouquet had entered. He mounted these other stairs, entered by means of a spring placed in a closet similar to that in his cabinet, and from this closet an untenanted chamber furnished with the utmost elegance. As soon as he entered, he examined carefully whether the gla.s.s closed without leaving any trace, and, doubtless satisfied with his observation, he opened by means of a small gold key the triple fastenings of a door in front of him. This time the door opened upon a handsome cabinet, sumptuously furnished, in which was seated upon cus.h.i.+ons a lady of surpa.s.sing beauty, who at the sound of the lock sprang towards Fouquet. "Ah! good heavens!" cried the latter, starting back with astonishment. "Madame la Marquise de Belliere, you here?"
"Yes," murmured la marquise. "Yes; it is I, monsieur."
"Marquise! dear marquise!" added Fouquet, ready to prostrate himself.
"Ah! my G.o.d! how did you come here? And I, to keep you waiting!"
"A long time, monsieur; yes, a very long time!"
"I am happy in thinking this waiting has appeared long to you, marquise!"
"Oh! an eternity, monsieur; oh! I rang more than twenty times. Did you not hear me?"
"Marquise, you are pale, you tremble."
"Did you not hear, then, that you were summoned?"
"Oh, yes; I heard plainly enough, madame; but I could not come. After your rigors and your refusals, how could I dream it was you? If I could have had any suspicion of the happiness that awaited me, believe me, madame, I would have quitted everything to fall at your feet, as I do at this moment."
"Are we quite alone, monsieur?" asked the marquise, looking round the room.
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