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Updated: June 8, 2025
There, a French valet, that inestimable valet, Jean Desmarais, sitting over a small fire, was watching the operations of a coffee-pot, and conversing, in a mutilated attempt at the language of our nation, though with the enviable fluency of his own, with the various loiterers who were beguiling the hours they were obliged to wait for an audience of the master himself, by laughing at the master's Gallic representative.
I might as well observe here that I had never intrusted Desmarais no, nor one of my own servants with the secret of my marriage with, or my visits to, Isora. I am a very fastidious person on those matters; and of all confidants, even in the most trifling affairs, I do most eschew those by whom we have the miserable honour of being served.
Could I believe my senses? the voice was that of Desmarais, whom I had left locked within the inner chamber of the tower! "Fly," he resumed, "fly instantly; you have not a moment to lose: already the stern Morton waits thee; already the hounds of justice are on thy track; tarry not for the pirates, but begone at once." "You rave, man! What mean you? the boats will be here immediately.
Fate is not to be resisted; and prayers are useless!" "Oswald," said I, "release your prisoner; wait here, and keep strict watch. Jean Desmarais, follow me!" I ascended the stairs, and Desmarais followed. "Now," I said, when he was alone with Gerald and myself, "your days are numbered: you will fall; not by my hand, but by that of the executioner.
I was dressing to go out upon a matter of business connected with the ceremony, and I then, as I received my hat from Desmarais, for the first time thought it requisite to acquaint that accomplished gentleman with the rite of the morrow.
I then sought Oswald, who, if a physical coward, was morally a ready, bustling, and prompt man; and I felt that I could rely more upon him than I could at that moment upon Gerald. I released him therefore of his charge, and made Desmarais a close prisoner in the inner apartment of the tower.
I repeat if this be one of thy inventions, thou wilt hang." "I have said what is true," said Desmarais, bitterly; "and were not life so very pleasant to me, I would sooner have met the rack." I made no reply; but, summoning Oswald, surrendered Desmarais to his charge.
John often speak of the strange doctrine to which Desmarais referred, "you are, then, a believer in the fatalism of Spinoza?" "No, Monsieur," said Desmarais, with a complacent smile, "my system is my own: it is composed of the thoughts of others; but my thoughts are the cords which bind the various sticks into a fagot."
Too well bred was Monsieur Desmarais to testify any other sentiment than pleasure at the news; and he received my orders and directions for the next day with more than the graceful urbanity which made one always feel quite honoured by his attentions. "And how goes on the philosophy?" said I: "faith, since I am about to be married, I shall be likely to require its consolations."
I learned then from Desmarais that you had taken away her and the dying father, that you had placed them in a safe and honourable home.
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