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Come!" cried the latter, testily, his wine working in his brain. "Why stand you there, Monsieur L'as, gazing as though spellbound? Salute, sir, as I do, the chief gem of France, and her who is most fit to wear it!" John Law stood, as though he had not heard him speak.
"But I perceive it is Captain Mirabec. 'Twas I who got you your commission, as you may remember." "Is it so?" replied the other, with a grin. "I have no recollection. Since you are Jean L'as, the late director-general, the pity is I did not let the people kill you. You are the cause of the ruin of us all, the cause of my own ruin. Three days more, and I had been a major-general.
Do you not see that Monsieur L'as is not with us?" "Eh bien?" "And were he not surely with us at such time, unless ?" "Oh, assurément!" replied Pierre Noir. "Jean Breboeuf, aid me in taking the boat back to our camp in the woods." Now came the rain. Not in steady and even downpour, not with intermittent showers, but in a sidelong, terrifying torrent, drenching, biting, cutting in its violence.
In some way the rumor spread about that Monsieur L'as was philosophique; that the Banque Générale was founded upon "philosophy." It was catch-word sufficient for the time. "Vive Jean L'as, le philosophe Monsieur L'as, he who has saved France!" So rang the cry of the shallow-witted people of an age splendid even in its contradictions.
"I regret that you do not have your way in planning for me a surprise. Yet I must say to you, that I have already met this lady." "What?" cried the regent. "You have met her? Impossible! Incredible! How, Monsieur L'as? We will admit you wizard enough, and owner of the philosopher's stone owner of anything you like, except this secret of mine own.
I go or stay, as it shall please the others. There is always the one trail over which one does not return." "And you, Pierre?" "I stay by my friends," replied Pierre Noir, briefly. "And you, Monsieur L'as?" asked Du Mesne. Law raised his head with the old-time determination. "My friends," said he, "we have elected to come into this country and take its conditions as we find them.
"Is not this the residence of Monsieur Law?" The officer saluted, and the few loiterers gave back and made room, as she stepped fully into the street and advanced with decision towards those whom she saw. "Madam," replied the Swiss, "this is the residence of Monsieur L'as, and this is Monsieur L'as himself. I fear he is taken suddenly ill." The lady stepped quickly to his side.
When I came out of the cookshop, the night was black. At the corner of the Rue des Ecrivains I heard a fat and deep voice singing: "Si ton honneur elle est perdue La bell', c'est tu l'as bien voulu."
You are too keen, Monsieur L'as, too keen to see my new discovery. Not for a little time shall I take the risk of introducing this fair friend to one so dangerous as yourself; but one of these times, my very good friend, if you can secure for me this diamond, you shall come to a very little supper, and see where for a time I shall place this gem, as you say, on the brow of beauty.
True, there have been some discoveries in this valley, but nothing thorough. 'Tis but recent the thing hath been done thorough." The Prince de Conti sat back in his chair and drew a long breath. "If these things be true," said he, "then this Monsieur L'as is not so bad a leader to follow." "But listen!" exclaimed Varenne once more.
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