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I laughed, and entered into the joke; no one would suspect me for a Huguenot. La Croissette then disguised himself in Dr. Jameray's long black gown, and added a pair of green spectacles, which certainly heightened the effect.
Thus, there is something in every one of us to punish; and sometimes the Lord sees fit to chasten His best-loved servants so severely, that it is difficult to distinguish their chastisement from His judgments on the wicked." "That comes to what I was saying," said La Croissette; "that there is but one event to the good and to the bad."
"Advance, brothers La Croissette." We ascended a mean staircase and entered a room where we found a man and woman standing beside a large basket. "Now get you into this," said La Croissette to me, "and we will lower you from the window. Stay, I will go first; it will give you confidence."
La Croissette said, "You seem in trouble; what is it?" I said, "Don't you know the dragoons are in Nismes? They have tried to burn my mother, have bound and beaten my father, destroyed our property, and cudgelled and burnt me till I cannot stand." He drew in his breath, and said, "Any one of those things is trouble enough. Is that pretty girl your sister?" "No; my affianced wife."
"There have always been those who dealt in lying signs and wonders," said I, "from the days of Moses, when the magicians feigned to change their rods into serpents, which of course they could not do really." "They were clever at sleight-of-hand, I suppose," said La Croissette. "So is Doctor Jameray. He can do many wonderful things. I can do some of them myself.
"The news, then, is, that Nismes is being converted as fast as possible," said La Croissette. "No persuader, sirs, like fire and sword. Dragoons are quartered on every Protestant. They are destroying whatever they cannot make booty of. Some are littering their fine black horses with bales of broadcloth, silk, and cotton; others with fine Holland cloths.
"Well, I wish I could have brought you more cheerful news," said La Croissette, rising. "In truth, you need it, in this dismal hole, to keep up your spirits. Tell me, now, good sir, how long do you expect to be able, you and yours, to hold out?" "Sufficient to the day is the evil thereof," said my father.
At last the day closed in, the people departed, we supplied ourselves with food, and departed like the rest. "Now, then, have I not come off with flying colors?" said La Croissette, complacently. "Assuredly you have: but you must be very tired." "Tired as can be you know I had no sleep last night we are coming to a little thicket where we will roost for the night."
"I must bid my companion farewell." Turning to La Croissette, I took his hand in both mine, and pressed it fervently, saying: "My dear La Croissette, adieu. May God bless you in this world and the next. I wish I could make some return for your exceeding kindness, but, unfortunately, can give you nothing but my prayers." "Pray say nothing of it," said he, cordially.
There was a distant, sullen murmur in the city, but around us all was still. Above us were bright stars, but no moon. At length we got among low dwellings, some of which had twinkling lights. We entered a dark, narrow passage, smelling powerfully of fried fish and onions. Some one from above said cautiously, "Who goes there?" "La Croissette." "Who else?" "My brother Jean."
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