MONSEIGNEUR, WE ARE BRETONS.
Gaston remained in the room on the ground-floor, and dressed himself
carefully, as we have said, while Tapin continued his apprenticeship. By
the evening he knew how to measure a pint as well as his predecessor,
and even better; for he thought that in the compensation which would be
given to Bourguignon, waste would be considered, and that therefore the
less waste the better; so the morning's customer on her return got badly
served, and went off disgusted.
When his toilet was finished, Gaston began to inspect La Jonquiere's
library, and found it composed of three sets of books: theatrical books,
obscene books, and arithmetical books.
While he was thus engaged a man entered, introduced by Tapin, who went
out directly, and left him alone with Gaston. The man announced that
Captain La Jonquiere, not being able to return, had sent him in his
stead. Gaston demanding proof, the man showed a letter in the same terms
and the same writing as the specimen Gaston had received, and then the
half coin, after which Gaston made no difficulty as to following him,
and both got into a carefully closed carriage. They crossed the
Pont-Neuf, and, in the Rue du Bac, stopped at the courtyard of a
pavilion; then the man drew from his pocket the paper bearing the
chevalier's name as the third signal of recognition.
Gaston and his companion alighted, ascended the four steps of the
doorway, and entered a large circular corridor surrounding the pavilion.
Gaston looked round and saw that his guide had disappeared, and that he
was alone.
His heart beat quickly. He was about to face, not the tool, but the
master and originator of the whole plot, the representative of a king;
he was to play a kingdom against a kingdom.
A bell sounded within.
Gaston almost trembled. He looked in a glass and saw that he was pale; a
thousand new ideas assailed him; the door opened, and La Jonquiere
appeared.
"Come, chevalier," said he, "we are expected."
Gaston advanced with a firm step.
They found a man seated in an armchair, his back turned to the door. A
single light, placed on a table and covered with a shade, lighted only
the lower part of his body; his head and shoulders were in shadow.
Gaston thought the face noble, and understood at once that this was a
man of worth, and no La Jonquiere. The mouth was benevolent and the eyes
large, bold, and firm, like those of a king or a bird of prey; deep
thought was written on his brow, prudence and some degree of firmness in
the lower part of the face; all this, however, in the half-darkness, and
in spite of the Mechlin cravat.
"At least this is an eagle," thought he, "the other was but a raven."
Gaston bowed silently, and the unknown, rising, went and leaned against
the chimney.
"Monsieur is the person of whom I spoke to your excellency," said La
Jonquiere, "M. le Chevalier Gaston de Chanlay."
The unknown bowed silently.
"Mordieu!" whispered Dubois in his ear, "if you do not speak he will not
say anything."
"This gentleman comes from Bretagne, I believe," said the duke, coldly.
"Yes, monsieur; but will your excellency pardon me. Captain la Jonquiere
has told my name, but I have not been told yours. Excuse my rudeness,
monseigneur; it is not I who speak, it is my province, which sends me."
"You are right, monsieur," said La Jonquiere, quickly, taking from a
portfolio on the table a paper, at the bottom of which was a large
signature with the seal of the king of Spain.
"Here is the name," said he.
"Duc d'Olivares," read Gaston.
Then turning to him, he bowed respectfully.
"And now, monsieur," said the duke, "you will not, I presume, hesitate
to speak."
"I thought I had first to listen," said Gaston, still on the defensive.
"True: but, remember, it is a dialogue; each one speaks in turn."
"Monseigneur, you do me too much honor, and I will set the example of
confidence."
"I listen, monsieur."
"Monseigneur, the states of Bretagne--"
"The malcontents of Bretagne," interrupted the regent smiling, in spite
of a sign from Dubois.
"The malcontents are so numerous," replied Gaston, "that they may be
considered the representatives of the province: however, I will employ
the word your excellency points out; the malcontents of Bretagne have
sent me to you, monseigneur, to learn the intentions of Spain in this
affair."
"First let us learn those of Bretagne."
"Monseigneur, Spain may count on us; we pledge our word, and Breton
loyalty is proverbial."
"But what do you promise?"
"To second the efforts of the French nobility."
"But are you not French?"
"Monseigneur, we are Bretons. Bretagne, reunited to France by a treaty,
may look on herself as separated from the moment when France no longer
respects the rights of that treaty."
"Yes, I know; the old story of Anne de Bretagne's contract. It is a long
time since that contract was signed, monsieur."
The false La Jonquiere pushed the regent violently.
"What matter," said Gaston, "if each one of us has it by heart?"