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"That is M. Broussel's affair; and, mademoiselle, the marches are long in Poitou." She gave him no answer, but, as it were, resigning herself to the present, went up to her horse, accepting only the assistance of the groom to mount. When all was ready Montluc called me aside, and we stood together for a moment on the wide steps.
Is it possible, gentlemen, that a grandchild of Henri the Great, that a senator of M. Broussel's age and probity, and that the Coadjutor of Paris should be so much as suspected of being concerned in a sedition raised by a hot-brained fool, at the head of fifteen of the vilest of the mob? I am fully persuaded it would be scandalous for me to insist longer on this subject.
Is it you that Monsieur le Vicomte has to thank for his life?" I did not answer; but De Ganache began to speak as one defending himself: "I do thank him; but when I told you of this I did not know Monsieur Broussel's name, Diane." "All this does not concern the matter," I cut in. "What mademoiselle has to decide is whether she will go on to Paris or not. Which shall it be?" And I faced her.
"I want to go into Master Broussel's house, captain," replied Friquet, in that wheedling way the "gamins" of Paris know so well how to assume when necessary. "And on what floor does he live?" asked Comminges. "In the whole house," said Friquet; "the house belongs to him; he occupies the second floor when he works and descends to the first to take his meals; he must be at dinner now; it is noon."
He was trembling all over, and made quite an absurd appearance, and presently the Parliament men appeared again, carrying huge sealed letters; Broussel's was borne by his nephew in triumph. We could hear the Vivas! With which the people greeted them, as the promise of restoration was made known.
Is it possible, gentlemen, that a grandchild of Henri the Great, that a senator of M. Broussel's age and probity, and that the Coadjutor of Paris should be so much as suspected of being concerned in a sedition raised by a hot-brained fool, at the head of fifteen of the vilest of the mob? I am fully persuaded it would be scandalous for me to insist longer on this subject.
"No, don't be alarmed; but where did you get all these details?" "From a good source, sir; I heard it from Friquet." "From Friquet? I know that name " "A son of Monsieur de Broussel's servant, and a lad that, I promise you, in a revolt will not give away his share to the dogs." "Is he not a singing boy at Notre Dame?" asked D'Artagnan. "Yes, that is the very boy; he's patronized by Bazin."
A monstrous alliance between King and people. The Queen keeping the Bastille in the hands of Broussel's son the highest posts bestowed upon the magistrates a reversal, in fact, of everything. Did not the French nobility rise to a man against such a state of things? No, everything was at a standstill.
On his return home the coadjutor was informed that a young man had come in after his departure and was waiting for him; he started with delight when, on demanding the name of this young man, he learned that it was Louvieres. He hastened to his cabinet. Broussel's son was there, still furious, and still bearing bloody marks of his struggle with the king's officers.
"My children," he said, "this is the Marechal de la Meilleraie, as to whose intentions you have been deceived and who pledges himself, on returning to the Louvre, to demand of the queen, in your name, our Broussel's release. You pledge yourself to that, marshal?" added Gondy, turning to La Meilleraie. "Morbleu!" cried the latter, "I should say that I do pledge myself to it!
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