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"Ah, Monsieur de Saumaise," said the governor, "you must not tell jests at the expense of their Majesties; Mazarin I do not mind, for he is certainly niggard with funds and with men." "How that handsome young king of ours will spend money when a new prime minister is needed!" was the vicomte's comment, his gaze falling on the Chevalier's empty chair.
So everybody knew that D'Hérouville and De Leviston were in hospital, seriously though not dangerously wounded, and that Monsieur de Saumaise was in the guardhouse, where, it was supposed, he would remain for some time to come, in order that his hot blood might cool appreciably.
"Wedded to a fop, whose only thought was of himself? That would have been even worse than Monsieur le Comte, who was, with all his faults, a man of great courage." "I have never heard that the Chevalier was a coward," warmly. "In fact, in Rochelle he had the reputation of being one of the most daring soldiers in France. And a coward would never have done what he did for Monsieur de Saumaise."
"The Vicomte d'Halluys against the Comte d'Hérouville, and Monsieur de Saumaise against De Leviston. D'Hérouville and De Leviston are both in hospital." "D'Hérouville? What had he to do with the affair?" "He laughed," said the governor; "he laughed when De Leviston accused your son of not knowing who his mother was." "Thank you, Monsieur. I see that you are in great puzzle.
One slipped through his fingers and went jangling along the stone of the floor. "I was wondering where I had seen it before. Hang me, but this is all pretty well muddled up. There was a traitor somewhere, or a coward. What think you, Saumaise; does not this look like Gaston of Orléans?" Victor started. "I never thought of him!" "Ah!
"Paul, there is another gentleman bound for Spain. We shall have company." "What? The astute vicomte, that diplomat?" "Even so. The Vicomte d'Halluys, wit, duelist, devil-may-care, spendthrift. Ho, Vicomte!" the poet called. "Saumaise?" cried the man at the door, coming forward. "Go in, Paul," said the poet; "I want a word with him." The Chevalier passed into the private assembly.
The afternoon of the second day promised to be dull and uninteresting, but grew suddenly pregnant with possibilities when the Comte d'Hérouville addressed the vicomte with these words: "Monsieur, I should like to speak to the Chevalier du Cévennes. Will you take upon yourself the responsibility of conducting me to his cabin? It is not possible for me to ask the courtesy of Monsieur de Saumaise.
There is a certain paper, which, if seen by the cardinal, will cause the signing of our death warrants. Monsieur de Saumaise, have you any idea who stole your cloak?" "It was not my cloak, Monsieur," said Victor, with a frown; "it was loaned to me by Monsieur le Chevalier." "Yours?" cried the vicomte, turning to the Chevalier. "Yes." The Chevalier thoughtfully fingered the golden coin.
"I love you so well that I would kill D'Hérouville and De Saumaise and Du Cévennes, all of them, rather than that one of them should possess the right to call you his." "But can you not see how impossible life with you would be after this night? I should hold you in perpetual fear." "I will find a way to overcome that fear." "But each time I look at you would recall this humiliating moment.
"Monsieur de Saumaise would never have returned it in this condition; besides, Hector would have been the messenger. What will Monsieur Paul say when he sees it?"
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