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The brilliant eyes of the Italian flashed with triumphant scorn, and a smile of contemptuous irony curled her beautiful lip as she replied "These legal gentlemen will not have much difficulty in explaining my right to remain in my own house." "Your house?" "Precisely, sir," replied Mr. Quillet.
They could scarcely see each other, but found that the Abbe Quillet, seated between them, was there awaiting them. They could see through the little grating the shadow of his hood. Henri d'Effiat approached slowly; he was regulating, as it were, the remainder of his destiny.
Arrived an hour before her, with his old valet, he had found this open a certain and understood sign that the Abbe Quillet, his tutor, awaited him at the accustomed place. His care to prevent any surprise had made him remain himself to guard the entrance until the arrival of Marie. Delighted as he was at the punctuality of the good Abbe, he would still scarcely leave his post to thank him.
Do you mean Monsieur de Cinq-Mars?" "Very well, Monsieur, very well! you treat me as a Cardinalist; very well, we part," said the Abbe Quillet, now altogether furious.
"Now let him go," said a voice at the corner of the street; and at the same moment was heard the galloping of horses. "Grandchamp, wilt thou answer?" cried Cinq-Mars. "Help, Henri, my dear boy!" exclaimed the voice of the Abbe Quillet. "Whence come you? You endanger me," said the grand ecuyer, approaching him.
"Do not forget to take that of Poitiers, and to go to Loudun to see your old tutor, our good Abbe Quillet; he will give you useful advice about the court. He is on very good terms with the Duc de Bouillon; and besides, though he may not be very necessary to you, it is a mark of deference which you owe him."
Feeling that it was time to take a decided course, he advanced with his attendants, hat in hand, toward the group in black of whom we have spoken, and addressing him who appeared its chief member, said, "Monsieur, where can I find Monsieur l'Abbe Quillet?" At this name, all regarded him with an air of terror, as if he had pronounced that of Lucifer.
But on this occasion he appeared moved by the Italian song, and twisted his moustache, which was always with him a sign of embarrassment and distress. He even omitted a rough sound something like a laugh, and said: "Pretty enough, 'mordieu! that recalls to my mind the siege of Casal; but be silent, little one. I have not yet heard the Abbe Quillet come. This troubles me.
But at that moment the chamber door was opened, and the old Abbe Quillet appeared. "My children! my dear children!" exclaimed the old man, weeping bitterly. "Alas! why was I only permitted to enter to-day? Dear Henri, your mother, your brother, your sister, are concealed here." "Be quiet, Monsieur l'Abbe!" said Grandchamp; "do come to the terrace, Monseigneur."
In the precipitation of our measures, we also committed the fault of dispersing ourselves too much in the crowd, so that we could not take a sudden resolution. I was unfortunately stationed near the scaffold; and I saw our unfortunate friends advance to the foot of it, supporting the poor Abbe Quillet, who was destined to behold the death of the pupil whose birth he had witnessed.
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