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I will borrow it from Gorenflot, and give it to him again when I return." And he quietly put it on under his doublet. He had just finished when Borromée entered. Chicot pretended to be admiring the arms. "Is monsieur seeking some arms to suit him?" asked Borromée. "I! mon Dieu! what do I want with arms?" "You use them so well."
"Their names?" asked the king. "Firstly, a fanatic preacher; I gave ten thousand livres for his name." "Very well." "A monk called Gorenflot." "Poor devil!" said Chicot. "Gorenflot?" said the king, writing down the name; "afterwards " "Oh!" said the chancellor, with hesitation, "that is all." And he looked round as if to say, "If your majesty were alone, you should hear more."
"It would be odd," thought he, "if Gorenflot should refuse 100 crowns to the friend through whom he was appointed prior to the Jacobins. But this letter of the king's. I must go and fetch it. But these Joyeuses are in truth capable of burning my house down some night, to attract the lady to her window: and my 1,000 crowns! really, I think it would be better to hide them in the ground.
"Pardon, my father," said Gorenflot, timidly, "but I do not understand. Of what sally do you speak?" "Of yours last night." "Out of the convent?" "No; in it. I am as good a Catholic as you, but your audacity frightened me." Gorenflot was puzzled. "Was I audacious?" asked he. "More than that rash." "Alas! you must pardon me, my father. I will endeavor to correct myself."
For that price you are to keep perfect silence as to what you have to do this night. To you, Rosalie, I will secure ten thousand francs, which will not be paid to you till your wedding day, and on condition of your marrying Gorenflot; but, to get married, you must hold your tongue. If not, no wedding gift! "'Rosalie, said Madame de Merret, 'come and brush my hair.
"Indeed; two bottles are reasonable, and if you eat no meat with it, your confessor will have nothing to reproach you with." "Oh, of course not; meat on a Friday in Lent!" And going to the larder, he drew out a fine capon. "What are you doing, brother?" said Gorenflot, following his movements with interest. "You see I am taking this carp." "Carp!" cried Gorenflot.
Then, by the light of the fire which still smouldered, he wrapped Gorenflot once more in his frock, which he accomplished without eliciting any other signs of wakefulness than a few grunts, and afterwards making a pillow of the table-cloth and napkins, lay down to sleep by his side.
"Give me a few drops more, and I will tell you." Chicot filled his glass. He drank it off, and then said, "1561." "Right," cried Claude Boutromet, "it was 1561." "Brother Gorenflot," cried Chicot, "they have beatified men at Rome who were worth less than you." "A little habit," said Gorenflot, modestly. "And talent; for I flatter myself I have the habit, and I could not do it.
Oh! the Holy Union." Gorenflot groaned. "I am a somnambulist," he said. "What does that mean?" "It means, that with me mind is stronger than matter; so that while the body sleeps, the spirit wakes, and sometimes is so powerful that it forces the body to obey."
"I do not know; I feel half mad, and my stomach is empty." "You spoke of traveling." "Yes, the holy prior sends me." "Where to?" "Wherever I like." "I also am traveling, and will take you with me." Gorenflot looked bewildered. "Well! do you accept?" continued Chicot. "Accept! I should think so. But have you money to travel with?" "Look," said Chicot, drawing out his purse.
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