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"My friend," he said, "here is a message from Bareilles." "How?" I exclaimed. "A message? For whom?" "For you," he said; "the man is here." "But how did Bareilles know that I was coming?" I asked. Parabere's confusion furnished me with the answer before he spoke. "Do not be angry, my friend," he said. "I wanted to do Bareilles a good turn.
It remains for me only to add here that Bareilles was not of them. He escaped a fate he richly deserved by flying betimes with Bassignac to Sedan. Of his ultimate fate I know nothing; but a week after my return to the Arsenal, a man called on me who turned out to be the astrologer. I gave him fifty crowns.
I forgot, while I avowed these things, that one weakness of Parabere's character which rendered him unable to believe evil of anyone. Even of Bareilles, though the two were the merest acquaintances, he could only think indulgently, because, forsooth, he too was a Protestant. He began to defend him therefore, and, seeing how the ground lay, after a time I let the matter drop.
Gentlemen, I have not the honour of knowing you, but here are places." And we supped; but not all with the same appetite. Bareilles, silent, despairing, a prey to the bitterest remorse, sat low in his chair, and, if I read his face aright, had no thought but of vengeance.
He slunk to a table in a corner where there was ink, and scrawled it. I took it from his hand, and, giving it to Boisrueil, "Take it," I said, "and the three men on the landing, and see the order carried out. When it is over, come and tell me." He took the order and disappeared, La Font after him. I remained in the room with Parabere, Bareilles, and the dicers.
"The same," he answered. "Very well," I replied. "You have heard my terms." He stood clutching the table, and in the bright light of the candles that burned on it his face was horrible. Still he managed to speak. "M. le Capitaine, call four men," he muttered. "Monsieur?" the Captain answered. "Call four men four of your men," Bareilles repeated with an effort.
The Captain turned and went downstairs in amazement, returning immediately after with four troopers at his heels. Bareilles' face was ghastly. "Take M. le Capitaine's sword," he said to them. The Captain's jaw fell, and, stepping back a pace, he looked from one to another.
I took up a glass, filled it, and drank it off. "Now I am better!" I said. "But this is not the warmest of welcomes, M. de Bareilles." He muttered something, looking fearfully from one to another of us; and, his hand shaking, filled a glass and pledged me.
The minutes passed slowly, no one speaking; Bareilles standing with his head sunk on his breast, and a look of utter despair on his countenance. At length Boisrueil and La Font returned. The former nodded. "Very well," I said. "Then let us sup, gentlemen. Come, M. de Bareilles, your place is at the head of the table. Parabere, sit here.
"Ten to one this is the very band that Bareilles is pursuing," he said. "Very likely," I answered bluntly; "but the question is how are we to evade them. Are we to fight or fly?" "Well, for lighting," he replied coolly; "the front gate lies in the road, there are no shutters to half the windows, the door is crazy, and there is a thatched pent-house against one wall."
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