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"That's what I'm thinking," said Passepoil. Cocardasse groaned. "What will Lagardere say?" "Well, we did our best," Passepoil sighed. Cocardasse groaned again. "What's the good, if we didn't do what he wanted?" "Where shall we find him?" asked Passepoil. Cocardasse consulted the watch which he owed to the bounty of the Prince de Gonzague. "He will be here at midnight. It is nearly that now.
It was not for them, and they knew it, to display such knowledge of the great world as might be aired by Cocardasse and Passepoil, and when Cocardasse spoke with so much significance about the thrust of Nevers, and questioned them with so much insistence about the thrust of Nevers, it was plain that he spoke from the brimmings of a wisdom richer than their own.
Cocardasse laid a whimsical finger to the side of his jolly, tropical nose and grinned impishly. "We know what we know, Monsieur Peyrolles," he said, urbanely.
Then he turned to his followers: "My enemy makes merry to-night. I think I shall take the edge off his merriment by-and-by. But the trick has its risks, and we hazard our lives. Would you like to leave the game? I can play it alone." Cocardasse answered with his favorite salute: "I am with you in this if it ends in the gallows." Passepoil commented: "That's my mind."
The world laughed at me, but I laughed at the world, and I won my wish." "Just think of it!" said Cocardasse. "Henri de Lagardere, a gentleman born, without a decent relative, without a decent friend, without a penny, making his livelihood as a strolling player in the booth of a mountebank." While Cocardasse was speaking, Lagardere seemed to listen like a man in a dream.
"This," said the bigger of the black dominos, and his voice was the voice of Cocardasse "this must be the Fountain of Diana." The second of the black dominos pointed to the statue shining in the many-tinted water, and spoke with the voice of Passepoil: "There's some such poor heathen body." The woman in the rose-pink domino turned to Cocardasse and asked: "Is Henri here?"
There was a moment's silence, and then Cocardasse observed: "I'm afraid of just two men in the world." "The same with me," added Passepoil, humbly. Cocardasse resumed his interrupted speech: "And one of them is Louis de Nevers." Staupitz's puzzled, angry face travelled round the room, ranging over the Gascon, the Norman, the Spaniard, the Portuguese, the Biscayan, the Breton, and the hunchback.
The man in black and the man in many colors each clapped a hand to a sword-hilt, only to withdraw it instantly and extend it in sign of amicable greeting. "Passepoil!" cried the man in many colors. "Cocardasse!" cried the man in black. "To my arms, brother, to my arms!" cried Cocardasse, and in a moment the amazing pair were clasped in each other's embrace.
Further, it would mean the postponing, probably the abandonment, of their enterprise against Nevers, which would be much worse. Cocardasse plucked the Norman to him with a strong finger and thumb, and whispered in his ear: "Get the boys away and shift the keys."
I had neither kin nor friends nor pence, nothing but a stout heart and a sense of humor. That is why I came to your academy, old rogues." Cocardasse was reminiscent. "Faith, you looked droll enough, with your pale face and your shabby clothes. 'I want to be a soldier, says you; 'I want to use the sword." Lagardere nodded. "That was my stubborn law.
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