CHAPTER XVII.
MONSIEUR ANDRE.
"You said that the Breton nobility were ready to second the Frenchnobility: now, what do the French nobility want?"
"They desire, in case of his majesty's death, to place the king of Spainon the throne of France, as sole heir of Louis XIV."
"Very good, very good," said La Jonquiere, taking snuff with an air ofextreme satisfaction.
"But," said the regent, "the king is not dead, although you speak almostas if he were."
"The Grand Dauphin, the Duc and Duchesse de Bourgogne and theirchildren, disappeared in a deplorable manner." The regent turned palewith anger; Dubois coughed.
"Then they reckon on the king's death?"
"Generally, monseigneur."
"Then that explains how the king of Spain hopes, in spite of therenunciation of his rights, to mount the throne of France. But, amongthe people attached to the regency, he may meet with some opposition."
The false Spaniard involuntarily lingered on these words.
"Monseigneur," replied the chevalier, "this case also has beenforeseen."
"Ah!" said Dubois, "this has been foreseen. Did not I tell you,monseigneur, that the Bretons were valuable to us. Continue, monsieur,continue."
In spite of this invitation, Gaston was silent.
"Well, monsieur," said the pretended duke, "I am listening."
"This secret is not mine, monseigneur."
"Then," said the duke, "I have not the confidence of your chiefs?"
"On the contrary, you alone have it."
"I understand, monsieur; but the captain is my friend, and I answer forhim as for myself."
"My instructions are, monseigneur, to speak to you alone."
"But, I tell you, I answer for the captain."
"In that case," said Gaston, bowing, "I have said all I have to say."
"You hear, captain," said the regent; "have the kindness to leave usalone."
"Yes, monseigneur; I have but two words to say to you."
Gaston drew back.
"Monseigneur," whispered Dubois, "press him hard--get out the wholeaffair--you will never have such another chance. What do you think ofour Breton?"
"A noble fellow; eyes full of intelligence and a fine head."
"So much the better for cutting it off."
"What do you say?"
"Nothing, monseigneur; I am exactly of your opinion. M. de Chanlay, yourhumble servant; some might be angry that you would not speak beforethem, but I am not proud, and, provided all things turn out as I expect,I do not care for the means."
Chanlay bowed.
"Monsieur," said the regent, when Dubois had closed the door, "we arealone, and I am listening. Speak--you understand my impatience."
"Yes, monseigneur. You are doubtless surprised that you have not yetreceived from Spain a certain dispatch which you were to send toCardinal Olocroni?"
"True, monsieur," said the regent, dissembling with difficulty.
"I will explain the delay. The messenger who should have brought thisdispatch fell ill, and has not left Madrid. The Baron de Valef, myfriend, who was in Spain, offered himself; and, after three or fourday's hesitation, at length--as he was a man already tried inCellamare's conspiracy--they trusted him."
"In fact," said the regent, "the Baron de Valef narrowly escapedDubois's emissaries; it needed some courage to renew such a work. I knowthat when the regent saw Madame de Maine and Cellamare arrested;Richelieu, Polignac, Malezieux, and Mademoiselle de Launay in theBastille; and that wretched Lagrange-Chancel at the Sainte Marguerite,he thought all was finished."
"You see he was mistaken, monseigneur."
"But do not these Breton conspirators fear that in thus rising they maysacrifice the heads of the Paris conspirators whom the regent has inhis power?"
"They hope to save them, or die with them."
"How save them?"
"Let us return to the dispatch, if you please, monseigneur; here it is."
The regent took the paper, but seeing the address to his excellency theDuc d'Olivares, laid it on the table unopened. Strange inconsistency!This man opened two hundred letters a day by his spies; it is true thatthen he dealt with a Thorey or a Dubois, and not with a Chevalier deChanlay.
"Well, monseigneur," said Gaston.
"You know, doubtless, what this dispatch contains, monsieur?"
"Not word for word, perhaps; but I know what was arranged."
"Well, tell me. I shall be glad to know how far you are admitted intothe secrets of the Spanish cabinet."
"When the regent is got rid of," said Gaston, without noticing theslight start which his interlocutor gave at these words, "the Duc deMaine will be provisionally recognized in his place. The Duc de Mainewill at once break the treaty of the quadruple alliance signed by thatwretch Dubois."
"I wish La Jonquiere had been here to hear you speak thus; it would havepleased him. Go on, monsieur."
"The pretender will start with a fleet for the English shore; Prussia,Sweden, and Russia will then be engaged with Holland; the empire willprofit by this war to retake Naples and Sicily, to which it lays claimthrough the house of Suabia; the Grand Duchy of Tuscany will be assuredto the second son of the king of Spain, the Catholic low countries willbe re-united to France, Sardinia given to the Duke of Savoy, Commachioto the pope. France will be the soul of the great league of the southagainst the north, and, if Louis XV. dies, Philip V. will be crownedking of half the world."
"Yes, I know all that," said the regent, "and this is Cellamare'sconspiracy renewed. But you used a phrase I did not understand."
"Which, monseigneur?"
"You said, when the regent is got rid of. How is he to be got rid of?"
"The old plan was, as you know, to carry him off to the prison ofSaragossa, or the fortress of Toledo."
"Yes; and the plan failed through the duke's watchfulness."
"It was impracticable--a thousand obstacles opposed it. How was itpossible to take such a prisoner across France?"
"It was difficult," said the duke; "I never understood the adoption ofsuch a plan. I am glad to find it modified."
"Monseigneur, it would be possible to seduce guards, to escape from aprison or a fortress, to return to France, retake a lost power, andpunish those who had executed this abduction. Philip V. and Alberonihave nothing to fear; his excellency the Duc d'Olivares regains thefrontier in safety; and, while half the conspirators escape, the otherhalf pay for all."----"However--"
"Monseigneur, we have the example of the last conspiracy before oureyes, and you yourself named those who are in the Bastille."
"What you say is most logical," replied the duke.
"While, on the contrary, in getting rid of the regent--" continued thechevalier.
"Yes; you prevent his return. It is possible to return from a prison,but not from a tomb--that is what you would say?"
"Yes, monseigneur," replied Gaston, with a somewhat tremulous voice.
"Now I understand your mission. You come to Paris to make away with theregent?"
"Yes, monseigneur."
"Explain yourself."
"We were five Breton gentlemen, forming a small party or league in themidst of the general association, and it was agreed that the majorityshould decide on our plans."
"I understand, and the majority decided that the regent should beassassinated."
"Yes, monseigneur, four were for assassination, and one against it."
"And that one?"
"If I lose your excellency's confidence I must own that I was that one."
"But, then, why are you to accomplish a design you disapprove?"
"Chance was to decide the one who should strike the blow."
"And the lot?"
"Fell on me, monseigneur."
"Why did you not refuse?"
"The ballot was without names, no one knew my vote. I should have beentaken for a coward."
"And you came to Paris?"
"For the task imposed o
n me."
"Reckoning on me?"
"As on an enemy of the regent, for aid in accomplishing an enterprisewhich not only concerns the interests of Spain, but which will save ourfriends from the Bastille."
"Do they run as much danger as you believe?"
"Death hovers over them; the regent has proofs, and has said of M. deRichelieu that if he had four heads he has wherewith to condemn themall."
"He said that in a moment of passion."
"What, monseigneur, you defend the duke--you tremble when a man devoteshimself to save, not only his accomplices, but two kingdoms--youhesitate to accept that devotion."
"If you fail!"
"Everything has its good and evil side; if the happiness of being thesavior of a country is lost, the honor of being a martyr to its cause isgained."
"But remember, in facilitating your access to the regent, I become youraccomplice."
"Does that frighten you, monseigneur?"
"Certainly, for you being arrested--"
"Well--I being arrested?"
"They may force from you, by means of tortures, the names of those--"
Gaston's reply was a smile of supreme disdain.
"You are a foreigner and a Spaniard, monseigneur," said he, "and do notknow what a French gentleman is, therefore I pardon you."
"Then I may reckon on your silence?"
"Pontcalec, Du Couedic, Talhouet, and Montlouis, doubted me for aninstant, and have since apologized to me for doing so."
"Well, monsieur, I will think seriously of what you have said, but inyour place--"
"In my place?"
"I would renounce this enterprise."
"I wish I had never entered into it, monseigneur, I own, for since I didso a great change has taken place in my life, but I am in it, and mustaccomplish it."
"Even if I refuse to second you?"
"The Breton committee have provided for that emergency."
"And decided--"
"To do without you."
"Then your resolution--"
"Is irrevocable."
"I have said all I had to say," replied the regent, "since you aredetermined to pursue your undertaking."
"Monseigneur," said Gaston, "you seem to wish to retire."
"Have you anything more to say to me?"
"Not to-day; to-morrow, or the day after."
"You have the captain as go-between--when he gives me notice I willreceive you with pleasure."
"Monseigneur," said Gaston firmly, and with a noble air, "let me speakfreely. We should have no go-between; you and I--so evidently separatedby rank and station--are equal before the scaffold which threatens us. Ihave even a superiority over you, since I run the greater danger;however, you are now, monseigneur, a conspirator, like the Chevalier deChanlay, with this difference: that you have the right--being thechief--to see his head fall before yours--let me, then, treat as anequal with your excellency, and see you when it is necessary."
The regent thought for a moment.
"Very well," said he, "this house is not my residence; you understand Ido not receive many at my house: since the war, my position isprecarious and delicate in France; Cellamare is in prison at Blois; I amonly a sort of consul--good as a hostage--I cannot use too manyprecautions."
The regent lied with a painful effort.
"Write, then, poste restante to M. Andre, you must name the time atwhich you wish to see me, and I will be there."
"Through the post?" asked Gaston.
"Yes, it is only a delay of three hours; at each post a man will watchfor your letter, and bring it to me when it arrives; three hours afteryou can come here."
"Your excellency forgets," said Gaston, laughing, "that I do not knowwhere I am, in what street, at what number; I came by night. Stay, letus do better than that; you asked for time to reflect, take tillto-morrow morning, and at eleven o'clock send for me. We must arrange aplan beforehand, that it may not fail, like those plans where a carriageor a shower of rain disconcerts everything."
"That is a good idea," said the regent; "to-morrow, then, at eleveno'clock, you shall be fetched, and we will then have no secrets fromeach other."
Gaston bowed and retired. In the antechamber he found the guide whobrought him, but he noticed that in leaving they crossed a garden whichthey had not passed through on entering, and went out by a differentdoor. At this door the carriage waited, and it quickly arrived at theRue des Bourdonnais.
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