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You hand it over to me. That is all." "That is to say," answered D'Harmental, shaking his head, "that you wish to be free to loose the regent, if the regent offers you, for leaving him in France, twice as much as I offer you for taking him to Spain." "Perhaps," replied Roquefinette.
"Welcome, monsieur!" said the Cardinal de Polignac, in the unctuous tone habitual to him, and which contrasted so strangely with the coldness of his countenance. The Abbe Brigaud raised his head with a movement resembling that of a serpent, and fixed on D'Harmental two little eyes, brilliant as those of the lynx.
"Mademoiselle!" cried the duke, astonished, and turning toward Bathilde, who till then had remained hidden in the darkness, "and who is mademoiselle?" "A young girl who loves the Chevalier d'Harmental who is to be executed to-morrow, as you know, and whose pardon she wishes to ask from the regent." "You love the Chevalier d'Harmental, mademoiselle?" said the duke, addressing Bathilde.
He presented himself at La Fillon's with the same tranquillity as before, although many things were altered in his life since then, and having been, as before, received by the mistress of the house in person he inquired if Captain Roquefinette were visible. Without doubt La Fillon had expected a much less moral demand; for on recognizing D'Harmental, she could not repress a movement of surprise.
D'Harmental did not conceal from himself the difficulties of the situation; he had claimed for himself the honor of the enterprise; on him therefore rested all the responsibility and that responsibility was terrible.
D'Harmental and Valef threw a glance at the road; they saw Pompadour and D'Avranches leading into the depth of the wood the outrider, the two jockeys, the outrider's horse, and two of the carriage horses which they had unharnessed.
At length the solo ceased, and the chorus recommenced; but D'Harmental, insensible to all other thoughts, continued to follow the vanished notes. "Well, Monsieur d'Harmental," said the duchess, "are you so accessible to the charms of music that you forget that you are my cavalier?"
Of these four men, D'Harmental only knew the Marquis de Pompadour, whom he had often met at the house of Monsieur de Courcillon, his son-in-law, a distant relation of the D'Harmentals. When D'Harmental entered the room, Monsieur de Polignac, Monsieur de Malezieux, and Monsieur de Pompadour were standing talking at the fireplace, and the Abbe Brigaud was seated at a table classifying some papers.
Malezieux and D'Harmental were of the same opinion regarding the danger of the step; but they both declared the first from devotion, the second from a sense of duty that the more perilous the order was, the more honorable it would be to obey it.
I dreamed that I was arrested." "A good sign," said the Abbe Brigaud: "you know that dreams always go by contraries. All will go well." "Is there anything new?" asked D'Harmental. "And if there were, how would you receive it?" "I should be enchanted. A thing of this kind once undertaken, the sooner it is finished the better."
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