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"That ignorance may be your excuse. But now that you know " Arsenio shrugged his shoulders. "Now that I know, I, had best have a care of my soul and look about me for other employment." "Alas!" sighed Arsenio; "it is none so easy to find." Garnache looked at him. Garnache began to have in his luck a still greater faith than hitherto.
Rodin continued: "In consequence of the state of the public mind in certain parts of Italy, where sundry agitators have turned their eyes in the direction of France, Father Arsenio writes from Milan, that it would be of importance to distribute profusely in that country, some little book, in which the French would be represented as impious and debauched, rapacious and bloody."
But Arsenio was after him and had fastened again upon his arm, detaining him. "You fool!" said he; "you'd not refuse this fortune?" "It would mean treachery," whispered Garnache. "That is bad," the other agreed, and his face fell. But remembering what Garnache had said, he was quick to brighten again. "Is it to these folk here at Condillac?" he asked. Garnache nodded.
These were questions to which it imported him to have the answers. He must know what letters the fellow brought. The knowledge might guide him now; might even cause him to alter the plans he had formed. He stood in thought whilst, unheeded by him, Arsenio prattled at his elbow.
The Captain will never let us go," said Arsenio, in an ill-humour. "On the night that you are of the watch, Arsenio, we will depart together without asking the Captain's leave. You shall open the postern when I come to join you here in the courtyard." "But what of the man at the door yonder?"
With a hurried excuse to Arsenio he moved away, and, looking round to see that he was unobserved, he was on the point of making his way to the gallery when suddenly he checked himself. What went he there to do? To play the spy? To become fellow to the lackey who listens at keyholes? Ah, no! That was something no service could demand of him.
Monsieur de Garnache was pleased with the issue of his little affair with Arsenio. "Mademoiselle," he told Valerie that evening, "I was right to have faith in my luck, right to believe that the tide of it is flowing. All we need now is a little patience; everything has become easy." It was the hour of supper. Valerie was at table in her anteroom, and "Battista" was in attendance.
Rodin continued: "In consequence of the state of the public mind in certain parts of Italy, where sundry agitators have turned their eyes in the direction of France, Father Arsenio writes from Milan, that it would be of importance to distribute profusely in that country, some little book, in which the French would be represented as impious and debauched, rapacious and bloody."
The sight and touch of the gold convinced Arsenio that the thing was no dream. He told Garnache that he believed he would be on guard-duty on the night of the following Wednesday this was Friday and so for Wednesday next they left the execution of their plans unless, meantime, a change should be effected in the disposition of the sentries.
Look, I would die for you if there should come the need! Body of Bacchus! I would. I am like that when I love a man." Garnache patted his shoulder. "You are a good fellow, Arsenio." "And you will speak for me?" "But you do not know the nature of the service," said Garnache. "You may refuse it when it is definitely offered you." "Refuse fifty pistoles?
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