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The Abbe replied with the same air: "Si vous conduisez ma brouette, Ne versez pas, beau postillon, Ton ton, ton ton, ton taine, ton ton." "Ah, Abbe, your songs will drive me mad!" said Fontrailles. "You've got airs ready for every event in life." "I will also find you events which shall go to all the airs," answered Gondi. "Faith, the air of these pleases me!" said Fontrailles, in an under voice.
"And how can he be anything else?" said Fontrailles. "If he were to take a resolution to-day in our favor it would be unfortunate." "Why so?" "Because we should be sure that to-morrow morning he would be against us." "Never mind," replied the Abbe; "the Queen is firm."
The Laubardemonts are a very ancient and very good family." "Adieu, then, noble Monsieur," said Cinq-Mars; go!" After having pressed the hand of Fontrailles, he sighed and disappeared in the wood, on his return to the chateau of Chambord.
"After, perhaps, not before," said Gaston, fixing his eyes upon Fontrailles more keenly than he had expected. The latter hesitated a moment. "Well, then, what would Monseigneur do should I tell him the names after which he could sign his?" "Ha! ha! this is amusing," answered the Prince, laughing; "know you not that above mine there are not many? I see but one."
"Yes, 'par la corbleu'!" said the newcomer, "for the Cardinalists will pass at three o'clock. Some one told us so just now." "Where are they going?" said Fontrailles. "There are more than two hundred of them to escort Monsieur de Chavigny, who is going to see the old cat at Narbonne, they say. They thought it safer to pass by the Louvre." "Well, we will give him a velvet paw!" said the Abbe.
"But I can no longer bear the cries of the people. Yes, I will help them; that is to say," continued the Prince, "so that my dignity is not compromised, and that my name does not appear in the matter." "Well, but it is precisely that which we want," exclaimed Fontrailles, a little more at his ease. "See, Monseigneur, there are already some names to put after yours, who will not fear to sign.
For myself, I am not proud; one must not be proud, whatever one's merit in one's profession. I must not touch the Cardinal; he's a morsel for a king!" "Nor any others," said the grand ecuyer. "Oh, let us have the Capuchin!" said Captain Jacques, urgently. "You are wrong if you refuse this office," said Fontrailles; "such things occur every day. Vitry began with Concini; and he was made a marechal.
He already began to approach them, turning his hair with his fingers, when Fontrailles and Montresor fortunately arrived in the dress of Swiss soldiers. A group of gentlemen, disguised as sailors, followed them with iron-shod staves in their hands. There was a paleness on their faces which announced no good. "Stop here!" said one of them to his suite; "this is the place."
"After, perhaps, not before," said Gaston, fixing his eyes upon Fontrailles more keenly than he had expected. The latter hesitated a moment. "Well, then, what would Monseigneur do should I tell him the names after which he could sign his?" "Ha! ha! this is amusing," answered the Prince, laughing; "know you not that above mine there are not many? I see but one."
All the men immediately released their hold, and ran into the wood; a burst of savage laughter was heard, and a man approached Cinq-Mars. "Amigo, do you not recognize me? 'Tis but a joke of Jacques, the Spanish captain." Fontrailles approached, and said in a low voice to the grand ecuyer: "Monsieur, this is an enterprising fellow; I would advise you to employ him. We must neglect no chance."
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