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"Yes," said Valef, "that spoils it." "And you have not any idea what it could be?" "Not the least; but never mind, it is not lost, we shall know some day." At this moment they heard some one coming up the staircase. The door opened, and Boniface appeared. "Pardon, Monsieur Raoul," said he, "but it is not you I seek, it is Father Brigaud." "Never mind, my dear Boniface, you are welcome.
Indeed, from that time she knew all: that Raoul had been interrogated, and that he had taken everything on himself; then the day following she learned that he had been confronted with Laval, Valef, and Pompadour, but that interview had produced nothing.
But, having arrived at the cross-roads, D'Harmental noticed a singular circumstance, a sort of wall seemed to close all the roads; something was happening. D'Harmental stopped the carriage, and wished to return by the road he had come down, but a similar wall had closed behind him. At that instant he heard the voices of Laval and Valef crying: "We are surrounded, save yourself!"
I do not know, my dear chevalier," replied Pompadour, "and I am as astonished as you are. I have just returned from Normandy myself." "Ah! you also have just arrived?" "This instant I asked the same question of Laval, but he has just arrived from Switzerland, and knows no more than we do." At this moment the Baron de Valef was announced. "Ah, pardieu! now we shall know," continued Pompadour.
They had arrested successively Laval, Pompadour, and Valef, and had taken them to the Bastille, but they knew that they might rely upon the chevalier; and, as the situation in which they found themselves had been foreseen, and it had been agreed what each should say, they all entirely denied any knowledge of the affair, confessing associations with Monsieur and Madame de Maine, but saying that those associations were confined to a respectful friendship.
"What, prince!" cried the cardinal. "I say that his majesty is of the same opinion as your eminence, and has sent me this letter, which is the complement of the letter which the Baron de Valef has." "Then nothing is wanting," cried Madame de Maine. "We want Bayonne," said the Prince de Cellamare; "Bayonne, the door of France." At this moment D'Avranches entered, announcing the Duc de Richelieu.
"Why, my dear abbe, how you throw the helve after the hatchet!" "But, Valef, you have not told us how it happened," said D'Harmental. "My dear chevalier, imagine the most ridiculous thing in the world. I wish you had been there: we should have laughed fit to kill ourselves. It would have enraged that fellow Dubois." "What! was Dubois himself at the ambassador's?" "In person, abbe.
His hat, that thermometer by which his friends could tell the secret state of its master's finances, and which, on his fortunate days was placed as straight on his head as a pyramid on its base, had recovered that miraculous inclination which had so struck the Baron de Valef, and thanks to which, one of the points almost touched his right shoulder, while the parallel one might forty years later had given Franklin, if Franklin had known the captain, the first idea of his electric kite.
"Let us go," said Valef, dismounting and throwing the reins to D'Harmental's valet, "for if they arrive at the rendezvous while we stand gossiping here, it will appear as though we had kept them waiting." "You are right," said D'Harmental; and, dismounting, he advanced toward the entrance of the wood, followed by his two companions.
"On the contrary," said Pompadour; "in consequence of that very failure, it will be supposed that we have abandoned it." "And the proof is," said Valef, "that the regent, on this head, takes fewer precautions than ever.
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