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After the Bishop of Agra had left the town, Larochejaquelin and de Lescure went through the army, talking to the men, and they found them eager to renew the attack on the camp of Varin. Though Varin was nearly three leagues from them, and though they had been up nearly the whole previous night, they would willingly have returned to the attack that evening, had they been allowed to do so.
"But doesn't he get dreadfully knocked about by the guns and bullets?" asked one of the girls. "He doesn't matter that a pinch of snuff," said Louis. "No, not a pinch of snuff," said Jean. "Do you mind, Louis, how he leapt off his horse, and dashed through the trenches, that first night at Varin? wasn't it beautiful?" "You may say that, Jean," answered Louis; "it was beautiful.
After a moment, Mon. Andermatt approached Varin and, face to face, eye to eye, said: "Now, after all these years and when you have nothing more to fear, you can answer me candidly: What have you done with Louis Lacombe?" "What a question! AS if I knew anything about him!" "You do know! You and your brother were his constant companions, almost lived with him in this very house.
He read their motives, their bad ones especially, with the accuracy of a Mephistopheles, and with the same cold contempt for every trace of virtue. Varin was a cunning knave, he said, ambitious of the support of the Church; communing with his aunt, the Superior of the Ursulines, whom he deceived, and who was not without hope of himself one day rising to be Intendant.
Excuse my insistence, but it is absolutely necessary that I should know the truth. Did you write other letters?" "Yes," she replied, blushing. "And those letters came into the possession of the Varin brothers?" "Yes." "Does Mon. Andermatt know it?"
Varin filled his cup with an unsteady hand until it ran over, and propping his body against the table as he stood up, replied, "A toast for Ville Marie! and our friends in need! The blue caps of the Richelieu!"
Varin was beside himself. He trembled with rage; his eyes were bloodshot. "The money....the twenty thousand...." he stammered. "Impossible! I need it myself." "The money!" "Come, be reasonable, and don't get excited. It won't do you any good." Daspry seized his arm so forcibly, that Varin uttered a cry of pain. Daspry continued: "Now, you can go. The air will do you good.
He will explain not only why he concealed these facts at the time of the suicide of Etienne Varin, but also why he has never revealed the disappearance of the paper a fact well known to him. He will tell why, during the last six years, he paid spies to watch the movements of the Varin brothers. We expect from him, not only words, but acts. And at once. Otherwise "
"As he deserves to be, for his insult to the gentlemen of Beauce," insinuated Bigot, leaning over to his angry guest, at the same time winking good-humoredly to Varin. "Come, now, De Beauce, friends all, amantium irae, you know which is Latin for love and I will sing you a stave in praise of this good wine, which is better than Bacchus ever drank."
I think Bournan should not be our first object; but nevertheless, we must be prepared to meet at Varin the great body of the army; we must drive them from thence back into the town." "Yes," said Henri, "and follow them in, as we are driving them. The sight of their comrades in disorder will itself conquer the men in the citadel; it is always so with the blues."
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