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Updated: June 4, 2025
Once that day Alixe said to me, breaking off as her story went on, "Oh, Robert, when I see what power I have to dissimulate for it is that, call it by what name you will when I see how I enjoy accomplishing against all difficulty, how I can blind even so skilled a diplomatist as Monsieur Doltaire, I almost tremble.
She understood. "Your jailer goes also," she answered, with a sad smile. "I love you! I love you!" I urged. She was very pale. "Oh, Robert!" she whispered timidly; and then, "I will be brave, I will help you, and I will not forget. God guard you." That was all, for Doltaire turned to me then and said, "They've made of La Friponne a torch to light you to the citadel, monsieur."
Therefore, about the time set for my execution, he began to close with the overtures of the Governor, and presently the two formed a confederacy against the Marquis de Montcalm. Into it they tried to draw Doltaire, and were surprised to find that he stood them off as to anything more than outward show of friendliness.
"Is there no Monsieur Doltaire?" said I. "He has a king's blood in his veins!" He looked sharply at me. "You are mocking," he replied. "No, no, that is no way, either. Monsieur Doltaire must never mate with daughter of mine. I will take care of that; the Church is a perfect if gentle jailer." I could bear it no longer. I knelt to him. I begged him to have pity on me.
Alixe was safe for a time, at least perhaps forever, thank God! from the approaches of Monsieur Doltaire. As I sped through the streets, I could not help but think of how he had kissed her hand as he fell, and I knew by this act, at such a time, that in very truth he loved her after his fashion. I came soon to the St.
"Doltaire, we looked for you at dinner," he said. "Was Captain Moray" nodding towards me "lost among the petticoats? He knows the trick of cup and saucer. Between the sip and click he sucked in secrets from our garrison a spy where had been a soldier, as we thought. You once wore a sword, Captain Moray eh?"
I wondered now and then if Doltaire were not really putting acid on the barber's bare nerves for some other purpose than mere general cruelty. Even as he would have understood the peasant's murder of King Louis, so he would have seen a logical end to a terrible game in Bigot's death at the hand of Voban.
And indeed, in spite of all the causes I had to hate Doltaire, it is but just to say he had by nature all the great gifts misused and disordered as they were. He was the product of his age; having no real moral sense, living life wantonly, making his own law of right or wrong. As a lad, I was taught to think the evil person carried evil in his face, repelling the healthy mind.
I started from my seat; we bowed, and, stretching out a hand to the fire, Doltaire said, "Ah, my Captain, we meet too seldom. Let me see: five months ah yes, nearly five months. Believe me, I have not breakfasted so heartily since. You are looking older older. Solitude to the active mind is not to be endured alone no." "Monsieur Doltaire is the surgeon to my solitude," said I.
Oh, how I scanned the faces of my judges, as they sat there watching me; some meanwhile throwing crumbs to fluttering birds that whirled round me, some stroking the ears of hounds that gaped at me, while the king's fool at first made mock at me, and the face of a man behind the king's chair smiled like Satan or Monsieur Doltaire!
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