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The squadron wheeled, headed by an officer, who rode upon him with sword uplifted as though to cut him down. Law raised his hand at this new menace. "Stop!" he cried. "I am the cause of this rioting. I am John Law." "What! Monsieur L'as?" cried the lieutenant. "So the people have found you, have they?" "It would so seem. They have destroyed my carriage, and they would have killed me," replied Law.
You have been present at the salon of Madame de Tencin. You know her Grace the Duchesse de Falari, recently Madame d'Artague? Mademoiselle de Caylus you know very well, and of course also Mademoiselle Aïssé, la belle Circassienne But what? Diable! Have you too gone mad? Come, is the sight of my guest too much for you also, Monsieur L'as?"
"Nothing!" exclaimed Varenne, bitterly, "except that every minute of this day is worth a million francs. Man, do you know?" and in his frenzy he caught De la Chaise by the collar and half shook him out of his usual calm "man, can you not see that Jean L'as has brought revolution into Paris? Oh! This L'as, this devil of a L'as!
"Assuredly, if Monsieur L'as should please. We here in Paris are quite his humble servants." Law said nothing. He stood with his biting blue eyes still fixed upon Mary Connynge, whose own eyes faltered, trying their utmost to escape from his; whose fingers, resting just lightly on the snowy Hollands of the table cloth, moved tremulously; whose limbs appeared ready to sink beneath her.
The empress, robed in lace and glittering in jewels, seemed, says an eye-witness, to realize the picture presented of herself in the composer's words: "Espagne bien aimée, Où le ciel est vermeil, C'est toi qui l'as formée D'un rayon de soleil." When the cantata had been sung, the Grand Master of the Ceremonies conducted the bride, as yet only half married, back to the Élysée.
Without, but the door's thickness from where he stood, there arose a tumult of sound, shouts, cries, imprecations, entreaties, as though the walls of some asylum for the unfortunate had broken away and allowed its inmates to escape unrestrained, irreclaimable, impossible to control. "Down with Jean L'as!
For myself, I shall take pride in advancing the interest on the sum for a certain time, until such occasion as the treasury may afford the price of this trinket. In a short time it will be able to do so, I promise your Grace; indeed able to buy a dozen such stones, and take no thought of the matter." "Monsieur L'as, do you actually believe these things?" "I know them."
There was irritation in the tone with which the regent uttered this protest, yet he continued. "Monsieur L'as, 'tis but a little surprise I had planned for you. Mademoiselle, my princess of the Messasebe, let me present Monsieur Jean L'as, king of the Messasebe, and hence your sovereign!
"You are right, Monsieur L'as," replied the one addressed, as the first speaker seated himself on the thwart of the boat in whose bow he had been standing. "Bend to it, mes amis!" John Law turned about on the seat, gazing back over the length of the little ship which had brought him and his comrades thus far on the wildest journey he had ever undertaken.
"Are you not Jean L'as?" cried one dame, excitedly, waving in his face a handful of the paper shares of the latest issue in the Company of the Indies. "Are you not Jean L'as? Tell me, then, where is my money for these things? What shall I get for this rotten paper?" "You are Jean L'as, the director-general!" cried a man, pushing up to his side. "'Twas you that ruined the Company. See!
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