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"I will go anywhere you like, monseigneur," answered Moliere. "To Saint-Mande!" cried Porthos, surprised at seeing the proud bishop of Vannes fraternizing with a journeyman tailor. "What, Aramis, are you going to take this gentleman to Saint-Mande?" "Yes," said Aramis, smiling, "our work is pressing."
As Moliere and Porthos disappeared, D'Artagnan drew near the bishop of Vannes, a proceeding which appeared particularly to disconcert him. "A dress for you, also, is it not, my friend?" Aramis smiled. "No," said he. "You will go to Vaux, however?" "I shall go, but without a new dress. You forget, dear D'Artagnan, that a poor bishop of Vannes is not rich enough to have new dresses for every fete."
"Well, Fleur-d'epine," asked Georges, "have we got them?" "Like a mouse in a trap; not one can re-enter Vannes, if you say the word." "I desire nothing better. How many are there?" "One hundred men, commanded by the general himself." "How many wagons?" "Seventeen." "When did they start?" "They must be about a mile and three-quarters from here." "What road have they taken?" "Grandchamp to Vannes."
Nothing more was needed to make Caragol regard him with the respect due to one born in a miraculous country. He made him describe many times the tomb of the saint, the only one in the transept of the cathedral, the moth-eaten tapestries that perpetuated his miracles, the silver bust which guarded his heart.... Furthermore, the principal portal of Vannes was called the gate of St.
"What! Vannes in Bretagne?" "Yes." The little man began to tear his hair, saying, "How can I get to Vannes from here by midday to-morrow? I am a lost man." "Your despair quite distresses me." "Vannes, Vannes!" cried Baisemeaux. "But listen; a bishop is not always a resident. M. d'Herblay may not possibly be so far away as you fear." "Pray tell me his address." "I really don't know it."
"And there is a fair sprinkling to be met with at Sarzeau and Vannes, I believe, your eminence?" "Yes; in fact all along the coast," said Aramis, quietly. "And now, how about the soldiers?" "Everything precisely the same, in a relative degree, you understand; the soldiers have plenty of wine, excellent provisions, and good pay." "Very good; so that "
Waldeaux was looking at Clara and her girls, who were watching her from the dock. They had come to Vannes when Lisa died, and had taken care of her and the baby until now. Frances had cried at leaving them, but George stood with his back to them moodily, looking down into the black water.
"Where is your master's diocese?" "Monseigneur Rene is bishop of Vannes." "Who had him nominated?" "Why, monsieur le surintendant, our neighbor." "What! Monsieur Fouquet?" "To be sure he did." "Is Aramis on good terms with him, then?" "Monseigneur preached every Sunday at the house of monsieur le surintendant at Vaux; then they hunted together." "Ah!"
In October King Edward himself set sail with a great army, and landing in Brittany early in November marched forward through the country and soon reduced Ploermel, Malestrail, Redon, and the rest of the province in the vicinity of Vannes, and then laid siege to that town.
Calverly thought that a raid might be made into the South where the main French power lay. Others spoke of an attack upon Vannes. To all these eager opinions Bambro' listened in a moody silence, which he broke at last by a fierce execration which drew a hushed attention from the company. "Say no more, fair sirs," he cried; "for indeed your words are like so many stabs in my heart.
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