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Under the Red Robe ............................................................................................................................................1

Stanley Weyman......................................................................................................................................1

There were a score round us when the fool, little knowing the man with whom he had to deal, and as little

how to lose like a gentleman, flung the words in my teeth. He thought, I'll be sworn, that I should storm and

swear and ruffle it like any common cock of the hackle. But that was never Gil de Berault's way. For a few

seconds after he had spoken I did not even look at him. I passed my eye insteadsmiling, BIEN

ENTENDUround the ring of waiting faces, saw that there was no one except De Pombal I had cause to

fear; and then at last I rose and looked at the fool with the grim face I have known impose on older and wiser

'Marked cards, M. l'Anglais?' I said, with a chilling sneer. 'They are used, I am told, to trap playersnot

'Yet I say that they are marked!' he replied hotly, in his queer foreign jargon. 'In my last hand I had nothing.

'Monsieur is easy to swindlewhen he plays with a mirror behind him,' I answered tartly.

At that there was a great roar of laughter, which might have been heard in the street, and which brought to the

table everyone in the eatinghouse whom his voice had not already attracted. But I did not relax my face. I

waited until all was quiet again, and then waving aside two or three who stood between us and the entrance, I

'There is a little space behind the church of St Jacques, M. l'Etranger,' I said, putting on my hat and taking my

I thought the matter arranged, when the Marquis laid his hand on the young fellow's arm and checked him.

'This must not be,' he said, turning from him to me with his grand, finegentleman's air. 'You know me, M.

'Too far! M. de Pombal,' I answered bitterly. 'Still, if you wish to take your friend's place, I shall raise no

'Chut, man!' he retorted, shrugging his shoulders negligently. 'I know you, and I do not fight with men of your

'Undoubtedly,' I replied, bowing low, 'if he prefers to be caned in the streets.'

'De Berault, if you please,' I objected, eyeing him sternly. 'My family has borne the DE as long as yours, M.

He could not deny that, and he answered, 'As you please;' at the same time restraining his friend by a gesture.

'But none the less,' he continued, 'take my advice. The Cardinal has forbidden duelling, and this time he

means it! You have been in trouble once and gone free. A second time it may fare worse with you. Let this

gentleman go, therefore, M. de Berault. Besideswhy, shame upon you, man!' he exclaimed hotly; 'he is but

Two or three who stood behind me applauded that, But I turned and they met my eye; and they were as mum

'His age is his own concern,' I said grimly. 'He was old enough a while ago to insult me.'

'And I will prove my words!' the lad cried, exploding at last. He had spirit enough, and the Marquis had had

hard work to restrain him so long. 'You do me no service, M. de Pombal,' he continued, pettishly shaking off

his friend's hand. 'By your leave, this gentleman and I will settle this matter.'

'That is better,' I said, nodding drily, while the Marquis stood aside, frowning and baffled. 'Permit me to lead

Zaton's eatinghouse stands scarcely a hundred paces from St Jacques la Boucherie, and half the company

went thither with us. The evening was wet, the light in the streets was waning, the streets themselves were

dirty and slippery. There were few passers in the Rue St Antoine; and our party, which earlier in the day must

have attracted notice and a crowd, crossed unmarked, and entered without interruption the paved triangle

which lies immediately behind the church. I saw in the distance one of the Cardinal's guard loitering in front

of the scaffolding round the new Hotel Richelieu; and the sight of the uniform gave me pause for a moment.

The Englishman began at once to strip off his clothes. I closed mine to the throat, for the air was chilly. At

that moment, while we stood preparing, and most of the company seemed a little inclined to stand off from

me, I felt a hand on my arm, and turning, saw the dwarfish tailor at whose house, in the Rue Savonnerie, I

lodged at the time. The fellow's presence was unwelcome, to say the least of it; and though for want of better

company I had sometimes encouraged him to be free with me at home, I took that to be no reason why I

should be plagued with him before gentlemen. I shook him off, therefore, hoping by a frown to silence him.

He was not to be so easily put down, however, and perforce I had to speak to him.

'For God's sake, don't, sir!' the poor fool cried, clinging to my sleeve. 'Don't do it! You will bring a curse on

'You, too!' I exclaimed,losing patience. 'Be silent, you scum! What do you know about gentlemen's quarrels?

'But the Cardinal!' he cried in a quavering voice. 'The Cardinal, M. de Berault! The last man you killed is not

'Leave me, do you hear?' I hissed. The fellow's impudence passed all bounds. It was as bad as his croaking.

'Begone!' I added. 'I suppose you are afraid that he will kill me, and you will lose your money.'

Frison fell back at that almost as if I had struck him, and I turned to my adversary, who had been awaiting my

motions with impatience. God knows he did look young as he stood with his head bare and his fair hair

drooping over his smooth woman's foreheada mere lad fresh from the college of Burgundy, if they have

such a thing in England. I felt a sudden chill as I looked at him: a qualm, a tremor, a presentiment. What was

it the little tailor had said? That I shouldbut there, he did not know. What did he know of such things? If I

let this pass I must kill a man a day, or leave Paris and the eatinghouse, and starve.

'A thousand pardons,' I said gravely, as I drew and took my place. 'A dun. I am sorry that the poor devil

He saluted and we crossed swords and began. But from the first I had no doubt what the result would be. The

slippery stones and fading light gave him, it is true, some chance, some advantage, more than he deserved;

but I had no sooner felt his blade than I knew that he was no swordsman. Possibly he had taken halfadozen

lessons in rapier art, and practised what he learned with an Englishman as heavy and awkward as himself.

But that was all. He made a few wild clumsy rushes, parrying widely. When I had foiled these, the danger

I played with him a little while, watching the sweat gather on his brow and the shadow of the church tower

fall deeper and darker, like the shadow of doom, on his face. Not out of cruelty God knows I have never

erred in that direction!but because, for the first time in my life, I felt a strange reluctance to strike the

blow. The curls clung to his forehead; his breath came and went in gasps; I heard the men behind me and one

or two of them drop an oath; and then I slippedslipped, and was down in a moment on my right side, my

He held off. I heard a dozen voices cry, 'Now! now you have him!' But he held off. He stood back and waited

with his breast heaving and his point lowered, until I had risen and stood again. on my guard.

'Enough! enough!' a rough voice behind me cried. 'Don't hurt the man after that.'

'On guard, sir!' I answered coldlyfor he seemed to waver, and be in doubt. 'It was an accident. It shall not

Several voices cried 'Shame!' and one, 'You coward!' But the Englishman stepped forward, a fixed look in his

blue eyes. He took his place without a word. I read in his drawn white face that he had made up his mind to

the worst, and his courage so won my admiration that I would gladly and thankfully have set one of the

lookersonany of the lookersonin his place; but that could not be. So I thought of Zaton's closed to

me, of Pombal's insult, of the sneers and slights I had long kept at the sword's point; and, pressing him

suddenly in a heat of affected anger, I thrust strongly over his guard, which had grown feeble, and ran him

When I saw him lying, laid out on the stones with his eyes half shut, and his face glimmering white in the

dusknot that I saw him thus long, for there were a dozen kneeling round him in a twinklingI felt an

unwonted pang. It passed, however, in a moment. For I found myself confronted by a ring of angry faces

of men who, keeping at a distance, hissed and cursed and threatened me, calling me Black Death and the

They were mostly canaille, who had gathered during the fight, and had viewed all that passed from the farther

side of the railings. While some snarled and raged at me like wolves, calling me 'Butcher!' and 'Cutthroat!'

or cried out that Berault was at his trade again, others threatened me with the vengeance of the Cardinal,

flung the edict in my teeth, and said with glee that the guard were comingthey would see me hanged yet.

'His blood is on your head!' one cried furiously. 'He will be dead in an hour. And you will swing for him!

'No; to your kennel!' I replied, with a look which sent him a yard backwards, though the railings were

between us. And I wiped my blade carefully, standing a little apart. Forwell, I could understand itit was

one of those moments when a man is not popular. Those who had come with me from the eatinghouse eyed

me askance, and turned their backs when I drew nearer; and those who had joined us and obtained admission

But I was not to be outdone in SANG FROID. I cocked my hat, and drawing my cloak over my shoulders,

went out with a swagger which drove the curs from the gate before I came within a dozen paces of it. The

rascals outside fell back as quickly, and in a moment I was in the street. Another moment and I should have

been clear of the place and free to lie by for a whilewhen, without warning, a scurry took place round me.

The crowd fled every way into the gloom, and in a handturn a dozen of the Cardinal's guards closed round

'This is a bad business, M. de Berault,' he said. 'The man is dead they tell me.'

'Neither dying nor dead,' I answered lightly. 'If that be all you may go home again.'

'With you,' he replied, with a grin, 'certainly. And as it rains, the sooner the better. I must ask you for your

'Take it,' I said, with the philosophy which never deserts me. 'But the man will not die.'

'I hope that may avail you,' he answered in a tone I did not like. 'Left wheel, my friends! To the Chatelet!

'There are worse places,' I said, and resigned myself to fate. After all, I had been in a prison before, and

But when I found that my friend's orders were to hand me over to the watch, and that I was to be confined

like any common jailbird caught cutting a purse or slitting a throat, I confess my heart sank. If I could get

speech with the Cardinal, all would probably be well; but if I failed in this, or if the case came before him in

strange guise, or if he were in a hard mood himself, then it might go ill with me. The edict said, death!

And the lieutenant at the Chatelet did not put himself to much trouble to hearten me. 'What! again M. de

Berault?' he said, raising his eyebrows as he received me at the gate, and recognised me by the light of the

brazier which his men were just kindling outside. 'You are a very bold man, or a very foolhardy one, to come

'Yes, but he is not dead,' I answered coolly. 'He has a trifle a mere scratch. It was behind the church of St

'He looked dead enough, my friend,' the guardsman interposed. He had not yet left us.

'Bah!' I answered scornfully. 'Have you ever known me make a mistake When I kill a man I kill him. I put

myself to pains, I tell you, not to kill this Englishman. Therefore he will live.'

'I hope so,' the lieutenant said, with a dry smile. 'And you had better hope so, too, M. de Berault, For if not'

'I fear he will be the last man you will fight,' he answered. 'And even if he lives, I would not be too sure, my

'So I have heard,' he anwered, with a short laugh. 'I think that the same was said of Chalais. I do not

This was not reassuring. But worse was to come. Early in the morning orders were received that I should be

treated with especial strictness, and I was given the choice between irons and one of the cells below the level.

Choosing the latter, I was left to reflect upon many things; among others, on the queer and uncertain nature of

the Cardinal, who loved, I knew, to play with a man as a cat with a mouse; and on the ill effects which

sometimes attend a high chestthrust however carefully delivered. I only rescued myself at last from these

and other unpleasant reflections by obtaining the loan of a pair of dice; and the light being just enough to

enable me to reckon the throws, I amused myself for hours by casting them on certain principles of my own.

But a long run again and again upset my calculations; and at last brought me to the conclusion that a run of

bad luck may be so persistent as to see out the most sagacious player. This was not a reflection very welcome

Nevertheless, for three days it was all the company I had. At the end of that time, the knave of a jailor who

attended me, and who had never grown tired of telling me, after the fashion of his kind, that I should be

'I asked for some yesterday, and you would not bring it,' I grumbled. 'However, better late than never. Bring it

now. If I must hang, I will hang like a gentleman. But depend upon it, the Cardinal will not serve an old

'Good!' I exclaimed; and in my joy and relief I sprang up at once, and began to refresh my dress. 'So all this

time I have been doing him an injustice,' I continued. 'VIVE MONSEIGNEUR! Long live the little Bishop of

'Don't make too sure!' the man answered spitefully. Then he went on, 'I have something else for you. A friend

'Quite so!' I said, leading his rascally face aright. 'And you kept it as long as you daredas long as you

thought I should hang, you knave! Was not that so? But there, do not lie to me. Tell me instead which of my

friends left it.' For, to confess the truth, I had not so many friends at this time and ten good crownsthe

packet contained no less a sumargued a pretty staunch friend, and one of whom a man might reasonably be

The knave sniggered maliciously. 'A crooked dwarfish man left it,' he said. 'I doubt I might call him a tailor

'Chut!' I answeredbut I was a little out of countenance, nevertheless. 'I understand. An honest fellow

enough, and in debt to me! I am glad he remembered. But when am I to go, friend?'

'In an hour,' he answered sullenly. Doubtless he had looked to get one of the crowns; but I was too old a hand

for that. If I came back I could buy his services; and if I did not I should have wasted my money.

Nevertheless, a little later, when I found myself on my way to the Hotel Richelieu under so close a guard that

I could see nothing in the street except the figures that immediately surrounded me, I wished that I had given

him the money. At such times, when all hangs in the balance and the sky is overcast, the mind runs on luck

and old superstitions, and is prone to think a crown given here may avail therethough THERE be a

The Palais Richelieu was at this time in building, and we were required to wait in a long, bare gallery, where

the masons were at work. I was kept a full hour here, pondering uncomfortably on the strange whims and

fancies of the great man who then ruled France as the King's LieutenantGeneral, with all the King's powers,

and whose life I had once been the means of saving by a little timely information. On occasion he had done

something to wipe out the debt; and at other times he had permitted me to be free with him, and so far we

Nevertheless, when the doors were at last thrown open, and I was led into his presence, my confidence

underwent a shock. His cold glance, that, roving over me, regarded me not as a man but an item, the steely

glitter of his southern eyes, chilled me to the bone. The room was bare, the floor without carpet or covering.

Some of the woodwork lay about, unfinished and in pieces. But the manthis man, needed no surroundings.

His keen pale face, his brilliant eyes, even his presencethough he was of no great height, and began

already to stoop at the shoulderswere enough to awe the boldest. I recalled, as I looked at him, a hundred

tales of his iron will, his cold heart, his unerring craft. He had humbled the King's brother, the splendid Duke

of Orleans, in the dust. He had curbed the Queenmother. A dozen heads, the noblest in France, had come to

the block through him. Only two years before he had quelled Rochelle; only a few months before he had

crushed the great insurrection in Languedoc: and though the south, stripped of its old privileges, still seethed

with discontent, no one in this year 1630 dared lift a hand against himopenly, at any rate. Under the

surface a hundred plots, a thousand intrigues, sought his life or his power; but these, I suppose, are the hap of

No wonder, then, that the courage on which I plumed myself sank low at sight of him; or that it was as much

as I could do to mingle with the humility of my salute some touch of the SANG FROID of old

And perhaps that had had been better left out. For it seemed that this man was without bowels. For a moment,

while he stood looking at me, and before he spoke to me, I gave myself up for lost. There was a glint of cruel

satisfaction in his eyes that warned me, before he opened his mouth, what he was going to say to me.

'I could not have made a better catch, M. de Berault,' he said, smiling villainously, while he gently smoothed

the fur of a cat that had sprung on the table beside him. 'An old offender, and an excellent example. I doubt it

will not stop with you. But later, we will make you the warrant for flying at higher game.'

'Monseigneur has handled a sword himself,' I blurted out. The very room seemed to be growing darker, the

'He shall suffer no more than a rich one,' he replied suavely as he stroked the cat. 'Enjoy that satisfaction, M.

'Payment has been made,' he answered, 'more than once. But for that I should not have seen you.'

He laughed cynically, smoothly. His thin face, his dark moustache, and whitening hair, gave him an air of

'I am not the King,' he said. 'Besides, I am told that you have killed as many as six men in duels. You owe the

King, therefore, one life at least. You must pay it. There is no more to be said, M. de Berault,' he continued

coldly, turning away and beginning to collect some papers. 'The law must take its course.'

I thought that he was about to nod to the lieutenant to withdraw me, and a chilling sweat broke out down my

'I have a favour to ask,' I stammered desperately, 'if your Eminence will give me a moment alone.'

'To what end?' he answered, turning and eyeing me with cold disfavour. 'I know youyour pastall. It can

'That is true,' he said thoughtfully. Still he seemed to hesitate; and my heart beat fast. At last he looked at the

lieutenant. 'You may leave us,' he said shortly. 'Now,' he continued, when the officer had withdrawn and left

us alone, 'what is it? Say what you have to say quickly. And, above all, do not try to fool me, M. de Berault.'

But his piercing eyes so disconcerted me now that I had my chance, and was alone with him, that I could not

find a word to say, and stood before him mute. I think this pleased him, for his face relaxed.

'Admitted,' he answered, in his thin, incisive voice. 'You mentioned the fact before. On the other hand, you

have taken six to my knowledge, M. de Berault. You have lived the life of a bully, a common bravo, a

gamester. You, a man of family! For shame! Do you wonder that it has brought you to this! Yet on that one

'I might save your Eminence's life again,' I cried. It was a sudden inspiration.

'You know something?' he said quickly, fixing me with his eyes. 'But no,' he continued, shaking his head

'That is true,' he said slowly. 'That is true.' To my surprise, he spoke in a tone of consideration; and he looked

He walked two or three times up and down the room, while I stood trembling. I confess it, trembling. The

man whose pulses danger has no power to quicken, is seldom proof against suspense; and the sudden hope his

words awakened in me so shook me that his figure as he trod lightly to and fro with the cat rubbing against

his robe and turning time for time with him, wavered before my eyes. I grasped the table to steady myself. I

had not admitted even in my own mind how darkly the shadow of Montfaucon and the gallows had fallen

I had leisure to recover myself, for it was some time before he spoke. When he did, it was in a voice harsh,

changed, imperative. 'You have the reputation of a man faithful, at least, to his employer,' he said. 'Do not

answer me. I say it is so. Well, I will trust you. I will give you one more chance though it is a desperate

one. Woe to you if you fail me! Do you know Cocheforet in Bearn? It is not far from Auch.'

'So much the better,' he replied. 'But you have heard of him. He has been engaged in every Gascon plot since

the late King's death, and gave more trouble last year in the Vivarais than any man twice his years. At present

he is at Bosost in Spain, with other refugees, but I have learned that at frequent intervals he visits his wife at

Cocheforet which is six leagues within the border. On one of these visits he must be arrested.'

The Cardinal looked at me. 'Chut, man! what do you know about it?' he answered bluntly. 'It is whispered at

Cocheforet if a soldier crosses the street at Auch. In the house are only two or three servants, but they have

the countryside with them to a man, and they are a dangerous breed. A spark might kindle a fresh rising. The

'One resolute man inside the house,' the Cardinal continued, thoughtfully glancing at a paper which lay on the

table, 'with the help of two or three servants whom he could summon to his aid at will, might effect it. The

'You will bring him to Paris, and alive. He knows things, and that is why I want him. You understand?'

'You will get into the house as you can,' he continued with energy. 'For that you will need strategy, and good

strategy. They suspect everybody. You must deceive them. If you fail to deceive them, or, deceiving them,

are found out later, I do not think that you will trouble me again, or break the edict a second time. On the

other hand, should you deceive me'he smiled still more subtly, but his voice sank to a purring note'I will

I met his look without quailing. 'So be it!' I said recklessly. 'If I do not bring M. de Cocheforet to Paris, you

'It is a bargain!' he answered slowly. 'I think that you will be faithful. For money, here are a hundred crowns.

That sum should suffice; but if you succeed you shall have twice as much more. That is all, I think. You

The Cardinal laughed to himself, and sitting down wrote a word or two on a slip of paper. 'Give him that,' he

said in high goodhumour. 'I fear, M. de Berault, you will never get your deserts in this world!'

Cocheforet lies in a billowy land of oak and beech and chestnuts a land of deep, leafy bottoms and hills

clothed with forest. Ridge and valley, glen and knoll, the woodland, sparsely peopled and more sparsely

tilled, stretches away to the great snow mountains that here limit France. It swarms with gamewith wolves

and bears, deer and boars. To the end of his life I have heard that the great king loved this district, and would

sigh, when years and State fell heavily on him, for the beech groves and boxcovered hills of South Bearn.

From the terraced steps of Auch you can see the forest roll away in light and shadow, vale and upland, to the

base of the snow peaks; and, though I come from Brittany and love the smell of the salt wind, I have seen few

It was the second week of October, when I came to Cocheforet, and, dropping down from the last wooded

brow, rode quietly into the place at evening. I was alone, and had ridden all day in a glory of ruddy beech

leaves, through the silence of forest roads, across clear brooks and glades still green. I had seen more of the

quiet and peace of the country than had been my share since boyhood, and for that reason, or because I had

no great taste for the task before methe task now so imminentI felt a little hipped. In good faith, it was

But beggars must not be choosers, and I knew that this feeling would not last. At the inn, in the presence of

others, under the spur of necessity, or in the excitement of the chase, were that once begun, I should lose the

feeling. When a man is young he seeks solitude, when he is middleaged, he flies it and his thoughts. I made

therefore for the 'Green Pillar,' a little inn in the village street, to which I had been directed at Auch, and,

thundering on the door with the knob of my riding switch, railed at the man for keeping me waiting.

Here and there at hovel doors in the streetwhich was a mean, poor place, not worthy of the namemen

and women looked out at me suspiciously. But I affected to ignore them; and at last the host came. He was a

fairhaired man, halfBasque, halfFrenchman, and had scanned me well, I was sure, through some window

or peephole; for when he came out he betrayed no surprise at the sight of a welldressed strangera portent

'I can lie here tonight, I suppose?' I said, dropping the reins on the sorrel's neck. The horse hung its head.

'But you are full, or you are out of food, or your wife is ill, or something else is amiss,' I answered peevishly.

'All the same, I am going to lie here. So you must make the best of it, and your wife tooif you have one.'

He scratched his head, looking at me with an ugly glitter in his eyes. But he said nothing, and I dismounted.

'I'll put it up,' he answered sullenly, stepping forward and taking the reins in his hand.

'Very well,' I said. 'But I go with you. A merciful man is merciful to his beast, and wherever I go I see my

'It will be fed,' he said shortly. And then he waited for me to go into the house. 'The wife is in there,' he

'IMPRIMISif you understand Latin, my friend,' I answered. 'the horse in the stall.'

He saw that it was no good, turned the sorrel slowly round, and began to lead it across the village street.

There was a shed behind the inn, which I had already marked, and taken for the stable, I was surprised when I

found that he was not going there, but I made no remark, and in a few minutes saw the horse made

'You have no other guests?' I said, with a casual air. I knew that he was watching me closely.

That was so evident, that I never saw a more retired place. The hanging woods, rising steeply to a great

height, so shut the valley in that I was puzzled to think how a man could leave it save by the road I had come.

The cottages, which were no more than mean, small huts, ran in a straggling double line, with many

gapsthrough fallen trees and illcleared meadows. Among them a noisy brook ran in and out, and the

inhabitantscharcoalburners, or swineherds, or poor devils of the like class, were no better than their

dwellings. I looked in vain for the Chateau. It was not to be seen, and I dared not ask for it.

The man led me into the common room of the taverna lowroofed, poor place, lacking a chimney or

glazed windows, and grimy with smoke and use. The firea great halfburned treesmouldered on a stone

hearth, raised a foot from the floor. A huge black pot simmered over it, and beside one window lounged a

country fellow talking with the goodwife. In the dusk I could not see his face, but I gave the woman a word,

She seemed more silent than the common run of her kind; but this might be because her husband was present.

While she moved about getting my meal, he took his place against the doorpost and fell to staring at me so

persistently that I felt by no means at my ease. He was a tall, strong fellow, with a shaggy moustache and

brown beard, cut in the mode Henri Quatre; and on the subject of that kinga safe one, I knew, with a

Bearnaisand on that alone, I found it possible to make him talk. Even then there was a suspicious gleam in

his eyes that bade me abstain from questions; so that as the darkness deepened behind him, and the firelight

played more and more strongly on his features, and I thought of the leagues of woodland that lay between this

remote valley and Auch, I recalled the Cardinal's warning that if I failed in my attempt I should be little likely

The lout by the window paid no attention to me; nor I to him, when I had once satisfied myself that he was

really what he seemed to be. But byandby two or three menrough, uncouth fellowsdropped in to

reinforce the landlord, and they, too seemed to have no other business than to sit in silence looking at me, or

now and again to exchange a word in a PATOIS of their own. By the time my supper was ready, the knaves

numbered six in all; and, as they were armed to a man with huge Spanish knives, and made it clear that they

resented my presence in their dull rustic fashionevery rustic is suspiciousI began to think that,

Nevertheless, I ate and drank with apparent appetite; but little that passed within the circle of light cast by the

smoky lamp escaped me. I watched the men's looks and gestures at least as sharply as they watched mine;

and all the time I was racking my wits for some mode of disarming their suspicions, or failing that, of

learning something more of the position, which far exceeded in difficulty and danger anything that I had

expected. The whole valley, it would seem, was on the lookout to protect my man!

I had purposely brought with me from Auch a couple of bottles of choice Armagnac; and these had been

carried into the house with my saddle bags. I took one out now and opened it and carelessly offered a dram of

the spirit to the landlord. He took it. As he drank it, I saw his face flush; he handed back the cup reluctantly,

and on that hint I offered him another, The strong spirit was already beginning to work, and he accepted, and

in a few minutes began to talk more freely and with less of the constraint which had before marked us all.

Still, his tongue ran chiefly on questionshe would know this, he would learn that; but even this was a

welcome change. I told him openly whence I had come, by what road, how long I had stayed in Auch, and

where; and so far I satisfied his curiosity. Only, when I came to the subject of my visit to Cocheforet I kept a

mysterious silence, hinting darkly at business in Spain and friends across the border, and this and that; in this

way giving the peasants to understand, if they pleased, that I was in the same interest as their exiled master.

They took the bait, winked at one another, and began to look at me in a more friendly waythe landlord

foremost. But when I had led them so far, I dared go no farther, lest I should commit myself and be found

out. I stopped, therefore, and, harking back to general subjects, chanced to compare my province with theirs.

The landlord, now become almost talkative, was not slow to take up this challenge; and it presently led to my

acquiring a curious piece of knowledge. He was boasting of his great snow mountains, the forests that

propped them, the bears that roamed in them, the izards that loved the ice, and the boars that fed on the oak

'Well,' I said, quite by chance, 'we have not these things, it is true. But we have things in the north you have

not. We have tens of thousands of good horsesnot such ponies as you breed here. At the horse fair at

Fecamp my sorrel would be lost in the crowd. Here in the south you will not meet his match in a long day's

'Do not make too sure of that,' the man replied, his eyes bright with triumph and the dram. 'What would you

I saw that his words sent a kind of thrill through his other hearers, and that such of them as understood for

two or three of them talked their PATOIS onlylooked at him angrily; and in a twinkling I began to

'Seeing is believing,' I said. 'I doubt if you knows good horse when you see one, my friend.'

'Then come with me, and I will show you one,' he retorted, discretion giving way to vainglory. His wife and

the others, I saw, looked at him dumbfounded; but, without paying any heed to them, he rose, took up a

lanthorn, and, assuming an air of peculiar wisdom, opened the door. 'Come with me,' he continued. 'I don't

know a good horse when I see one, don't I? I know a better than yours, at anyrate!'

I should not have been surprised if the other men had interfered; but I suppose he was a leader among them,

they did not, and in a moment we were outside. Three paces through the darkness took us to the stable, an

offset at the back of the inn. My man twirled the pin, and, leading the way in, raised his lanthorn. A horse

whinnied softly, and turned its bright, mild eyes on usa baldfaced chestnut, with white hairs in its tail and

'There!' my guide exclaimed, waving the lanthorn to and fro boastfully, that I might see its points. 'What do

'No,' I answered, purposely stinting my praise. 'It is pretty fairfor this country.'

'Or any country,' he answered wrathfully. 'Or any country, I sayI don't care where it is! And I have reason

to know! Why, man, that horse isBut there, that is a good horse, if ever you saw one!' And with that he

endedabruptly and lamely; lowered the lanthorn with a sudden gesture, and turned to the door. He was on

But I understood. I knew that he had neatly betrayed allthat he had been on the point of blurting out that

that was M. de Cocheforet's horse! M. Cocheforet's COMPRENEZ BIEN! And while I turned away my face

in the darkness that he might not see me smile, I was not surprised to find the man in a moment changed, and

become, in the closing of the door, as sober and suspicious as before, ashamed of himself and enraged with

It was not my cue to quarrel, however. I made therefore, as if I had seen nothing, and when we were back in

the inn praised the horse grudgingly, and like a man but half convinced. The ugly looks and ugly weapons I

saw round me were fine incentives to caution; and no Italian, I flatter myself, could have played his part more

nicely than I did. But I was heartily glad when it was over, and I found myself, at last, left alone for the night

in a little garreta mere fowlhouseupstairs, formed by the roof and gable walls, and hung with strings of

apples and chestnuts. It was a poor sleepingplacerough, chilly, and unclean. I ascended to it by a ladder;

my cloak and a little fern formed my only bed. But I was glad to accept it, for it enabled me to he alone and to

Of course M. de Cocheforet was at the Chateau. He had left his horse here, and gone up on foot; probably

that was his usual plan. He was therefore within my reach, in one senseI could not have come at a better

timebut in another he was as much beyond it as if I were still in Paris. For so far was I from being able to

seize him that I dared not ask a question, or let fall a rash word, or even look about me freely. I saw I dared

not. The slightest hint of my mission, the faintest breath of distrust, would lead to throatcuttingand the

throat would be mine; while the longer I lay in the village, the greater suspicion I should incur, and the closer

In such a position some men might have given up the attempt in despair, and saved themselves across the

border. But I have always valued myself on my fidelity, and I did not shrink. If not today, tomorrow; if not

this time, next time. The dice do not always turn up aces. Bracing myself, therefore, to the occasion, I crept,

as soon as the house was quiet, to the window, a small, square, open lattice, much cobwebbed, and partly

stuffed with hay. I looked out. The village seemed to be asleep. The dark branches of trees hung a few feet

away, and almost obscured a grey, cloudy sky, through which a wet moon sailed drearily. Looking

downwards, I could at first see nothing; but as my eyes grew used to the darknessI had only just put out

my rushlight I made out the stable door and the shadowy outlines of the leanto roof.

I had hoped for this, for I could now keep watch, and learn at least whether Cocheforet left before morning. If

he did not, I should know he was still here. If he did, I should be the better for seeing his features, and

Making up my mind to the uncomfortable, I sat down on the floor by the lattice, and began a vigil that might

last, I knew, until morning. It did last about an hour, at the end of which time I heard whispering below, then

footsteps; then, as some persons turned a corner, a voice speaking aloud and carelessly. I could not catch the

words or meaning, but the voice was a gentleman's, and its bold accents and masterful tone left me in no

doubt that the speaker was M. de Cocheforet himself. Hoping to learn more, I pressed my face nearer to the

opening, and had just made out through the gloom two figuresone that of a tall, slight man, wearing a

cloak, the other, I fancied, a woman's, in a sheeny white dresswhen a thundering rap on the door of my

garret made me spring back a yard from the lattice, and lie down hurriedly on my couch. The summons was

'Well?' I cried, rising on my elbow, and cursing the untimely interruption. I was burning with anxiety to see

He held up a rushlight, which illumined half the room and lit up his grinning face.

'Calledat this hour of the night, you fool?' I answered angrily. 'No! I did not call. Go to bed, man!'

'Go to bed! You are drunk,' I answered, sitting up. 'I tell you I did not call.'

'Goodnight! Goodnight!' I answered with what patience I might. The tramp of the horse's hoofs as it was

led out of the stable was in my ears at the moment. 'Goodnight!' I continued feverishly, hoping that he

'Good,' he said, with a broad grin. 'But it is early yet, and you have plenty of time.'

And then, at last, he slowly let down the trapdoor, and I heard him chuckle as he went down the ladder.

Before he reached the bottom I was at the window. The woman, whom I had seen, still stood below in the

same place, and beside her was a man in a peasant's dress, holding a lanthorn. But the man, the man I wanted

to see, was no longer there. He was gone, and it was evident that the others no longer feared me; for while I

gazed the landlord came out to them with another lanthorn swinging in his hand, and said something to the

It was a warm night, and she wore nothing over her white dress. I could see her tall, shapely figure and

shining eyes, and the firm contour of her beautiful face, which, if any fault might be found with it, erred in

being too regular. She looked like a woman formed by nature to meet dangers and difficulties, and to play a

great part; even here, at midnight, in the midst of these desperate men, she did not seem out of place. I could

fancyI did not find it impossible to fancythat under her queenly exterior, and behind the contemptuous

laugh with which she heard the landlord's story, there lurked a woman's soul, a soul capable of folly and

I scanned her very carefully; and secretly, if the truth be told, I was glad to find that Madame de Cocheforet

was such a woman. I was glad that she had laughed as she hadwith a ring of disdain and defiance; glad that

she was not a little, tender, childlike woman, to be crushed by the first pinch of trouble. For if I succeeded in

my task, if I contrived tobut, pish! Women, I told myself, were all alike. She would find consolation

I watched until the group broke up, and Madame, with one of the men, went her way round the corner of the

inn, and out of my sight. Then I retired to bed again, feeling more than ever perplexed what course I should

adopt. It was clear that to succeed I must obtain admission to the house, which was garrisoned, according to

my instructions, by two or three old menservants only, and as many women; since Madame, to disguise her

husband's visits the more easily, lived, and gave out that she lived, in great retirement. To seize her husband

at home, therefore, might be no impossible task; though here, in the heart of the village, a troop of horse

But how was I to gain admission to the housea house guarded by quickwitted women, and fenced with all

the precautions love could devise? That was the question; and dawn found me still debating it, still as far as

ever from an answer. Anxious and feverish, I was glad when the light came, and I could get up. I thought that

the fresh air might inspire me, and I was tired of my stuffy closet. I crept stealthily down the ladder, and

managed to pass unseen through the lower room, in which several persons were snoring heavily. The outer

It was still so early that the trees stood up black against the reddening sky, but the bough upon the post before

the door was growing green, and in a few minutes the grey light would be everywhere. Already, even in the

roadway, there was a glimmering of it; and as I stood at the corner of the housewhere I could command

both the front and the side on which the stable opened sniffing the fresh air, and looking for any trace of

the midnight departure, my eyes detected something lightcoloured lying on the ground. It was not more than

two or three paces from me, and I stepped to it and picked it up curiously, hoping that it might be a note. It

was not a note, however, but a tiny orangecoloured sachet such as women carry in the bosom. It was full of

some faintlyscented powder, and bore on one side the initial 'E,' worked in white silk; and was altogether a

Doubtless Madame de Cocheforet had dropped it in the night. I turned it over and over; and then I put it in

my pouch with a smile, thinking that it might be useful sometime, and in some way. I had scarcely done this,

and turned with the intention of exploring the street, when the door behind me creaked on its leather hinges,

Evidently his suspicions were again aroused, for from this time he managed to be with me, on one pretence or

another until noon. Moreover, his manner grew each moment more churlish, his hints plainer; until I could

scarcely avoid noticing the one or the other. About midday, having followed me for the twentieth time into

the street, he came to the point by asking me rudely if I did not need my horse.

'Because,' he answered, with an ugly smile, 'this is not a very healthy place for strangers.'

It was a lucky answer, for, taken with my talk the night before, it puzzled him, by suggesting that I was on the

losing side, and had my reasons for lying near Spain. Before he had done scratching his head over it, the

clatter of hoofs broke the sleepy quiet of the village street, and the lady I had seen the night before rode

quickly round the corner, and drew her horse on to its haunches. Without looking at me, she called to the

He went. The moment his back was turned, I slipped away, and in a twinkling was hidden by a house. Two or

three glumlooking fellows stared at me as I passed down the street, but no one moved; and in two minutes I

was clear of the village, and in a halfworn track which ran through the wood, and ledif my ideas were

rightto the Chateau. To discover the house and learn all that was to be learned about its situation were my

most pressing needs; and these, even at the risk of a knife thrust, I was determined to satisfy.

I had not gone two hundred paces along the path, however, before I heard the tread of a horse behind me, and

I had just time to hide myself before Madame came up and rode by me, sitting her horse gracefully, and with

all the courage of a northern woman. I watched her pass, and then, assured by her presence that I was in the

right road, I hurried after her. Two minutes walking at speed brought me to a light wooden bridge spanning a

stream. I crossed this, and, as the wood opened, saw before me first a wide, pleasant meadow, and beyond

this a terrace. On the terrace, pressed upon on three sides by thick woods, stood a grey mansion, with the

corner tourelles, steep, high roofs, and round balconies, that men loved and built in the days of the first

It was of good size, but wore a gloomy aspect. A great yew hedge, which seemed to enclose a walk or

bowlinggreen, hid the ground floor of the east wing from view, while a formal rose garden, stiff even in

neglect, lay in front of the main building. The west wing, of which the lower roofs fell gradually away to the

I stood a moment only, but I marked all, and noted how the road reached the house, and which windows were

open to attack; then I turned and hastened back. Fortunately, I met no one between the house and the village,

Short as had been my absence, however, I found things altered there. Round the door lounged three

strangersstout, wellarmed fellows, whose bearing, as they loitered and chattered, suggested a curious

mixture of smugness and independence. Half a dozen packhorses stood tethered to the post in front of the

house; and the landlord's manner, from being rude and churlish only, had grown perplexed and almost timid.

One of the strangers, I soon found, supplied him with wine; the others were travelling merchants, who rode in

the first one's company for the sake of safety. All were substantial men from Tarbessolid burgesses; and I

was not long in guessing that my host, fearing what might leak out before them, and, particularly, that I might

refer to the previous night's disturbance, was on tenterhooks while they remained.

For a time this did not suggest anything to me. But when we had all taken our seats for supper, there came an

addition to the party. The door opened, and the fellow whom I had seen the night before with Madame de

Cocheforet entered and took a stool by the fire. I felt sure that he was one of the servants at the Chateau; and

in a flash his presence inspired me with the most feasible plan for obtaining admission which I had yet hit

upon. I felt myself grow hot at the thoughtit seemed so full of promise, yet so doubtfuland, on the

instant, without giving myself time to think too much, I began to carry it into effect.

I called for two or three bottles of better wine, and, assuming a jovial air, passed it round the table. When we

had drunk a few glasses I fell to talking, and, choosing politics, took the side of the Languedoc party and the

malcontents in so reckless a fashion that the innkeeper was beside himself at my imprudence. The merchants,

who belonged to the class with whom the Cardinal was always most popular, looked first astonished and then

enraged. But I was not to be checked; hints and sour looks were lost upon me. I grew more outspoken with

every glass, I drank to the Rochellois, I swore it would not be long before they raised their heads again; and,

at last, while the innkeeper and his wife were engaged lighting the lamp, I passed round the bottle and called

'I'll give you one to begin,' I bragged noisily. 'A gentleman's toast! A southern toast! Here is confusion to the

'MON DIEU!' one of the strangers cried, springing from his seat in a rage. 'I am not going to stomach that! Is

your house a common treasonhole,' he continued, turning furiously on the landlord, 'that you suffer this?'

'Hoitytoity!' I answered, coolly keeping my seat. 'What is all this? Don't you relish my toast, little man?'

'Then I will give you another,' I answered, with a hiccough. 'Perhaps it will be more to your taste. Here is the

Words so reckless fairly shook the three men out of their anger. For a moment they glared at me as if they

'That is enough,' he said, with a look at his companions. 'I think that there can be no mistake about that. As

damnable treason as ever I heard whispered! I congratulate you, sir, on your boldness. As for you,' he

continued, turning with an ugly sneer to the landlord, 'I shall know now the company you keep! I was not

But if he was startled, the innkeeper was furious, seeing his character thus taken away; and, being at no time a

man of many words, he vented his rage exactly in the way I wished, raising in a twinkling such an uproar as

can scarcely be conceived. With a roar like a bull's, he ran headlong at the table, and overturned it on the top

of me. Fortunately the woman saved the lamp, and fled with it into a corner, whence she and the man from

the Chateau watched the skirmish in silence; but the pewter cups and platters flew spinning across the floor,

while the table pinned me to the ground among the ruins of my stool. Having me at this disadvantagefor at

first I made no resistance the landlord began to belabour me with the first thing he snatched up, and when I

tried to defend myself, cursed me with each blow for a treacherous rogue and a vagrant. Meanwhile the three

merchants, delighted with the turn things had taken, skipped round us laughing, and now hounded him on,

now bantered me with 'how is that for the Duke of Orleans?' and 'How now, traitor?'

When I thought that this had lasted long enoughor, to speak more plainly, when I could stand the

innkeeper's drubbing no longerI threw him off, and struggled to my feet; but still, though the blood was

trickling down my face, I refrained from drawing my sword. I caught up instead a leg of the stool which lay

handy, and, watching my opportunity, dealt the landlord a shrewd blow under the ear, which laid him out in a

'Now,' I cried, brandishing my new weapon, which fitted the hand to a nicety, 'come on! Come on! if you

dare to strike a blow, you peddling, truckling, huckstering knaves! A fig for you and your shaveling

'Why, you drunken fool,' he said wrathfully, 'put that stick down, or I will spit you like a lark!'

'Lark in your teeth!' I cried, staggering as if the wine were in my head. 'And cuckoo, too! Another word, and

He made a couple of savage passes at me, but in a twinkling his sword flew across the room.

'VOILA!' I shouted, lurching forward, as if I had luck and not skill to thank for my victory. 'Now, the next!

Come on, come onyou whitelivered knaves!' And, pretending a drunken frenzy, I flung my weapon

In a moment they all threw themselves upon me, and, swearing copiously, bore me back to the door. The

wine merchant cried breathlessly to the woman to open it, and in a twinkling they had me through it, and

halfway across the road. The one thing I feared was a knifethrust in the MELEE; but I had to run that risk,

and the men were honest, and, thinking me drunk, indulgent. In a trice I found myself on my back in the dirt,

with my head humming; and heard the bars of the door fall noisily into their places.

I got up and went to the door, and, to play out my part, hammered on it frantically; crying out to them to let

me in. But the three travellers only jeered at me, and the landlord, coming to the window, with his head

Baffled in this, I retired to a log which lay in the road a few paces from the house, and sat down on it to await

events. With torn clothes and bleeding face, hatless and covered with dirt, I was in little better case than my

opponent. It was raining, too, and the dripping branches swayed over my head. The wind was in the

souththe coldest quarter. I began to feel chilled and dispirited. If my scheme failed, I had forfeited roof and

bed to no purpose, and placed future progress out of the question. It was a critical moment.

But at last that happened for which I had been looking. The door swung open a few inches, and a man came

noiselessly out; it was quickly barred behind him. He stood a moment, waiting on the threshold and peering

into the gloom; and seemed to expect to be attacked. Finding himself unmolested, however, and all quiet, he

I let a couple of minutes go by, and then I followed. I had no difficulty in hitting on the track at the end of the

street, but when I had once plunged into the wood, I found myself in darkness so intense that I soon strayed

from the path, and fell over roots, and tore my clothes with thorns, and lost my temper twenty times before I

found the path again. However, I gained the bridge at last, and thence caught sight of a light twinkling before

me. To make for it across the meadow and terrace was an easy task; yet, when I had reached the door and had

hammered upon it, I was so worn out, and in so sorry a plight that I sank down, and had little need to play a

For a long time no one answered. The dark house towering above me remained silent. I could hear, mingled

with the throbbings of my heart, the steady croaking of the frogs in a pond near the stables; but no other

sound. In a frenzy of impatience and disgust, I stood up again and hammered, kicking with my heels on the

Then, or a moment later, I heard a remote door opened; footsteps as of more than one person drew near. I

'A gentleman in distress,' I answered piteously, moving my hands across the door. 'For God's sake open and

'What brings you here?' the voice asked sharply. Despite its tartness, I fancied that it was a woman's.

'Heaven knows!' I answered desperately. 'I cannot tell. They maltreated me at the inn, and threw me into the

street. I crawled away, and have been wandering in the wood for hours. Then I saw a light here.'

On that some muttering took place on the other side of the door to which I had my ear. It ended in the bars

being lowered. The door swung partly open, and a light shone out, dazzling me. I tried to shade my eyes with

my fingers, and, as did so, fancied I heard a murmur of pity. But when I looked in under screen of my hand, I

saw only one personthe man who held the light, and his aspect was so strange, so terrifying, that, shaken as

He was a tall and very thin man, meanly dressed in a short, scanty jacket and welldarned hose. Unable, for

And that headnever did living man show a face so like death. His forehead was bald and yellow, his

cheekbones stood out under the strained skin, all the lower part of his face fell in, his jaws receded, his

cheeks were hollow, his lips and chin were thin and fleshless. He seemed to have only one expressiona

While I stood looking at this formidable creature, he made a quick movement to shut the door again, smiling

more widely. I had the presence of mind to thrust in my foot, and, before he could resent the act, a voice in

'For shame, Clon! Stand back, stand back! do you hear? I am afraid, Monsieur, that you are hurt.'

Those words were my welcome to that house; and, spoken at an hour and in circumstances so gloomy, they

made a lasting impression. Round the hall ran a gallery, and this, the height of the apartment, and the dark

panelling seemed to swallow up the light. I stood within the entrance (as it seemed to me) of a huge cave; the

skullheaded porter had the air of an ogre. Only the voice which greeted me dispelled the illusion. I turned

trembling towards the quarter whence it came, and, shading my eyes, made out a woman's form standing in a

doorway under the gallery. A second figure, which I took to be that of the servant I had seen at the inn,

I bowed in silence. My teeth were chattering. I was faint without feigning, and felt a kind of terror, hard to

'One of our people has told me about you, she continued, speaking out of the darkness. 'I am sorry that this

'I take all the blame, Madame,' I answered humbly. 'I ask only shelter for the night.'

'The time has not yet come when we cannot give our friends that!' she answered with noble courtesy. 'When it

I shivered, looking anywhere but at her; for, if the truth be told, I had not sufficiently pictured this scene of

my arrivalI had not foredrawn its details; and now I took part in it I felt a miserable meanness weigh me

down. I had never from the first liked the work, but I had had no choice, and I had no choice now. Luckily,

the guise in which I came, my fatigue, and wound were a sufficient mask, or I should have incurred suspicion

at once. For I am sure that if ever in this world a brave man wore a hangdog air, or Gil de Berault fell below

himself, it was then and thereon Madame de Cocheforet's threshold, with her welcome sounding in my

One, I think, did suspect me. Clon, the porter, continued to hold the door obstinately ajar and to eye me with

grinning spite, until his mistress, with some sharpness, bade him drop the bars and conduct me to a room.

'Do you go also, Louis,' she continued, speaking to the man beside her, 'and see this gentleman comfortably

disposed. I am sorry,' she added, addressing me in the graceful tone she had before used, and I thought that I

could see her head bend in the darkness, 'that our present circumstances do not permit us to welcome you

more fitly, Monsieur. But the troubles of the times however, you will excuse what is lacking. Until

'Goodnight, Madame,' I stammered, trembling. I had not been able to distinguish her face in the gloom of

the doorway, but her voice, her greeting, her presence unmanned me. I was troubled and perplexed; I had not

spirit to kick a dog. I followed the two servants from the hall without heeding how we went; nor was it until

we came to a full stop at a door in a whitewashed corridor, and it was forced upon me that something was in

Then I saw that one of them, Louis, wished to lodge me here where we stood. The porter, on the other hand,

who held the keys, would not. He did not speak a word, nor did the otherand this gave a queer ominous

character to the debate; but he continued to jerk his head towards the farther end of the corridor; and, at last,

he carried his point. Louis shrugged his shoulders, and moved on, glancing askance at me; and I, not

We reached the end of the corridor, and there for an instant the monster with the keys paused and grinned at

me. Then he turned into a narrow passage on the left, and after following it for some paces, halted before a

small, strong door. His key jarred in the lock, but he forced it shrieking round, and with a savage flourish

I walked in and saw a mean, bare chamber with barred windows. The floor was indifferently clean, there was

no furniture. The yellow light of the lanthorn falling on the stained walls gave the place the look of a

dungeon. I turned to the two men. 'This is not a very good room,' I said. 'And it feels damp. Have you no

Louis looked doubtfully at his companion. But the porter shook his head stubbornly.

'At Rochelle. He was a spy, and the king's people took him the day the town surrendered. They spared his

'Ah!' I said. I wished to say more, to be natural, to show myself at my ease. But the porter's eyes seemed to

burn into me, and my own tongue clave to the roof of my mouth. He opened his lips and pointed to his throat

with a horrid gesture, and I shook my head and turned from him'You can let me have some bedding?' I

He went away, thinking doubtless that Clon would stay with me. But after waiting a minute the porter strode

off also with the lanthorn, leaving me to stand in the middle of the damp, dark room and reflect on the

position. It was plain that Clon suspected me. This prisonlike room, with its barred window, at the back of

the house, and in the wing farthest from the stables, proved so much. Clearly, he was a dangerous fellow, of

whom I must beware. I had just begun to wonder how Madame could keep such a monster in her house, when

I heard his step returning. He came in, lighting Louis, who carried a small pallet and a bundle of coverings.

The dumb man had, besides the lanthorn, a bowl of water and a piece of rag in his hand. He set them down,

and going out again, fetched in a stool. Then he hung up the lanthorn on a nail, took the bowl and rag, and

I was loth to let him touch me; but he continued to stand over me, pointing and grinning with dark

persistence, and rather than stand on a trifle I sat down at last and gave him his way. He bathed my head

carefully enough, and I daresay did it good; but I understood. I knew that his only desire was to learn whether

the cut was real or a pretence, and I began to fear him more and more; until he was gone from the room, I

Alone, even, I felt uncomfortable, this seemed so sinister a business, and so ill begun. I was in the house. But

Madame's frank voice haunted me, and the dumb man's eyes, full of suspicion and menace. When I presently

got up and tried my door, I found it locked. The room smelt dank and closelike a vault. I could not see

through the barred window, but I could hear the boughs sweep it in ghostly fashion; and I guessed that it

looked out where the wood grew close to the walls of the house, and that even in the day the sun never

Nevertheless, tired and worn out, I slept at last. When I awoke the room was full of grey light, the door stood

open, and Louis, looking ashamed of himself, waited by my pallet with a cup of wine in his hand, and some

He turned red. 'It was an oversight,' he stammered 'Clon is accustomed to lock the door, and he did it

'Ah!' I replied. 'Well, I do not think the oversight would please Madame de Cocheforet if she heard of it?'

'Mention it, my good fellow?' answered, looking at him with meaning as I rose. 'No. But it must not occur

I saw that this man was not like Clon. He had the instincts of the family servant, and freed from the

influences of fear and darkness felt ashamed of his conduct. While he arranged my clothes, he looked round

the room with an air of distaste, and muttered once or twice that the furniture of the principal chambers was

'And likely to remain there,' the man answered carelessly, shrugging his shoulders. 'Monsieur will doubtless

have heard that he is in trouble. In the meantime, the house is TRISTE, and Monsieur must overlook much, if

Louis nodded. 'It is true,' he answered simply. He made no boast or brag on his own account, I noticed; and it

came home to me that he was a faithful fellow, such as I love. I questioned him discreetly, and learned that he

and Clon and an older man who lived over the stables were the only male servants left of a great household.

It took me some time to repair my wardrobe, so that I daresay it was nearly ten when I left my dismal little

room. I found Louis waiting in the corridor, and he told me that Madame de Cocheforet and Mademoiselle

were in the rose garden, and would be pleased to receive me. I nodded, and he guided me through several dim

passages to a parlour with an open door, through which the sun shone gaily on the floor. Cheered by the

morning air and this sudden change to pleasantness and life, I stepped lightly out.

The two ladies were walking up and down a wide path which bisected the garden. The weeds grew rankly in

the gravel underfoot, the rose bushes which bordered the walk thrust their branches here and there in

untrained freedom, a dark yew hedge which formed the background bristled with rough shoots and sadly

needed trimming. But I did not see any of these things. The grace, the noble air, the distinction of the two

women who paced slowly to meet meand who shared all these qualities, greatly as they differed in

Mademoiselle was a head shorter than her BELLESOEURa slender woman and petite, with a beautiful

face and a fair complexion; a woman wholly womanly. She walked with dignity, but beside Madame's stately

figure she had an air almost childish. And it was characteristic of the two that Mademoiselle as they drew

I bowed low. They returned the salute. 'This is my sister,' Madame de Cocheforet said, with a very slight air

'I am M. de Barthe, a gentleman of Normandy,' I said, taking on impulse the name of my mother. My own, by

Madame's face wore a puzzled look. 'I do not know that name, I think,' she said thoughtfully. Doubtless she

was going over in her mind all the names with which conspiracy had made her familiar.

'Nevertheless I am going to scold you,' she rejoined, still eyeing me with some keenness. 'I am glad to see that

you are none the worse for your adventurebut others may be. And you should have borne that in mind, sir.'

'I do not refer to that,' she answered coldly. 'You know, or should know, that we are in disgrace here; that the

Government regards us already with an evil eye, and that a very small thing would lead them to garrison the

village, and perhaps oust us from the little the wars have left us. You should have known this, and considered

it,' she continued. 'WhereasI do not say that you are a braggart, M. de Barthe. But on this one occasion you

'Want of thought causes much evil,' she answered, smiling. 'However, I have spoken, and we trust that while

you stay with us you will be more careful. For the rest, Monsieur,' she continued graciously, raising her hand

to prevent me speaking, 'we do not know why you are here, or what plans you are pursuing. And we do not

wish to know. It is enough that you are of our side. This house is at your service as long as you please to use

'Madame!' I exclaimed; and there I stopped. I could say no more. The rose garden, with its air of neglect, the

shadow of the quiet house that fell across it, the great yew hedge which backed it, and was the pattern of one

under which I had played in childhoodall had points that pricked me. But the women's kindness, their

unquestioning confidence, the noble air of hospitality which moved them! Against these and their placid

beauty in its peaceful frame I had no shield, no defence. I turned away, and feigned to be overcome by

'I have no wordsto thank you!' I muttered presently. 'I am a little shaken this morning. Ipardon me.'

'We will leave you for a while,' Mademoiselle de Cocheforet said in gentle pitying tones. 'The air will revive

I bowed low to hide my face, and they nodded pleasantlynot looking closely at meas they walked by me

to the house. I watched the two gracious, palerobed figures until the doorway swallowed them, and then I

walked away to a quiet corner where the shrubs grew highest and the yew hedge threw its deepest shadow,

And, MON DIEU, strange thoughts. If the oak can think at the moment the wind uproots it, or the gnarled

thornbush when the landslip tears it from the slope, they may have such thoughts, I stared at the leaves, at

the rotting blossoms, into the dark cavities of the hedge; I stared mechanically, dazed and wondering. What

was the purpose for which I was here? What was the work I had come to do? Above all, howmy God! how

was I to do it in the face of these helpless women, who trusted me, who believed in me, who opened their

house to me? Clon had not frightened me, nor the loneliness of the leagued village, nor the remoteness of this

corner where the dread Cardinal seemed a name, and the King's writ ran slowly, and the rebellion long

quenched elsewhere, still smouldered. But Madame's pure faith, the younger woman's tendernesshow was

I cursed the Cardinalwould he had stayed at Luchon. I cursed the English fool who had brought me to this,

I cursed the years of plenty and scarceness, and the Quartier Marais, and Zaton's, where I had lived like a pig,

A touch fell on my arm. I turned. It was Clon. How he had stolen up so quietly, how long he had been at my

elbow, I could not tell. But his eyes gleamed spitefully in their deep sockets, and he laughed with his fleshless

lips; and I hated him. In the daylight the man looked more like a death'shead than ever. I fancied that I read

'Is Madame served?' I said impatiently, crushing down my anger. 'Is that what you mean, fool?'

He fell behind, and I strode back through the sunshine and flowers, and along the grassgrown paths, to the

door by which I had come I walked fast, but his shadow kept pace with me, driving out the unaccustomed

thoughts in which I had been indulging. Slowly but surely it darkened my mood. After all, this was a little,

little place; the people who lived hereI shrugged my shoulders. France, power, pleasure, life, everything

worth winning, worth having, lay yonder in the great city. A boy might wreck himself here for a fancy; a man

of the world, never. When I entered the room, where the two ladies stood waiting for me by the table, I was

'Clon made you understand, then?' the young woman said kindly, as I took my seat.

'Yes, Mademoiselle,' I answered. On that I saw the two smile at one another, and I added: 'He is a strange

'Well, I do shudder at him sometimes,' she replied, in a low voice. 'He has sufferedand horribly, and for us.

But I wish that it had been on any other service. Spies are necessary things, but one does not wish to have to

'Quick, Louis!' Mademoiselle exclaimed, 'the cognac, if you have any there! I am sure that you arestill

'No, I thank you,' I muttered hoarsely, making an effort to recover myself. 'I am quite well. It wasan old

To be frank, however, it was not the old wound that touched me so nearly, but Madame's words; which,

finishing what Clon's sudden appearance in the garden had begun, went a long way towards hardening me

and throwing me back into myself. I saw with bitternesswhat I had perhaps forgotten for a momenthow

great was the chasm that separated me from these women; how impossible it was that we could long think

alike; how far apart in views, in experience, in aims we were. And while I made a mock in my heart of their

highflown sentimentsor thought I didI laughed no less at the folly which had led me to dream, even for

a, moment, that I could, at my age, go backgo back and risk all for a whim, a scruple, the fancy of a lonely

I daresay something of this showed in my face; for Madame's eyes mirrored a dim reflection of trouble as she

looked at me, and Mademoiselle talked nervously and at random. At any rate, I fancied so, and I hastened to

compose myself; and the two, in pressing upon me the simple dainties of the table soon forgot, or appeared to

Yet in spite of this CONTRETEMPS, that first meal had a strange charm for me. The round table whereat we

dined was spread inside the open door which led to the garden, so that the October sunshine fell full on the

spotless linen and quaint old plate, and the fresh balmy air filled the room with the scent of sweet herbs.

Louis served us with the mien of a majordomo, and set on each dish as though it had been a peacock or a

mess of ortolans. The woods provided the larger portion of our meal; the garden did its part; the confections

Byandby, as the meal went on, as Louis trod to and fro across the polished floor, and the last insects of

summer hummed sleepily outside, and the two gracious faces continued to smile at me out of the gloomfor

the ladies sat with their backs to the doorI began to dream again, I began to sink again into folly, that was

halfpleasure, halfpain. The fury of the gaminghouse and the riot of Zaton's seemed far away. The

triumphs of the fencingroomeven they grew cheap and tawdry. I thought of existence as one outside it, I

balanced this against that, and wondered whether, after all, the red soutane were so much better than the

And life at Cocheforet was all after the pattern of this dinner. Each day, I might almost say each meal, gave

rise to the same sequence of thoughts. In Clon's presence, or when some word of Madame's, unconsciously

harsh, reminded me of the distance between us, I was myself. At other times, in face of this peaceful and

intimate life, which was only rendered possible by the remoteness of the place and the peculiar circumstances

in which the ladies stood, I felt a strange weakness, The loneliness of the woods that encircled the house, and

only here and there afforded a distant glimpse of snowclad peaks; the absence of any link to bind me to the

old life, so that at intervals it seemed unreal; the remoteness of the great world, all tended to sap my will and

On the fourth day after my coming, however, something happened to break the spell. It chanced that I came

late to dinner, and entered the room hastily and without ceremony, expecting to find Madame and her sister

already seated. Instead, I found them talking in a low tone by the open door, with every mark of disorder in

their appearance; while Clon and Louis stood at a little distance with downcast faces and perplexed looks.

I had time to see all this, and then my entrance wrought a sudden change. Clon and Louis sprang to attention;

Madame and her sister came to the table and sat down, and all made a shallow pretence of being at their ease.

But Mademoiselle's face was pale, her hand trembled; and though Madame's greater selfcommand enabled

her to carry off the matter better, I saw that she was not herself. Once or twice she spoke harshly to Louis; she

fell at other times into a brown study; and when she thought that I was not watching her, her face wore a look

I wondered what all this meant; and I wondered more when, after the meal, the two walked in the garden for

an hour with Clon. Mademoiselle came from this interview alone, and I was sure that she had been weeping.

Madame and the dark porter stayed outside some time longer; then she, too, came in, and disappeared.

Clon did not return with her, and when I went into the garden five minutes later, Louis also had vanished.

Save for two women who sat sewing at an upper window, the house seemed to be deserted. Not a sound

broke the afternoon stillness of room or garden, and yet I felt that more was happening in this silence than

appeared on the surface. I begin to grow curious suspicious, and presently slipped out myself by way of

the stables, and skirting the wood at the back of the house, gained with a little trouble the bridge which

Turning round at this point I could see the house, and I moved a little aside into the underwood, and stood

gazing at the windows, trying to unriddle the matter. It was not likely that M. de Cocheforet would repeat his

visit so soon; and, besides, the women's emotions had been those of pure dismay and grief, unmixed with any

of the satisfaction to which such a meeting, though snatched by stealth, must give rise. I discarded my first

thought thereforethat he had returned unexpectedlyand I sought for another solution.

But no other was on the instant forthcoming. The windows remained obstinately blind, no figures appeared

on the terrace, the garden lay deserted, and without life. My departure had not, as I half expected it would,

I watched awhile, at times cursing my own meanness; but the excitement of the moment and the quest tided

me over that. Then I determined to go down into the village and see whether anything was moving there. I

had been down to the inn once, and had been received half sulkily, half courteously, as a person privileged at

the great house, and therefore to be accepted. It would not be thought odd if I went again, and after a

This, where it ran through the wood, was so densely shaded that the sun penetrated to it little, and in patches

only. A squirrel stirred at times, sliding round a trunk, or scampering across the dry leaves. Occasionally a

pig grunted and moved farther into the wood. But the place was very quiet, and I do not know how it was that

He was walking along the path before me with his eyes on the groundwalking so slowly, and with his lean

frame so bent that I might have supposed him ill if I had not remarked the steady movement of his head from

right to left, and the alert touch with which he now and again displaced a clod of earth or a cluster of leaves.

Byandby he rose stiffly, and looked round him suspiciously; but by that time I had slipped behind a trunk,

and was not to be seen; and after a brief interval he went back to his task, stooping over it more closely, if

By that time I had made up my mind that he was tracking someone. But whom? I could not make a guess at

that. I only knew that the plot was thickening, and began to feel the eagerness of the chase. Of course, if the

matter had not to do with Cocheforet, it was no affair of mine; but though it seemed unlikely that anything

could bring him back so soon, he might still be at the bottom of this. And, besides, I felt a natural curiosity.

When Clon at last improved his pace, and went on to the village, I took up his task. I called to mind all the

woodlore I had ever learned, and scanned trodden mould and crushed leaves with eager eyes. But in vain. I

could make nothing of it all, and rose at last with an aching back and no advantage.

I did not go on to the village after that, but returned to the house, where I found Madame pacing the garden.

She looked up eagerly on hearing my step; and I was mistaken if she was not disappointedif she had not

been expecting someone else. She hid the feeling bravely, however, and met me with a careless word; but she

turned to the house more than once while we talked, and she seemed to be all the while on the watch, and

uneasy. I was not surprised when Clon's figure presently appeared in the doorway, and she left me abruptly,

and went to him. I only felt more certain than before that there was something strange on foot. What it was,

and whether it had to do with M. de Cocheforet, I could not tell. But there it was, and I grew more curious the

'Is heis he not a little mad?" I ventured. I wanted to make her talk and forget herself.

'You do not like him?' she said, a note of challenge in her voice. 'I have noticed that, Monsieur.'

'He is less trustful than we are,' she answered naively. 'It is natural that he should be. He has seen more of the

'I was looking for him a little while ago, and I could not find him,' I said, after a pause

I longed to pursue the matter further; but though she seemed to entertain no suspicion of me, I dared not run

'No?' she answered carelessly. 'Well, now you speak of it, I do not think that she is. She is often anxious

She uttered the last words with a little hesitation, and looked at me quickly when she had spoken them. We

were sitting at the moment on a stone seat which had the wall of the house for a back; and, fortunately, I was

toying with the branch of a creeping plant that hung over it, so that she could not see more than the side of

my face. For I knew that it altered. Over my voice, however, I had more control, and I hastened to answer,

'He is at Bosost, in Spain. You knew that, I conclude?' she said, with a certain sharpness. And she looked me

'I suppose you have heard, too, that hethat he sometimes crosses the border?' she continued in a low voice,

but with a certain ring of insistence in her tone. 'Or, if you have not heard it, you guess it?'

I was in a quandary, and grew, in one second, hot all over. Uncertain what amount of knowledge I ought to

'I should be surprised if he did not,' I answered, with a bow, 'being, as he is, so close, and having such an

She drew a long, shivering sigh, at the thought of his peril, I fancied, and she sat back against the wall. Nor

'The afternoons are growing chilly,' she said; 'I will go in and see how Mademoiselle is. Sometimes she does

not come to supper. If she cannot descend this evening, I am afraid that you must excuse me too, Monsieur.'

I said what was right, and watched her go in; and, as I did so, I loathed my errand, and the mean contemptible

curiosity which it had planted in my mind, more than at any former time. These womenI could find it in

my heart to hate them for their frankness, for their foolish confidence, and the silly trustfulness that made

NOM DE DIEU! What did the woman mean by telling me all this? To meet me in such a way, to disarm one

by such methods, was to take an unfair advantage. It put a vileay, the vilestaspect, on the work I had to

Yet it was very odd! What could M. de Cocheforet mean by returning so soon, if M. de Cocheforet was here?

And, on the other hand, if it was not his unexpected presence that had so upset the house, what was the

secret? Whom had Clon been tracking? And what was the cause of Madame's anxiety? In a few minutes I

began to grow curious again; and, as the ladies did not appear at supper, I had leisure to give my brain full

licence, and, in the course of an hour, thought of a hundred keys to the mystery. But none exactly fitted the

A false alarm that evening helped to puzzle me still more. I was sitting about an hour after supper, on the

same seat in the gardenI had my cloak and was smokingwhen Madame came out like a ghost, and,

without seeing me, flitted away through the darkness toward the stables. For a moment I hesitated, and then I

followed her. She went down the path and round the stables, and, so far, I saw nothing strange in her actions;

but when she had in this way gained the rear of the west wing, she took a track through the thicket to the east

of the house again, and so came back to the garden. This gained, she came up the path and went in through

the parlour door, and disappearedalter making a clear circuit of the house, and not once pausing or looking

to right or left! I confess I was fairly baffled. I sank back on the seat I had left, and said to myself that this

was the lamest of all conclusions. I was sure that she had exchanged no word with anyone. I was equally sure

that she had not detected my presence behind her. Why, then, had she made this strange promenade, alone,

unprotected, an hour after nightfall? No dog had bayed, no one had moved, she had not once paused, or

listened, like a person expecting a rencontre. I could not make it out. And I came no nearer to solving it,

In the morning, neither of the ladies descended to dinner, and I heard that Mademoiselle was not so well.

After a lonely meal, therefore I missed them more than I should have supposedI retired to my favourite

The day was fine, and the garden pleasant. Sitting there with my eyes on the old fashioned herbbeds, with

the oldfashioned scents in the air, and the dark belt of trees bounding the view on either side, I could believe

that I had been out of Paris not three weeks, but three months. The quiet lapped me round. I could fancy that I

had never loved anything else. The wooddoves cooed in the stillness; occasionally the harsh cry of a jay

On a sudden, as if in a dream, I saw Clon's face peering at me round the angle of the parlour door. He looked,

and in a moment withdrew, and I heard whispering. The door was gently closed. Then all was still again.

But I was wide awake now, and thinking. Clearly the people of the house wished to assure themselves that I

was asleep and safely out of the way. As clearly, it was to my interest to be in the way. Giving place to the

temptation, I rose quietly, and, stooping below the level of the windows, slipped round the east end of the

house, passing between it and the great yew hedge. Here I found all still and no one stirring; so, keeping a

wary eye about me, I went on round the housereversing the route which Madame had taken the night

beforeuntil I gained the rear of the stables. Here I had scarcely paused a second to scan the ground before

They stood a brief while outside and looked up and down. Then Madame said something to the man, and he

nodded. Leaving him standing where he was, she crossed the grass with a quick, light step, and vanished

In a moment my mind was made up to follow; and, as Clon turned at once and went in, I was able to do so

before it was too late. Bending low among the shrubs, I ran hotfoot to the point where Madame had entered

the wood. Here I found a narrow path, and ran nimbly along it, and presently saw her grey robe fluttering

among the trees before me. It only remained to keep out of her sight and give her no chance of discovering

that she was followed; and this I set myself to do. Once or twice she glanced round, but the wood was of

beech, the light which passed between the leaves was mere twilight, and my clothes were darkcoloured. I

had every advantage, therefore, and little to fear as long as I could keep her in view and still remain myself at

Assured that she was on her way to meet her husband, whom my presence kept from the house, I felt that the

crisis had come at last, and I grew more excited with each step I took. I detested the task of watching her; it

filled me with peevish disgust. But in proportion as I hated it I was eager to have it done and be done with it,

and succeed, and stuff my ears and begone from the scene. When she presently came to the verge of the

beech wood, and, entering a little open clearing, seemed to loiter, I went cautiously. This, I thought, must be

the rendezvous; and I held back warily, looking to see him step out of the thicket.

But he did not, and byandby she quickened her pace. She crossed the open and entered a wide ride cut

through a low, dense wood of alder and dwarf oaka wood so closely planted and so intertwined with hazel

and elder and box that the branches rose like a solid wall, twelve feet high, on either side of the track.

Down this she passed, and I stood and watched her go, for I dared not follow. The ride stretched away as

straight as a line for four or five hundred yards, a green path between green walls. To enter it was to be

immediately detected, if she turned, while the thicket itself permitted no passage. I stood baffled and raging,

and watched her pass along. It seemed an age before she at last reached the end, and, turning sharply to the

I waited then no longer. I started off, and, running as lightly and quietly as I could, I sped down the green

alley. The sun shone into it, the trees kept off the wind, and between heat and haste I sweated finely. But the

turf was soft, and the ground fell slightly, and in little more than a minute I gained the end. Fifty yards short

of the turning I stopped, and, stealing on, looked cautiously the way she had gone.

I saw before me a second ride, the twin of the other, and a hundred and fifty paces down it her grey figure

tripping on between the green hedges. I stood and took breath, and cursed the wood and the heat and

Madame's wariness. We must have come a league, or twothirds of a league, at least. How far did the man

expect her to plod to meet him? I began to grow angry. There is moderation even in the cooking of eggs, and

Presently she turned the corner and was gone again, and I had to repeat my manoeuvre. This time, surely, I

should find a change. But no! Another green ride stretched away into the depths of the forest, with hedges of

varying shadeshere light and there dark, as hazel and elder, or thorn, and yew and box prevailedbut

always high and stiff and impervious. Halfway down the ride Madame's figure tripped steadily on, the only

moving thing in sight. I wondered, stood, and, when she vanished, followedonly to find that she had entered

And so it went on for quite half an hour. Sometimes Madame turned to the right, sometimes to the left. The

maze seemed to be endless. Once or twice I wondered whether she had lost her way, and was merely seeking

to return. But her steady, purposeful gait, her measured pace, forbade the idea. I noticed, too, that she seldom

looked behind herrarely to right or left. Once the ride down which she passed was carpeted not with green,

but with the silvery, sheeny leaves of some creeping plant that in the distance had a shimmer like that of

water at evening. As she trod this, with her face to the low sun, her tall grey figure had a pure air that for the

moment startled meshe looked unearthly. Then I swore in scorn of myself, and at the next corner I had my

reward. She was no longer walking on. She had stopped, I found, and seated herself on a fallen tree that lay in

For some time I stood in ambush watching her, and with each minute I grew more impatient. At last I began

to doubtto have strange thoughts. The green walls were growing dark. The sun was sinking; a sharp, white

peak, miles and miles away, which closed the vista of the ride, began to flush and colour rosily. Finally, but

not before I had had leisure to grow uneasy, she stood up and walked on more slowly. I waited, as usual, until

the next turning hid her. Then I hastened after her, and, warily passing round the corner came face to face

I knew all in a moment saw all in a flash: that she had fooled me, tricked me, lured me away. Her face was

white with scorn, her eyes blazed; her figure, as she confronted me, trembled with anger and infinite

'You spy!' she cried. 'You hound! Yougentleman! Oh, MON DIEU! if you are one of usif you are really

not of the CANAILLEwe shall pay for this some day! We shall pay a heavy reckoning in the time to

come! I did not think,' she continued, and her every syllable was like the lash of a whip, 'that there was

I stammered somethingI do not know what. Her words burned into meinto my heart! Had she been a

'You thought that you deceived me yesterday,' she continued, lowering her tone, but with no lessening of the

passion, the contempt, the indignation, which curled her lip and gave fullness to her voice. 'You plotter! You

surface trickster! You thought it an easy task to delude a womanyou find yourself deluded. God give you

shame that you may suffer!' she continued mercilessly. 'You talked of Clon, but Clon beside you is the most

'Madame,' I said hoarselyand I know that my face was grey as ashes'let us understand one another.'

'Fie! Madame,' I said, trembling. But then, you are a woman. That should cost a man his life!'

'You say well,' she retorted. 'I am not a manand if you are one, thank God for it. Neither am I Madame.

Madame de Cocheforet has spent this afternoonthanks to your absence and your imbecilitywith her

husband. Yes, I hope that hurts you!' she went on, savagely snapping her little white teeth together. 'I hope

that stings you; to spy and do vile work, and do it ill, Monsieur MouchardMonsieur de Mouchard, I should

'You are not Madame de Cocheforet?' I cried, stunned, even in the midst of my shame and rage, by this blow.

'No, Monsieur!' she answered grimly. 'I am not! I am not. And permit me to point outfor we do not all lie

easilythat I never said I was. You deceived yourself so skilfully that we had no need to trick you.'

'Is Madame!' she cried. 'Yes, and I am Mademoiselle de Cocheforet. And in that character, and in all others, I

beg from this moment to close our acquaintance, sir. When we meet again if we ever do meet, which God

forbid!' she went on, her eyes sparkling'do not presume to speak to me, or I will have you flogged by the

grooms. And do not stain our roof by sleeping under it again. You may lie tonight in the inn. It shall not be

said that Cocheforet,' she continued proudly, 'returned even treachery with inhospitality; and I will give

orders to that end. But tomorrow begone back to your master, like the whipped cur you are! Spy and

With those last words she moved away. I would have said something, I could almost have found it in my

heart to stop her and make her hear. Nay, I had dreadful thoughts; for I was the stronger, and I might have

done with her as I pleased. But she swept by me so fearlessly, as I might pass some loathsome cripple on the

road, that I stood turned to stone. Without looking at me, without turning her head to see whether I followed

or remained, or what I did, she went steadily down the track until the trees and the shadow and the growing

And full of black rage! Had she only reproached me, or, turning on me in the hour of MY victory, said all that

she had now said in the moment of her own, I could have borne it. She might have shamed me then, and I

might have taken the shame to myself and forgiven her. But, as it was, I stood there in the gathering dusk,

between the darkening hedges, baffled, tricked, defeated! And by a woman! She had pitted her wits against

mine, her woman's will against my experience, and she had come off the victor. And then she had reviled me!

As I took it all in, and began to comprehend also the more remote results, and how completely her move had

made further progress on my part impossible, I hated her. She had tricked me with her gracious ways and her

slowcoming smile. And, after allfor what she had saidit was this man's life or mine. 'What had I done

that another man would not do? MON DIEU! in the future there was nothing I would not do. I would make

Still, hot as I was, an hour might have restored me to coolness. But when I started to return, I fell into a fresh

rage, for I remembered that I did not know my way out of the maze of rides and paths into which she had

drawn me; and this and the mishaps which followed, kept my rage hot. For a full hour I wandered in the

wood, unable, though I knew where the village lay, to find any track which led continuously in one direction.

Whenever, at the end of each attempt, the thicket brought me up short, I fancied that I heard her laughing on

the farther side of the brake; and the ignominy of this chance punishment, and the check which the

confinement placed on my rage, almost maddened me. In the darkness I fell, and rose cursing; I tore my

hands with thorns; I stained my suit, which had suffered sadly once before. At length, when I had almost

resigned myself to lie in the wood, I caught sight of the lights of the village, and, trembling between haste

The lights of the inn shone only fifty yards away; but before I could show myself even there pride suggested

that I should do something to repair my clothes. I stopped, and scraped and brushed them; and, at the same

time, did what I could to compose my features. Then I advanced to the door and knocked. Almost on the

I raised the latch and went in. The man was alone, squatting over the fire warming his hands. A black pot

simmered on the ashes, As I entered he raised the lid and peeped inside. Then he glanced over his shoulder.

'You expected me?' I said defiantly, walking to the hearth, and setting one of my damp boots on the logs.

'Yes,' he answered, nodding curtly. 'Your supper is just ready. I thought that you would be in about this time.'

'Mademoiselle de Cocheforet told you,' I said, affecting indifference, 'where I was?'

So she had told him; where she had left me, and how she had tricked me! She had, made me the village

laughingstock ! My rage flashed out afresh at the thought, and, at the sight of his mocking face, I raised my

But he read the threat in my eyes, and was up in a moment, snarling, with his hand on his knife.

'Not again, Monsieur!' he cried, in his vile patois. 'My head is sore still. raise your hand and I will rip you up

He rose sullenly, and, fetching a platter, poured the mess of broth and vegetables into it. Then he went to a

cupboard and brought out a loaf of black bread and a measure of wine, and set them also on the table.

He flamed into sudden passion at that. Leaning with both his hands on the table he thrust his rugged face and

'Hark ye, sirrah!' he muttered, with sullen emphasis, 'be content! I have my suspicions. And if it were not for

my lady's orders I would put a knife into you, fair or foul, this very night. You would lie snug outside, instead

of inside, and I do not think anyone would be the worse. But as it is, be content. Keep a still tongue; and

'Tut! tut!' I saidbut I confess that I was a little out of countenance. 'Threatened men live long, you rascal!'

He straightened himself with that, nodded once, and went back to the fire; and I shrugged my shoulders and

began to eat, affecting to forget his presence. The logs on the hearth burned sullenly, and gave no light. The

poor oillamp, casting weird shadows from wall to wall, served only to discover the darkness. The room,

with its low roof and earthen floor, and foul clothes flung here and there, reeked of stale meals and garlic and

vile cooking. I thought of the parlour at Cocheforet, and the dainty table, and the stillness, and the scented

potherbs; and though I was too old a soldier to eat the worse because my spoon lacked washing, I felt the

The landlord, watching me stealthily from his place by the hearth, read my thoughts and chuckled aloud.

'Palace fare, palace manners!' he muttered scornfully. 'Set a beggar on horseback, and he will rideback to

I rose, without deigning to reply, and, going to the fire, drew off my boots, which were wet through. He, on

the instant, swept off the wine and loaf to the cupboard, and then, coming back for the platter I had used, took

it, opened the back door, and went out, leaving the door ajar. The draught which came in beat the flame of the

lamp this way and that, and gave the dingy, gloomy room an air still more miserable. I rose angrily from the

But when I reached it, I saw something, between door and jamb, which stayed my hand. The door led to a

shed in which the housewife washed pots and the like. I felt some surprise, therefore, when I found a light

She was seated on the mud floor, with a rushlight before her, and on either side of her a highpiled heap of

refuse and rubbish. From one of these, at the moment I caught sight of her, she was sorting thingshorrible

filthy sweepings of road or floorto the other; shaking and sifting each article as she passed it across, and

then taking up another and repeating the action with it, and so onall minutely, warily, with an air of so

much patience and persistence that I stood wondering. Some thingsragsshe held up between her eyes

and the light, some she passed through her fingers, some she fairly tore in pieces. And all the time her

husband stood watching her greedily, my platter still in his hand, as if her strange occupation fascinated him.

I stood looking, also, for half a minute, perhaps; then the man's eye, raised for a single second to the

doorway, met mine. He started, muttered something to his wife, and, quick as thought, he kicked the light

out, leaving the shed in darkness. Cursing him for an illconditioned fellow, I walked back to the fire,

laughing. In a twinkling he followed me, his face dark with rage. 'VENTRESAINTGRIS!' he exclaimed,

'It is, for me,' I answered coolly, shrugging my shoulders. 'And his wife: if she likes to pick dirty rags at this

I was angry enough at bottom, but I had nothing to gain by quarrelling with the fellow; and I curtly bade him

'You are right there,' he answered spitefully. 'What matter, after all, since you leave tomorrow at six? Your

'I will go to it,' I retorted. 'I want none of your company. Give me a light, fellow!'

He obeyed reluctantly, and, glad to turn my back on him, I went up the ladder, still wondering faintly, in the

midst of my annoyance, what his wife was about that my chance detection of her had so enraged him. Even

now he was not quite himself. He followed me with abuse, and, deprived by my departure of any other means

of showing his spite, fell to shouting through the floor, bidding me remember six o'clock, and be stirring;

The sight of my belongingswhich I had left a few hours before at the Chateaustrewn about the floor of

this garret, went some way towards firing me again. But I was worn out. The indignities and mishaps of the

evening had, for once, crushed my spirit, and after swearing an oath or two I began to pack my bags.

Vengeance I would have; but the time and manner I left for daylight thought. Beyond six o'clock in the

morning I did not look forward; and if I longed for anything it was for a little of the good Armagnac I had

wasted on those louts of merchants in the kitchen below. It might have done me good now.

I had wearily strapped up one bag, and nearly filled the other, when I came upon something which did, for the

moment, rouse the devil in me. This was the tiny orangecoloured sachet which Mademoiselle had dropped

the night I first saw her at the inn, and which, it will be remembered, I picked up. Since that night I had not

seen it, and had as good as forgotten it. Now, as I folded up my other doublet, the one I had then been

The sight of it recalled allthat night, and Mademoiselle's face in the lantern light, and my fine plans, and

the end of them; and, in a fit of childish fury, the outcome of long suppressed passion, I snatched up the

sachet from the floor and tore it across and across, and flung the pieces down. As they fell, a cloud of fine

pungent dust burst from them, and with the dust, something more solid, which tinkled sharply on the boards,

as it fell. I looked down to see what this was perhaps I already repented of my act; but for a moment I

In certain moods, however, a man is obstinate about small things, and I moved the taper nearer. As I did so a

point of light, a flashing sparkle that shone for a second among the dirt and refuse on the floor, caught my

eye. It was gone in a moment, but I had seen it. I stared, and moved the light again, and the spark flashed out

afresh, this time in a different place. Much puzzled, I knelt, and, in a twinkling, found a tiny crystal. Hard by

it lay anotherand another; each as large as a fairsized pea. I took up the three, and rose to my feet again,

They were diamonds! Diamonds of price! I knew it in a moment. As I moved the taper to and fro above them,

and watched the fire glow and tremble in their depths, I knew that I held in my hand that which would buy

the crazy inn and all its contents a dozen times over! They were diamonds! Gems so fine, and of so rare a

wateror I had never seen gemsthat my hand trembled as I held them, and my head grew hot and my

heart beat furiously. For a moment I thought that I dreamed, that my fancy played me some trick; and I closed

my eyes and did not open them again for a minute. But when I did, there they were, hard, real, and angular.

Convinced at last, in a maze of joy and fear, I closed my hand upon them, and, stealing on tiptoe to the

trapdoor, laid first my saddle on it and then my bags, and over all my cloak, breathing fast the while.

Then I stole back, and, taking up the light again, began to search the floor, patiently, inch by inch, with naked

feet, every sound making me tremble as I crept hither and thither over the creaking boards. And never was

search more successful or better paid. In the fragments of the sachet I found six smaller diamonds and a pair

of rubies. Eight large diamonds I found on the floor. One, the largest and last found, had bounded away, and

lay against the wall in the farthest corner. It took me an hour to run that one to earth; but afterwards I spent

another hour on my hands and knees before I gave up the search, and, satisfied at last that I had collected all,

sat down on my saddle on the trapdoor, and, by the last flickering light of a candle which I had taken from

Hardly could I believe in its reality, even now. Recalling the jewels which the English Duke of Buckingham

wore on the occasion of his visit to Paris in 1625, and whereof there was so much talk, I took these to be as

fine, though less in number. They should be worth fifteen thousand crowns, more or less. Fifteen thousand

crowns! And I held them in the hollow of my handI, who was scarcely worth ten thousand sous.

The candle going out cut short my admiration. Left in the dark with these precious atoms, my first thought

was hour I might dispose of them safely; which I did, for the time, by secreting them in the lining of my boot.

My second thought turned on the question how they had come where I had found them, among the powdered

A minute's reflection enabled me to come very near the secret, and at the same time shed a flood of light on

several dark places, What Clon had been seeking on the path between the house and the village, what the

goodwife of the inn had sought among the sweepings of yard and floor, I knew now the sachetknew, too,

what had caused the marked and sudden anxiety I had noticed at the Chateauthe loss of this sachet.

And there for a while I came to a check But one step more up the ladder of thought brought all in view. In a

flash I guessed how the jewels had come to be in the sachet; and that it was not Mademoiselle but M. de

Cocheforet who had mislaid them. I thought this last discovery so important that I began to pace the room

Doubtless he had dropped the jewels in the hurry of his start from the inn that night! Doubtless, too, he had

carried them in that bizarre hidingplace for the sake of safety, considering it unlikely that robbers, if he fell

into their hands, would take the sachet from him; as still less likely that they would suspect it to contain

anything of value. Everywhere it would pass for a lovegift, the work of his mistress.

Nor did my penetration stop there. I guessed that the gems were family property, the last treasure of the

house; and that M. de Cocheforet, when I saw him at the inn, was on his way to convey them out of the

country; either to secure them from seizure by the Government, or to raise money by selling themmoney to

be spent in some last desperate enterprise. For a day or two, perhaps, after leaving Cocheforet, while the

mountain road and its chances occupied his thoughts, he had not discovered his loss. Then he had searched

The longer I considered the circumstances the more certain I was that I had hit on the true solution; and all

that night I sat wakeful in the darkness, pondering what I should do. The stones, unset as they were, could

never be identified, never be claimed. The channel by which they had come to my hands could never be

traced. To all intents they were mine; mine, to do with as I pleased! Fifteen thousand crowns, perhaps twenty

thousand crowns, and I to leave at six in the morning, whether I would or no! I might leave for Spain with the

I confess I was tempted. And indeed the gems were so fine that I doubt not some indifferently honest men

would have sold salvation for them. Buta Berault his honour? No. I was tempted, I say; but not for long.

Thank God, a man may be reduced to living by the fortunes of the dice, and may even be called by a woman

'spy' and 'coward,' without becoming a thief! The temptation soon left meI take credit for itand I fell to

thinking of this and that plan for making use of them. Once it occurred to me to take the jewels to the

Cardinal and buy my pardon with them; again, to use them as a trap to capture Cocheforet; again, toand

then, about five in the morning, as I sat up on my wretched pallet, while the first light stole slowly in through

the cobwebbed, haystuffed lattice, there came to me the real plan, the plan of plans, on which I acted.

It charmed me I smacked my lips over it, and hugged myself, and felt my eyes dilate in the darkness, as I

conned it. It seemed cruel, it seemed mean; I cared nothing. Mademoiselle had boasted of her victory over

me, of her woman's wits and her acuteness and of my dullness. She had said that her grooms should flog me.

She had rated me as if I had been a dog. Very well; we would see now whose brains were the better, whose

The one thing required by my plan was that I should get speech with her; that done, I could trust myself and

my newfound weapon for the rest. But that was absolutely necessary, and, seeing that there might be some

difficulty about it, I determined to descend as if my mind were made up to go; then, on pretence of saddling

my horse, I would slip away on foot, and lie in wait near the Chateau until I saw her come out. Or if I could

not effect my purpose in that wayeither by reason of the landlord's vigilance, or for any other causemy

course was still easy. I would ride away, and when I had proceeded a mile or so, tie up my horse in the forest

and return to the wooden bridge. Thence I could watch the garden and front of the Chateau until time and

So I saw my way quite clearly; and when the fellow below called me, reminding me rudely that I must be

going, and that it was six o'clock, I was ready with my answer. I shouted sulkily that I was coming, and, after

Viewed by the light of a cold morning, the innroom looked more smoky, more grimy, more wretched than

when I had last seen it. The goodwife was not visible. The fire was not lighted. No provision, not so much as

'Are you going to send me out fasting?' I said, affecting a worse humour than I felt.

The landlord was standing by the window, stooping over a great pair of frayed and furrowed thighboots

'Well it does not much matter,' I replied grandly. 'I shall be at Auch by noon.'

I did not understand him, but I had something else to think about, and I opened the door and stepped out,

intending to go to the stable. Then in a second I comprehended. The cold air laden with woodland moisture

met me and went to my bones; but it was not that which made me shiver. Outside the door, in the road, sitting

on horseback in silence, were two men. One was Clon. The other, who had a spare horse by the reinmy

horse was a man I had seen at the inn, a rough, shockheaded, hardbitten fellow. Both were armed, and

Clon was booted. His mate rode barefoot, with a rusty spur strapped to one heel.

The moment I saw them a sure and certain fear crept into my mind: it was that which made me shiver But I

did not speak to them. I went in again and closed the door behind me. The landlord was putting on his boots.

'What does this mean?' I said hoarselythough I had a clear prescience of what was coming. 'Why are these

'Whose?' he answered bluntly. 'Well, Monsieur, that is my business. Enough that we mean to see you out of

'Monsieur will go,' he answered coolly. 'There are no strangers in the village today,' he added, with a

But behind the rage was something elseI will not call it terror, for the brave feel no terror but it was near

akin to it. I had had to do with rough men all my life, but there was a grimness and truculence in the aspect of

these three that shook me. When I thought of the dark paths and narrow lanes and cliff sides we must

'Kidnap you, Monsieur?' he answered, with an everyday air. 'That is as you please to call it. One thing is

certain, however,' he continued, maliciously touching an arquebuss which he had brought out, and set upright

against a chair while I was at the door; if you attempt the slightest resistance, we shall know how to put an

I drew a deep breath, the very imminence of the danger restoring me to the use of my faculties. I changed my

'So that is your plan, is it?' I said. 'The sooner we start the better, then. And the sooner I see Auch and your

I could not restrain a slight shiver. His newborn politeness alarmed me more than his threats. I knew the

But I had no pistols, and only my sword and knife, and I knew that resistance at this point must be worse than

vain. I went out jauntily, therefore, the landlord coming after me with my saddle and bags.

The street was empty, save for the two waiting horsemen who sat in their saddles looking doggedly before

them, The sun had not yet risen, the air was raw. The sky was grey, cloudy, and cold. My thoughts flew back

to the morning on which I had found the sachetat that very spot, almost at that very hour, and for a

moment I grew warm again at the thought of the little packet I carried in my boot. But the landlord's dry

manner, the sullen silence of his two companions, whose eyes steadily refused to meet mine, chilled me

again. For an instant the impulse to refuse to mount, to refuse to go, was almost irresistible; then, knowing

the madness of such a course, which might, and probably would, give the men the chance they desired, I

'I wonder you do not want my sword,' I said by way of sarcasm, as I swung myself up.

'We are not afraid of it,' the innkeeper answered gravely. 'You may keep itfor the present.'

I made no answerwhat answer had I to make?and we rode at a footpace down the street; he and I

leading, Clon and the shockheaded man bringing up the rear. The leisurely mode of our departure, the

absence of hurry or even haste, the men's indifference whether they were seen, or what was thought, all

served to sink my spirits and deepen my sense of peril. I felt that they suspected me, that they more than half

guessed the nature of my errand at Cocheforet, and that they were not minded to be bound by Mademoiselle's

orders. In particular, I augured the worst from Clon's appearance. His lean malevolent face and sunken eyes,

We rode soberly, so that nearly half an hour elapsed before we gained the brow from which I had taken my

first look at Cocheforet. Among the dwarf oaks whence I had viewed the valley we paused to breathe our

horses, and the strange feelings with which I looked back on the scene may be imagined. But I had short time

for indulging in sentiment or recollections. A curt word, and we were moving again.

A quarter of a mile farther on, the road to Auch dipped into the valley. When we were already half way down

I saw that he would have me turn into a bypath leading southwestwardsa mere track, faint and little

trodden and encroached on by trees, which led I knew not whither. I checked my horse.

'Why?' I said rebelliously. 'Do you think I do not know the road? The road we are in is the way to Auch.'

'Yes, but I will know now!' I retorted, passion getting the better of me. 'I have come so far with you. You will

'Hand you over to some friends of ours,' he answered curtly, 'if you behave yourself. If not, there is a shorter

way, and one that will save us some travelling. Make up your mind, Monsieur. Which shall it be?'

So that was their plan. Two or three hours to the southward, the long, white, glittering wall stretched east and

west above the brown woods. Beyond that lay Spain. Once across the border, I might be detained, if no worse

happened to me, as a prisoner of war; for we were then at war with Spain on the Italian side. Or I might be

handed over to one of the savage bands, half smugglers, half brigands, that held the passes; or be delivered,

worse fate of all, into the power of the French exiles, of whom some would be likely to recognise me and cut

'It is a long way into Spain,' I muttered, watching in a kind of fascination Clon handling his pistols.

'I think you will find the other road longer still,' the landlord answered grimly. 'But choose, and be quick

'Well, if I must I must?' I cried, making up my mind with seeming recklessness. 'VOGUE LA GALERE!

The men nodded, as much as to say that they had known what the end would be; the landlord released my

rein; and in a trice we were riding down the narrow track, with our faces set towards the mountains.

On one point my mind was now more easy. The men meant fairly by me, and I had no longer to fear, as I had

feared, a pistolshot in the back at the first convenient ravine. As far as that went, I might ride in peace. On

the other hand, if I let them carry me across the border my fate was sealed. A man set down without

credentials or guards among the wild desperadoes who swarmed in wartime in the Asturian passes might

consider himself fortunate if an easy death fell to his lot. In my case I could make a shrewd guess what would

happen. A single nod of meaning, one muttered word, dropped among the savage men with whom I should be

left, and the diamonds hidden in my boot would go neither to the Cardinal nor back to Mademoisellenor

So while the others talked in their taciturn fashion, or sometimes grinned at my gloomy face, I looked out

over the brown woods with eyes that saw yet did not see. The red squirrel swarming up the trunk, the startled

pigs that rushed away grunting from their feast of mast, the solitary rider who met us, armed to the teeth, and

passed northwards after whispering with the landlordall these I saw. But my mind was not with them. It

was groping and feeling about like a hunted mole for some way of escape. For time pressed. The slope we

were on was growing steeper. Byandby we fell into a southward valley, and began to follow it steadily

upwards, crossing and recrossing a swiftly rushing stream. The snow peaks began to be hidden behind the

rising bulk of hills that overhung us, and sometimes we could see nothing before or behind but the wooded

walls of our valley rising sheer and green a thousand paces high on either hand; with grey rocks half masked

It was a wild and sombre scene even at that hour, with the midday sun shining on the rushing water and

drawing the scent out of the pines; but I knew that there was worse to come, and sought desperately for some

ruse by which I might at least separate the men. Three were too many; with one I might deal. At last, when I

had cudgelled my brain for an hour, and almost resigned myself to a sudden charge on the men

singlehandeda last desperate resort I thought of a plan: dangerous, too, and almost desperate, but

which still seemed to promise something. It came of my fingers resting, as they lay in my pocket, on the

fragments of the orange sachet; which, without having any particular design in my mind, I had taken care to

bring with me. I had torn the sachet into four piecesfour corners. As I played mechanically with them, one

of my fingers fitted into one, as into a glove; a second finger into another. And the plan came.

Before I could move in it, however, I had to wait until we stopped to bait the flagging horses, which we did

about noon at the head of the valley. Then, pretending to drink from the stream, I managed to secure unseen a

handful of pebbles, slipping them into the same pocket with the morsels of stuff. On getting to horse again, I

carefully fitted a pebble, not too tightly, into the largest scrap, and made ready for the attempt.

The landlord rode on my left, abreast of me; the other two knaves behind. The road at this stage favoured me,

for the valley, which drained the bare uplands that lay between the lower hills and the base of the real

mountains, had become wide and shallow. Here were no trees, and the path was a mere sheeptrack covered

with short, crisp grass, and running sometimes on this bank of the stream and sometimes on that.

I waited until the ruffian beside me turned to speak to the men behind. The moment he did so, and his eyes

were averted, I slipped out the scrap of satin in which I had placed the pebble, and balancing it carefully on

my right thigh as I rode, I flipped it forward with all the strength of my thumb and finger. I meant it to fall a

few paces before us in the path, where it could be seen. But alas for my hopes! At the critical moment my

horse started, my finger struck the scrap aslant, the pebble flew out, and the bit of stuff fluttered into a

I was bitterly disappointed, for the same thing might happen again, and I had now only three scraps left. But

fortune favoured me, by putting it into my neighbour's head to plunge into a hot debate with the

shockheaded man on the nature of some animals seen on a distant brow; which he said were izards, while

the other maintained that they were common goats. He continued, on this account, to ride with his face turned

from me, and I had time to fit another pebble into the second piece of stuff. Sliding it on to my thigh, I poised

This time my finger struck the tiny missile fairly in the middle, and shot it so far and so truly that it dropped

exactly in the path ten paces in front of us. The moment I saw it fall I kicked my neighbour's nag in the ribs;

it started, and he, turning in a rage, hit it. The next instant he pulled it almost on to its haunches.

'SAINT GRIS!' he cried; and sat glaring at the bit of yellow satin, with his face turned purple and his jaw

But Clon's excitement surpassed even his. The dumb man no sooner saw what had attracted his comrade's

attention, than he uttered an inarticulate and horrible noise, and tumbling off his horse, more like a beast than

The innkeeper was not far behind him. An instant and he was down, too, peering at the thing; and for an

instant I thought that they would fight over it. However, though their jealousy was evident, their excitement

cooled a little when they discovered that the scrap of stuff was empty; for, fortunately, the pebble had fallen

out of it. Still, it threw them into such a fever of eagerness as it was wonderful to witness. They nosed the

ground where it had lain, they plucked up the grass and turf, and passed it through their fingers, they ran to

and fro like dogs on a trail; and, glancing askance at one another, came back always together to the point of

The shockheaded man and I sat our horses and looked on; he marvelling, and I pretending to marvel. As the

two searched up and down the path, we moved a little out of it to give them space; and presently, when all

their heads were turned from me, I let a second morsel drop under a gorsebush. The shockheaded man,

byandby, found this, and gave it to Clon; and as from the circumstances of the first discovery no suspicion

attached to me, I ventured to find the third and last scrap myself. I did not pick it up, but I called the

They hunted for the fourth morsel, but, of course, in vain, and in the end they desisted, and fitted the three

they had together; but neither would let his own portion out of his hands, and each looked at the other across

the spoil with eyes of suspicion. It was strange to see them in that widestretching valley, whence grey

boarbacks of hills swelled up into the silence of the snow it was strange, I say, in that vast solitude, to see

these two, mere dots on its bosom, circling round one another in fierce forgetfulness of the outside world,

glaring and shifting their ground like cocks about to engage, and wholly engrossedby three scraps of

At last the innkeeper cried with an oath, 'I am going back. This must be known down yonder. Give me your

But Clon, waving a scrap of the stuff in either hand, and thrusting his ghastly mask into the other's face,

shook his head in passionate denial. He could not speak, but he made it as clear as daylight that if anyone

'Nonsense!' the landlord rejoined fiercely, 'We cannot leave Antoine to go on alone with him. Give me the

But Clon would not. He had no thought of resigning the credit of the discovery; and I began to think that the

two would really come to blows. But there was an alternativean alternative in which I was concerned; and

first one and then the other looked at me. It was a moment of peril, and I knew it. My stratagem might react

on myself, and the two, to put an end to their difficulty, agree to put an end to me. But I faced them so coolly,

and showed so bold a front, and the ground where we stood was so open, that the idea took no root. They fell

to wrangling again more viciously than before. One tapped his gun and the other his pistols. The landlord

scolded, the dumb man gurgled. At last their difference ended as I had hoped it would.

'Very well then, we will both go back!' the innkeeper cried in a rage. 'And Antoine must see him on. But the

By a sudden movement, the landlord snatched the pistol, and averted Clon's vengeance by placing both it and

'There!' he said, addressing the latter, 'now can you do? If Monsieur tries to escape or turn back, shoot him!

But four hours' riding should bring you to the Roca Blanca. You will find the men there, and will have no

Antoine did not see things quite in that light, however. He looked at me, and then at the wild track in front of

But the landlord, who was in a frenzy of impatience, drew him aside and talked to him, and in the end seemed

Antoine came back, and said sullenly, 'Forward, Monsieur,' the two others stood on one side, I shrugged my

shoulders and kicked up my horse, and in a twinkling we two were riding on together man to man. I turned

once or twice to see what those we had left behind were doing, and always found them standing in apparent

debate; but my guard showed so much jealousy of these movements that I presently shrugged my shoulders

I had racked my brains to bring about this state of things. Strange to say, now I had succeeded, I found it less

satisfactory than I had hoped. I had reduced the odds and got rid of my most dangerous antagonists; but

Antoine, left to himself, proved to be as full of suspicion as an egg of meat. He rode a little behind me, with

his gun across his saddlebow, and a pistol near his hand; and at the slightest pause on my part, or if I turned

to look at him, he muttered his constant 'Forward, Monsieur!' in a tone which warned me that his finger was

on the trigger. At such a distance he could not miss; and I saw nothing for it but to go on meekly before him

What was to be done? The road presently reached the end of the valley and entered a narrow pineclad defile,

strewn with rocks and boulders, over which the torrent plunged and eddied with a deafening roar. In front the

white gleam of waterfalls broke the sombre ranks of climbing trunks. The snow line lay less than half a mile

away on either hand; and crowning allat the end of the pass, as it seemed to the eyerose the pure white

pillar of the Pic du Midi shooting up six thousand feet into the blue of heaven. Such a scene so suddenly

disclosed, was enough to drive the sense of danger from my mind; and for a moment I reined in my horse.

But 'Forward, Monsieur!' came the grating order. I fell to earth again, and went on. What was to be done?

I was at my wits' end to know. The man refused to talk, refused to ride abreast of me, would have no

dismounting, no halting, no communication at all. He would have nothing but this silent, lonely procession of

two, with the muzzle of his gun at my back. And meanwhile we were fast climbing the pass. We had left the

others an hournearly two. The sun was declining; the time, I supposed, about halfpast three.

If he would only let me come within reach of him! Or if anything would fall out to take his attention! When

the pass presently widened into a bare and dreary valley, strewn with huge boulders and with snow lying here

and there in the hollows, I looked desperately before me, and scanned even the vast snowfields that

overhung us and stretched away to the base of the icepeak. But I saw nothing. No bear swung across the

path, no izard showed itself on the cliffs. The keen, sharp air cut our cheeks and warned me that we were

MON DIEU! And the ruffians on whose tender mercies I was to be thrown might come to meet us! They

might appear at any moment. In my despair I loosened my hat on my head, and let the first gust carry it to the

ground, and then with an oath of annoyance tossed my feet from the stirrups to go after it. But the rascal

'Forward, Monsieur, or I shoot!' he replied inexorably raising his gun. 'Onetwo'

And I went on. But, ah, I was wrathful! That I, Gil de Berault, should be outwitted, and led by the nose like a

ringed bull, by this Gascon lout! That I, whom all Paris knew and fearedif it did not lovethe terror of

Zaton's, should come to my end in this dismal waste of snow and rock, done to death by some pitiful

smuggler or thief! It must not be. Surely in the last resort I could give an account of one man, though his belt

But how? Only, it seemed, by open force. My heart began to flutter as I planned it; and then grew steady

again. A hundred paces before us a gully or ravine on the left ran up into the snowfield. Opposite its mouth

a jumble of stones and broken rocks covered the path, I marked this for the place. The knave would need both

his hands to hold up his nag over the stones, and, if I turned on him suddenly enough, he might either drop

But, in the meantime, something happened; as, at the last moment, things do happen. While we were still fifty

yards short of the place, I found his horse's nose creeping forward on a level with my crupper; and, still

advancing, still advancing, until I could see it out of the tail of my eye, and my heart gave a great bound. He

was coming abreast of me: he was going to deliver himself into my hands! To cover my excitement, I began

'Hush!' he muttered fiercely, his voice sounding so strange and unnatural, that my first thought was that he

'Why?' I asked mutinously, curiosity getting the better of me. For had I been wise I had taken no notice; every

second his horse was coming up with mine. Its nose was level with my stirrup already.

'Hush, man!' he said again. This time there was no mistake about the panic in his voice. 'They call this the

Devil's Chapel, God send us safe by it! It is late to be here. Look at those!' he continued, pointing with a

I looked. At the mouth of the gully, in a small space partly cleared of stones, stood three broken shafts, raised

'Well?' I said in a low voice. The sun, which was near setting, flushed the great peak above to the colour of

blood; but the valley was growing grey and each moment more dreary. 'Well, what of those?' I said.

In spite of my peril and the excitement of the coming struggle I felt the chill of his fear. Never had I seen so

'They were crosses,' he muttered in a voice little above a whisper, while his eyes roved this way and that in

terror. 'The Cure of Gabas blessed the place, and set them up. But next morning they were as you see them

now. Come on, Monsieur; come on!' he continued, plucking at my arm. 'It is not safe here after sunset. Pray

He had completely forgotten in his panic that he had anything to fear from me. His gun dropped loosely

across his saddle, his leg rubbed mine. I saw this, and I changed my plan of action. As our horses reached the

stones I stooped, as if to encourage mine, and, with a sudden clutch, snatched the gun bodily from his hand, at

the same time that I backed my horse with all my strength. It was done in a moment! A second and I had him

at the end of the gun, and my finger was on the trigger. Never was victory more easily gained.

'Are you mad?' he cried, his teeth chattering as he spoke. Even in this strait his eyes left me and wandered

'No, sane!' I retorted fiercely. 'But I do not like this place any better than you do.' Which was true enough, if

not quite true. 'So, by your right, quick march!' I continued imperatively. 'Turn your horse, my friend, or take

He turned like a lamb, and headed down the valley again, without giving a thought to his pistols. I kept close

to him, and in less than a minute we had left the Devil's Chapel well behind us, and were moving down again

When we had gone have a mile or sountil then I did not feel comfortable myself, and though I thanked

heaven that the place existed, I thanked heaven also that I was out of itI bade him halt.

'Take off your belt,' I said curtly, 'and throw it down. But, mark me, if you turn I fire.'

The spirit was quite gone out of him, and he obeyed mechanically. I jumped down, still covering him with the

gun, and picked up the belt, pistols and all. Then I remounted, and we went on. Byand by he asked me

And as I said, we did. The daylight held until we gained the skirts of the pinewood at the head of the pass.

Here I chose a corner a little off the track, and well sheltered from the wind, and bade him light a fire. I

tethered the horses near this and within sight. Then it remained only to sup. I had a piece of bread: he had

But after supper I found myself in a dilemma; I did not see how I was to sleep. The ruddy light which

gleamed on the knave's swart face and sinewy hands showed also his eyes, black, sullen, and watchful. I

knew that the man was plotting revenge; that he would not hesitate to plant his knife between my ribs should

I give him the chance; and I could find only one alternative to remaining awake. Had I been bloodyminded,

I should have chosen it and solved the question at once and in my favour by shooting him as he sat.

But I have never been a cruel man, and I could not find it in my heart to do this. The silence of the mountain

and the skywhich seemed a thing apart from the roar of the torrent and not to be broken by itawed me.

The vastness of the solitude in which we sat, the dark void above, through which the stars kept shooting, the

black gulf below in which the unseen waters boiled and surged, the absence of other human company or other

signs of human existence, put such a face upon the deed that I gave up the thought of it with a shudder, and

resigned myself, instead, to watch through the nightthe long, cold, Pyrenean night. Presently he curled

himself up like a dog and slept in the blaze, and then for a couple of hours I sat opposite him, thinking. It

seemed years since I had seen Zaton's or thrown the dice. The old life, the old employmentsshould I ever

go back to them? seemed dim and distant. Would Cocheforet, the forest and the mountain, the grey

Chateau and its mistresses, seem one day as dim? And if one bit of life could fade so quickly at the unrolling

of another, and seem in a moment pale and colourless, would all life some day and somewhere, and all the

things weBut enough! I was growing foolish. I sprang up and kicked the wood together, and, taking up the

gun, began to pace to and fro under the cliff. Strange that a little moonlight, a few stars, a breath of solitude

It was three in the afternoon of the next day, and the sun lay hot on the oak groves, and the air was full of

warmth as we began to climb the slope, midway up which the road to Auch shoots out of the track. The

yellow bracken and the fallen leaves underfoot seemed to throw up light of themselves; and here and there a

patch of ruddy beech lay like a bloodstain on the hillside. In front a herd of pigs routed among the mast, and

grunted lazily; and high above us a boy lay watching them. 'We part here,' I said to my companion.

It was my plan to ride a little way along the road to Auch so as to blind his eyes; then, leaving my horse in the

forest, I would go on foot to the Chateau. 'The sooner the better!' he answered with a snarl. 'And I hope I may

But when we came to the wooden cross at the fork of the roads, and were about to part, the boy we had seen

'Ay, devils on horseback,' the lad answered, spitting on the ground. 'Three score of them. From Auch.'

'Curse you!' he cried. 'This is some of your work. Now we are all undone. And my mistresses? SACRE! if I

Which was so true that my surprise was at least as great as his, and better grounded. The Cardinal, who rarely

made a change of front, had sent me hither that he might not be forced to send soldiers, and run the risk of all

that might arise from such a movement. What of this invasion, then, than which nothing could be less

consistent with his plans? I wondered. It was possible that the travelling merchants, before whom I had

played at treason, had reported the facts; and that on this the Commandant at Auch had acted. But it seemed

unlikely since he had had his orders too, and under the Cardinal's rule there was small place for individual

enterprise. Frankly I could not understand it, and found only one thing clear; I might now enter the village as

'I am going on to look into this,' I said to Antoine. 'Come, my man.' He shrugged his shoulders, and stood

'Not I!' be answered, with an oath. 'No soldiers for me I have lain out one night, and I can lie out another.'

I nodded indifferently, for I no longer wanted him; and we parted. After this, twenty minutes' riding brought

me to the entrance of the village, and here the change was great indeed. Not one of the ordinary dwellers in

the place was to be seen: either they had shut themselves up in their hovels, or, like Antoine, they had fled to

the woods. Their doors were closed, their windows shuttered. But lounging about the street were a score of

dragoons, in boots and breastplates, whose shortbarrelled muskets, with pouches and bandoliers attached,

were piled near the inn door. In an open space, where there was a gap in the street, a long row of horses,

linked head to head, stood bending their muzzles over bundles of rough forage; and on all sides the cheerful

jingle of chains and bridles and the sound of coarse jokes and laughter filled the air.

As I rode up to the inn door an old sergeant, with squinting eyes and his tongue in his cheek, scanned me

inquisitively, and started to cross the street to challenge me. Fortunately, at that moment the two knaves

whom I had brought from Paris with me, and whom I had left at Auch to await my orders, came up. I made

them a sign not to speak to me, and they passed on; but I suppose that they told the sergeant that I was not the

After picketing my horse behind the innI could find no better stable, every place being fullI pushed my

way through the group at the door, and entered. The old room, with the low, grimy roof and the reeking floor,

was half full of strange figures, and for a few minutes I stood unseen in the smoke and confusion. Then the

landlord came my way, and as he passed me I caught his eye. He uttered a low curse, dropped the pitcher he

'At your service!' I said grimly. 'A little time and it will be the other way, my friend.

I have a way with me which commonly commands respect; and when the landlord's first terror was over and

he would serve me, I managed to get my supperthe first good meal I had had in two dayspretty

comfortably in spite of the soldiers' presence. The crowd, too, which filled the room, soon began to melt. The

men strayed off in groups to water their horses, or went to hunt up their quarters, until only two or three were

left. Dusk had fallen outside; the noise in the street grew less. The firelight began to glow and flicker on the

walls, and the wretched room to look as homely as it was in its nature to look. I was pondering for the

twentieth time what step I should take next, and questioning why the soldiers were here, and whether I should

let the night pass before I moved, when the door, which had been turning on its hinges almost without pause

She paused a moment on the threshold looking round, and I saw that she had a shawl on her head and a

milkpitcher in her hand, and that her feet and ankles were bare. There was a great rent in her coarse stuff

petticoat, and the hand which held the shawl together was brown and dirty. More I did not see: for, supposing

her to be a neighbour stolen in, now that the house was quiet, to get some milk for her child or the like, I took

no farther heed of her. I turned to the fire again and plunged into my thoughts.

But to get to the hearth where the goodwife was fidgeting the woman had to pass in front of me; and as she

passed I suppose that she stole a look at me from under her shawl. For just when she came between me and

the blaze she uttered a low cry and shrank asideso quickly that she almost stepped on the hearth. The next

moment she turned her back to me, and was stooping whispering in the housewife's ear. A stranger might

But another idea, and a very strange one, came into my mind; and I stood up silently. The woman's back was

towards me, but something in her height, her shape, the pose of her head hidden as it was by her shawl,

seemed familiar. I waited while she hung over the fire whispering, and while the goodwife slowly filled her

pitcher out of the great black pot. But when she turned to go, I took a step forward so as to bar her way. And

I could not see her features; they were lost in the shadow of the hood. But I saw a shiver run through her from

'That is too heavy for you, my girl,' I said familiarly, as I might have spoken to a village wench. 'I will carry it

One of the men, who remained lolling at the table, laughed, and the other began to sing a low song. The

woman trembled in rage or fear; but she kept silence and let me take the jug from her hands; and when I went

to the door and opened it, she followed mechanically. An instant, and the door fell to behind us, shutting off

'It is late for you to be out, Mademoiselle,' I said politely. 'You might meet with some rudeness, dressed as

She shuddered, and I thought that I heard her sob, but she did not answer. Instead, she turned and walked

quickly through the village in the direction of the Chateau, keeping in the shadow of the houses. I carried the

pitcher and walked close to her, beside her; and in the dark I smiled. I knew how shame and impotent rage

She gave me one look, her eyes blazing with anger, her face like hate itself; and after that I said no more, but

left her in peace, and contented myself with walking at her shoulder until we came to the end of the village,

where the track to the great house plunged into the wood. There she stopped, and turned on me like a wild

'To see you safe to the house,' I answered coolly. 'Alone you might be insulted.'

'The choice does not lie with you, Mademoiselle,' I answered sternly, 'You will go to the house with me, and

on the way you will give me an interviewlate as it is; but not here. Here we are not private enough. We

'I might call to the nearest soldiers and tell them who you are,' I answered coolly. 'I might do that, but I

should not. That were a clumsy way of punishing you, and I know a better way. I should go to the Captain,

Mademoiselle, and tell him whose horse is locked up in the inn stable. A trooper told meas someone had

told himthat it belonged to one of his officers; but I looked through the crack, and I knew the horse again.'

'But you have not, Mademoiselle,' I answered, unmoved. 'Be good enough, therefore, to make up your mind

which it is to be. Am I to go with my news to the captain, or am I to come with you?'

I did so, wondering. In a moment she flung it with a savage gesture far into the bushes.

Without another word she turned and entered the path through the trees, and I followed her. I suppose that

every one of its windings, every hollow and broken place in it had been known to her from childhood, for she

followed it swiftly and unerringly, barefoot as she was. I had to walk fast through the darkness to keep up

with her. The wood was quiet, but the frogs were beginning to croak in the pool, and their persistent chorus

reminded me of the night when I had come to the housedoor, hurt and worn out, and Clon had admitted me,

and she had stood under the gallery in the hall. Things had looked dark then. I had seen but a very little way

ahead then. Now all was plain. The commandant might be here with all his soldiers, but it was I who held the

We came to the little wooden bridge and saw beyond the dark meadows the lights of the house. All the

'Now, Mademoiselle,' I said quietly, 'I must trouble you to stop here, and give me your attention for a few

'Speak!' she said defiantly. 'And be quick! I cannot breathe the air where you are! It poisons me!'

'Ah!' I said slowly. 'Do you think that you make things better by such speeches as those?'

'Oh!' she cried and I heard her teeth click together. 'Would you have me fawn on you?'

'You forget that I am to be feared as well asloathed, Mademoiselle! Ay, Mademoiselle, to be feared!' I

continued grimly. 'Do you think that I do not know why you are here in this guise? Do you think that I do not

know for whom that pitcher of broth was intended? Or who will now have to fast tonight ? I tell you I know

all these things. Your house was full of soldiers; your servants were watched and could not leave. You had to

She clutched at the handrail of the bridge, and for an instant clung to it for support. Her face, from which the

shawl had fallen, glimmered white in the shadow of the trees. At last I had shaken her pride. At last!

'I am going to tell you,' I replied, speaking so that every word might fall distinctly on her ears, and sating my

eyes the while on her proud face. I had never dreamed of such revenge as this! 'About a fortnight ago, M. de

Cocheforet left here at night with a little orangecoloured sachet in his possession.'

'It containedbut there, Mademoiselle, you know its contents,' I went on. 'Whatever they were, M. de

Cocheforet lost it and them at starting. A week ago he came backunfortunately for himself to seek

She was looking full in my face now. She seemed scarcely to breathe in the intensity of her surprise and

'You had a search made, Mademoiselle,' I continued quietly. 'Your servants left no place unexplored The

paths, the roads, the very woods were ransacked, But in vain, because all the while the orange sachet lay

'No!' she cried impetuously. 'There, you lie sir, as usual! The sachet was found, torn open, many leagues from

'Where I threw it, Mademoiselle,' I replied, 'that I might mislead your rascals and be free to return to you. Oh!

believe me,' I continued, letting something of my true self, something of my triumph, appear at last in my

voice. 'You have made a mistake! You would have done better had you trusted me. I am no bundle of

sawdust, Mademoiselle, though once you got the better of me, but a man; a man with an arm to shield and a

'In the orangecoloured sachet that you lost I believe that there were eighteen stones of great value?'

She made no answer, but she looked at me as if I fascinated her. Her very breath seemed to pause and wait on

my words. She was so little conscious of anything else, of anything outside ourselves, that a score of men

I took from my breast a little packet wrapped in soft leather, and I held it towards her.

'Will you open this?' I said. 'I believe that it contains what your brother lost. That it contains all I will not

answer, Mademoiselle, because I spilled the stones on the floor of my room, and I may have failed to find

She took the packet slowly and began to unroll it, her fingers shaking. A few turns and the mild lustre of the

stones shone out, making a kind of moonlight in her handssuch a shimmering glory of imprisoned light as

has ruined many a woman and robbed many a man of his honour. MORBLEU! as I looked at them and as she

stood looking at them in dull, entranced perplexityI wondered how I had come to resist the temptation.

She closed her hand on them with that, and opened it again, and did so twice, as if to reassure herself that the

stones were real and that she was not dreaming. Then she turned to me with sudden fierceness, and I saw that

her beautiful face, sharpened by the greed of possession, was grown as keen and vicious as before.

'I am coming to it now, Mademoiselle,' I said gravely. 'It is a simple matter. You remember the afternoon

when I followed you clumsily and thoughtlessly perhapsthrough the wood to restore these things? In

seeming that happened about a month ago. I believe that it happened the day before yesterday. You called me

then some very harsh names, which I will not hurt you by repeating. The only price I ask for the restoration of

I repeated my words very slowly. 'The only price or reward I ask, Mademoiselle, is that you take back those

'They are yours. They are not mine. They are nothing to me. Take them, and say that you do not think of

'But there is somethingelse! What else?' she cried, her head thrown back, her eyes, bright as any wild

'For him, MademoiselleI would prefer that you should tell me no more than I know already,' I answered in

a low voice. 'I do not wish to be in that affair. But yes; there is one thing I have not mentioned. You are right.'

'It is,' I continued slowly, 'that you will permit me to remain at Cocheforet for a few days while the soldiers

are here. I am told that there are twenty men and two officers quartered in your house. Your brother is away. I

ask to be permitted, Mademoiselle, to take his place for the time, and to be privileged to protect your sister

Then, to my surprise, she turned quickly and suddenly on her heel, and walked over the bridge, leaving me

standing there. For a moment I stood aghast, peering after her shadowy figure, and wondering what had taken

her. Then, in a minute or less, she came quickly back to me, and I understood. She was crying.

'M. de Barthe,' she said, in a trembling voice, which told me that the victory was won, 'is there nothing else?

'It is granted,' she said slowly and firmly. 'Forgive me if I seem to speak lightlyif I seem to make little of

your generosity or my shame; but I can say no more now. I am so deep in trouble and so gnawed by terror

thatI cannot feel anything keenly tonight, either shame or gratitude. I am in a dream; God grant that it

may pass as a dream! We are sunk in trouble. But for you and what you have done, M. de BartheI' she

paused and I heard her fighting with the sobs which choked her'forgive me... I am overwrought. And

mymy feet are cold,' she added, suddenly and irrelevantly. 'Will you take me home?'

'Ah, Mademoiselle,' I cried remorsefully, 'I have been a beast! You are barefoot, and I have kept you here.'

'It is nothing,' she said in a voice which thrilled me. 'My heart is warm, Monsieurthanks to you. It is many

She stepped out of the shadow as she spokeand there, the thing was done. As I had planned, so it had come

about. Once more I was crossing the meadow in the dark to be received at Cocheforet, a welcome guest. The

frogs croaked in the pool and a bat swooped round us in circles; and surely nevernever, I thought, with a

Somewhere in the black wood behind usprobably in the outskirts of the villagelurked M. de Cocheforet.

In the great house before us, outlined by a score of lighted windows, were the soldiers come from Auch to

take him. Between the two, moving side by side in the darkness, in a silence which each found to be eloquent,

were Mademoiselle and I: she who knew so much, I who knew allall but one little thing!

We reached the house, and I suggested that she should steal in first by the way she had come out, and that I

should wait a little and knock at the door when she had had time to explain matters to Clon.

'Then your woman must tell him,' I rejoined, 'or he may do something and betray me.'

'Are we not? Well, I suppose not; for if we wanted company, Captain Larolle said that he would be delighted

'He and his lieutenant sit there. But I suppose that we rebels should be thankful,' she added bitterly; 'we have

'Very well,' I said. 'Then I must deal with Clon as I can. But I have still a favour to ask, Mademoiselle. It is

only that you and your sister will descend tomorrow at your usual time. I shall be in the parlour.'

'Yes, I will comeif you wish it,' she answered. And the next moment she was gone round the corner of the

house, while I laughed to think of the excellent watch these gallant gentlemen were keeping. M. de

Cocheforet might have been with her in the garden, might have talked with her as I had talked, might have

entered the house even, and passed under their noses scotfree. But that is the way of soldiers. They are

always ready for the enemy, with drums beating and flags flyingat ten o'clock in the morning. But he does

I waited a little, and then I groped my way to the door and knocked on it with the hilt of my sword. The dogs

began to bark at the back, and the chorus of a drinkingsong, which came fitfully from the east wing, ceased

altogether. An inner door opened, and an angry voice, apparently an officer's, began to rate someone for not

coming. Another moment, and a clamour of voices and footsteps seemed to pour into the hall, and fill it. I

heard the bar jerked away, the door was flung open, and in a twinkling a lanthorn, behind which a dozen

In a moment half a dozen hands were laid on my shoulders, but I only bowed politely.

'DIABLE! but who are you, first?' the lanthornbearer retorted bluntly. He was a tall, lanky sergeant, with a

'Well, I am not M. de Cocheforet,' I replied; 'and that must satisfy you, my man. For the rest, if you do not

fetch Captain Larolle at once and admit me, you will find the consequences inconvenient.'

They made way, and I walked into the hall keeping my hat on. On the great hearth a fire had been kindled,

but it had gone out. Three or four carbines stood against one wall, and beside them lay a heap of haversacks

and some straw. A shattered stool, broken in a frolic, and half a dozen empty wineskins strewed the floor,

and helped to give the place an air of untidiness and disorder. I looked round with eyes of disgust, and my

'VENTRE BLEU!' I said. 'Is this conduct in a gentleman's house, you rascals? MA VIE! If I had you I would

They gazed at me openmouthed; my arrogance startled them. The sergeant alone scowled. When he could

'This way!' he said. 'We did not know that a general officer was coming, or we would have been better

prepared!' And muttering oaths under his breath, he led me down the wellknown passage. At the door of the

parlour he stopped. 'Introduce yourself!' he said rudely. 'And if you find the air warm, don't blame me!'

I raised the latch and went in. At a table in front of the hearth, half covered with glasses and bottles, sat two

men playing hazard. The dice rang sharply as I entered, and he who had just thrown kept the box over them

while he turned, scowling, to see who came in. He was a fairhaired, blonde man, largeframed and florid. He

had put off his cuirass and boots, and his doublet showed frayed and stained where the armour had pressed on

it. Otherwise he was in the extreme of last year's fashion. His deep cravat, folded over so that the laced ends

drooped a little in front, was of the finest; his great sash of blue and silver was a foot wide. He had a little

jewel in one ear, and his tiny beard was peaked A L'ESPAGNOLE. Probably when he turned he expected to

see the sergeant, for at the sight of me he rose slowly, leaving the dice still covered.

'What folly is this?' he cried, wrathfully. Here, sergeant! Sergeant!without there! What the! Who are

'Yes, I am Captain Larolle,' he retorted. 'But who, in the fiend's name, are you?' You are not the man we are

'I am not M. Cocheforet,' I said coolly. 'I am merely a guest in the house, M. le Capitaine. I have been

enjoying Madame de Cocheforet's hospitality for some time, but by an evil chance I was away when you

arrived.' And with that I walked to the hearth, and, gently pushing aside his great boots which stood there

'MILLE DIABLES!' he whispered. And never did I see a man more confounded. But I affected to be taken up

with his companion, a sturdy, whitemoustachioed old veteran, who sat back in his chair, eyeing me with

'Fine night!' the Captain shrieked, finding his voice at last. 'MILLE DIABLES! Are you aware, sir, that I am

in possession of this house, and that no one harbours here without my permission? Guest? Hospitality?

Bundle of fiddlefaddle! Lieutenant, call the guard! Call the guard!' he continued passionately. 'Where is that

'Gently, gently, Captain,' I said. 'Not so fast. You seem surprised to see me here. Believe me, I am much more

'SACRE!' he cried, recoiling at this fresh impertinence, while the Lieutenant's eyes almost jumped out of his

'Is the door closed?' I said sweetly. 'Thank you; it is, I see. Then permit me to say again, gentlemen, that I am

much more surprised to see you than you can be to see me. For when Monseigneur the Cardinal honoured me

by sending me from Paris to conduct this matter, he gave me the fullestthe fullest powers, M. le

Capitaineto see the affair to an end. I was not led to expect that my plans would be spoiled on the eve of

'Oh, ho!' the Captain said softlyin a very different tone, and with a very different face. 'So you are the

'Yes, M. le Capitaine, no doubt,' the inferior replied. And they both looked at one another, and then at me, in

'I think,' said I, to clinch the matter, 'that you have made a mistake, Captain; or the Commandant has. And it

'Ay, but the Cardinal' he rejoined quickly; and then he stopped and shrugged his shoulders. And they both

'Tuttut!' I exclaimed, spreading out my hands. 'The Cardinal. Let us stick to him. You were saying?'

'Well, the Cardinal, you see' And then again, after the same words, he stoppedstopped abruptly, and

'If you have anything to say against Monseigneur,' I answered, watching him narrowly, 'say it. But take a

word of advice. Don't let it go beyond the door of this room, my friend, and it will do you no harm.'

'Neither here nor outside,' he retorted, looking for a moment at his comrade. 'Only I hold the King's

'Wellfor the rest, will you throw a main?' he answered evasively. 'Good! Lieutenant, find a glass, and the

gentleman a seat. And here, for my part, I will give you a toast The Cardinalwhatever betide!'

I drank it, and sat down to play with him; I had not heard the music of the dice for a month, and the

temptation was irresistible. But I was not satisfied. I called the mains and won his crownshe was a mere

baby at the gamebut half my mind was elsewhere. There was something here that I did not understand;

some influence at work on which I had not counted; something moving under the surface as unintelligible to

me as the soldiers' presence. Had the Captain repudiated my commission altogether, and put me to the door or

sent me to the guardhouse, I could have followed that. But these dubious hints, this passive resistance,

puzzled me. Had they news from Paris, I wondered? Was the King dead? Or the Cardinal ill? I asked them,

but they said no, no, no to all, and gave me guarded answers. And midnight found us still playing; and still

'The Captain is in the village,' I replied Sternly. 'And do you move. Move, man, and the thing will be done

'Certainly, it is a fine morning. And the tobacco of M. le LieutenantBut M. le Capitaine did not'

'Give orders? Well, I give them,' I answered. 'First of all, remove these beds. And bustle, man, bustle, or I

'Ohe, the bush? Well, to be sure they are damp. Butyes, yes, Monsieur, it is done. And the bolsters?'

'There also,' I said harshly. 'Throw them out. Faugh! The place reeks of leather. Now, a clean hearth. And set

the table before the open door, so that we may see the gardenso. And tell the cook that we dine at eleven,

'It must be advanced, then; and, mark you, my friend, if it is not ready when Madame comes down, you will

When he was gone on his errand, I looked round. What else was lacking? The sun shone cheerily on the

polished floor; the air, freshened by the rain which had fallen in the night, entered freely through the open

doorway. A few bees lingering with the summer hummed outside. The fire crackled bravely; an old hound,

blind and past work, lay warming its hide on the hearth. I could think of nothing more, and I stood and stood

For what would Zaton's say could it see Berault turned housewife? There was a white glazed cup, an

oldfashioned piece of the second Henry's time, standing on a shelf. I took it down and put some late flowers

in it, and set it in the middle of the table, and stood off myself to look at it. But a moment later, thinking I

heard them coming, I hurried it away in a kind of panic, feeling on a sudden ashamed of the thing. The alarm

proved to be false, however; and then again, taking another turn, I set the piece back. I had done nothing so

But when Madame and Mademoiselle came down, they had eyes neither for the flowers nor the room. They

had heard that the Captain was out beating the village and the woods for the fugitive, and where I had looked

for a comedy I found a tragedy. Madame's face was so red with weeping that all her beauty was gone. She

started and shook at the slightest sound, and, unable to find any words to answer my greeting, could only sink

Mademoiselle was in a mood scarcely more cheerful. She did not weep, but her manner was hard and fierce.

She spoke absently, and answered fretfully. Her eyes glittered, and she had the air of straining her ears

'There is no news, Monsieur?' she said as she took her seat. And she shot a swift look at me.

'Where is Clon?' This in a lower voice, and with a kind of shrinking in her face.

I shook my head. 'I believe that they have him confined somewhere. And Louis, too,' I said. 'But I have not

'And where areI thought these people would be here,' she muttered. And she glanced askance at the two

'They will be here presently,' I said coolly. Let us make the most of the time. A little wine and food will do

'I think that we have changed places,' she said. 'And that you have turned host and we guests.'

'Let it be so,' I said cheerfully. 'I recommend some of this ragout. Come, Mademoiselle, fasting can aid no

It was clumsily said, perhaps; for she shuddered and looked at me with a ghastly smile. But she persuaded her

sister to take something; and she took something on her own plate and raised her fork to her lips. But in a

'I cannot,' she murmured. 'I cannot swallow. Oh, my God, at this moment they may be taking him.'

I thought that she was about to burst into a passion of tears, and I repented that I had induced her to descend.

But her selfcontrol was not yet exhausted. By an effort, painful to see, she recovered her composure. She took

up her fork, and ate a few mouthfuls. Then she looked at me with a fierce underlook.

'I want to see Clon,' she whispered feverishly. The man who waited on us had left the room.

She nodded, her beautiful face strangely disfigured. Her closed teeth showed between her lips. Two red spots

burned in her white cheeks, and she breathed quickly. I felt, as I looked at her, a sudden pain at my heart, and

a shuddering fear, such as a man, awaking to find himself falling over a precipice, might feel. How these

'He is a safe confidant,' I muttered. 'He can neither read nor write, Mademoiselle.'

'No, but' and then her face became fixed. 'They are coming,' she whispered. 'Hush!' She rose stiffly, and

stood supporting herself by the table. 'Have theyhave theyfound him?' she muttered. The woman by her

I heard the Captain stumble far down the passage, and swear loudly; and I touched Mademoiselle's hand.

'They have not!' I whispered. 'All is well, Mademoiselle. Pray, pray calm yourself. Sit down and meet them as

if nothing were the matter. And your sister! Madame, Madame,' I cried, almost harshly, 'compose yourself.

My appeal did something. Madame stifled her sobs. Mademoiselle drew a deep breath and sat down; and

And only just in time. The door flew open with a crash. The Captain stumbled into the room, swearing afresh.

'SACRE NOM DU DIABLE!' he cried, his face crimson with rage. 'What fool placed these things here? My

His jaw fell. He stopped on the word, stricken silent by the new aspect of the room, by the sight of the little

'SAINT SIEGE!' he muttered. 'What is this?' The Lieutenant's grizzled face peering over his shoulder

'You are rather late, M. le Capitaine,' I said cheerfully. 'Madame's hour is eleven. But, come here are your

'I am afraid that the ragout is cold,' I continued, peering into the dish and affecting to see nothing. 'The soup,

however, has been kept hot by the fire. But I think that you do not see Madame.'

'Whowho put my boots in the passage?' he asked, his voice thick with rage. He did not bow to the ladies,

He glared at me. Then his cloak, spread outside, caught his eye. He strode through the door, saw his holsters

'Whose monkey game is this?' he snarled, and his face was very ugly. 'Who is at the bottom of this? Speak,

'Forget myself?' he hissed, and this time he did not check his oath. 'Don't talk to me of the ladies! Madame?

Bah! Do you think, fool, that we are put into rebel's houses to how and smile and take dancing lessons?'

'In this case a lesson in politeness were more to the point, Monsieur,' I said sternly. And I rose.

'Was it by your orders that this was done?' he retorted, his brow black with passion. Answer, will you?'

'Then take that!' he cried, dashing his hat violently in my face, 'and come outside.'

'With pleasure, Monsieur,' I answered, bowing; 'in one moment. Permit me to find my sword. I think that it is

When I returned, I found that the two men were waiting for me in the garden, while the ladies had risen from

'You had better take your sister upstairs, Mademoiselle,' I said gently, pausing a moment beside them. 'Have

But what is it?' she answered, looking troubled. 'It was so sudden. I amI did not understand. You

'It is very simple,' I answered, smiling. 'M. le Capitaine insulted you yesterday; he will pay for it today. That

is all. Or, not quite all,' I continued, dropping my voice and speaking in a different tone. 'His removal may

help you, Mademoiselle. Do you understand? I think that there will be no more searching today.' She uttered

She caught her breath, and stood with one hand clasped to her bosom, gazing at me with parted lips, the blood

'Yes, yes, why not?' she repeated between her teeth. 'Why not?' She had her hand on my arm, and I felt her

fingers tighten until I could have winced. 'Why not? So you planned thisfor us, Monsieur?'

'Safely,' I said; then, muttering to her to take her sister upstairs, I turned towards the garden. My foot was

already on the threshold, and I was composing my face to meet the enemy, when I heard a movement behind

'Wait! Wait a moment! Come back!' she panted. I turned. The smile and flush had vanished; her face was

pale. 'No!' she said abruptly. 'I was wrong! I, will not have it. I will have no part in it! You planned it last

'It is murder,' she answered persistently. 'You planned it last night. You said so.'

'NeverthelessI will have no part in it,' she answered more faintly. She was trembling with agitation. Her

'On my shoulders be it then!' I replied stoutly. 'It is too late, Mademoiselle, to go back. They are waiting for

And I turned from her, and went out, wondering and thinking. First, that women were strange things.

SecondlyMURDER? Merely because I had planned the duel and provoked the quarrel! Never had I heard

anything so preposterous. Grant it, and dub every man who kept his honour with his hands a Cainand a

good many branded faces would be seen in some streets. I laughed at the fancy, as I strode down the garden

And yet, perhaps, I was going to do a foolish thing. The Lieutenant would still be here: a hardbitten man, of

stiffer stuff than his Captain. And the troopers. What if, when I had killed their leader, they made the place

too hot for me, Monseigneur's commission notwithstanding? I should look silly, indeed, if on the eve of

I liked the thought so little that I hesitated. Yet it seemed too late to retreat. The Captain and the Lieutenant

were waiting for me in a little open space fifty yards from the house, where a narrower path crossed the broad

walk, down which I had first seen Mademoiselle and her sister pacing. The Captain had removed his doublet,

and stood in his shirt leaning against the sundial, his head bare and his sinewy throat uncovered. He had

drawn his rapier and stood pricking the ground impatiently. I marked his strong and nervous frame and his

sanguine air: and twenty years earlier the sight might have damped me. But no thought of the kind entered

my head now, and though I felt with each moment greater reluctance to engage, doubt of the issue had no

I made ready slowly, and would gladly, to gain time, have found some fault with the place. But the sun was

sufficiently high to give no advantage to either. The ground was good, the spot well chosen. I could find no

excuse to put off the man, and I was about to salute him and fall to work when a thought crossed my mind.

'One moment!' I said. 'Supposing I kill you, M. le Capitaine, what becomes of your errand here?'

'Don't trouble yourself;' he answered with a sneer he had misread my slowness and hesitation. 'It will not

happen, Monsieur. And in any case the thought need not harass you. I have a Lieutenant.'

'You should have thought of that before you interfered with my boots,' he retorted with contempt.

'True,' I said overlooking his manner. 'But better late than never. I am not sure, now I think of it, that my duty

'You will swallow the blow?' he cried, spitting on the ground offensively. 'DIABLE!' And the Lieutenant,

standing on one side with his hands behind him and his shoulders squared, laughed grimly.

'Well, NOM DE DIEU! make it up,' the Captain replied, with an ugly sneer. He took a swaggering step this

way and that, playing his weapon. 'I am afraid, Lieutenant, that there will be no sport today,' he continued in

'Well, I said coolly,'I do not know what to do. Certainly it is a fine day, and a fair piece of ground. And the

sun stands well. But I have not much to gain by killing you, M. le Capitaine, and it might get me into an

'No!' I replied. 'For if you were to say that you had struck Gil de Berault and left the ground with a whole

'Yes, Monsieur,' I replied suavely. 'At your service. You did not know my name?'

'I thought that your name was De Barthe,' he said. His voice sounded queerly; and he waited for the answer

with parted lips, and a shadow in his eyes which I had seen in men's eyes before.

His florid cheek lost a shade of its colour, and he bit his lips as he glanced at the Lieutenant, trouble in his

eyes. I had seen these signs before, and knew them, and I might have cried 'Chickenheart!' in my turn; but I

had not made a way of escape for himbefore I declared myselffor nothing, and I held to my purpose.

'I think you will allow now,' I said grimly, 'that it will not harm me even if I put up with a blow!'

'And with reason,' I said. 'That being so suppose that we say this day three months, M. le Capitaine? The

He caught the Lieutenant's eye and looked down sullenly, the conflict in his mind as plain as daylight. He had

only to insist that I must fight; and if by luck or skill he could master me his fame as a duellist would run, like

a ripple over water, through every garrison town in France and make him a name even in Paris. On the other

side were the imminent peril of death, the gleam of cold steel already in fancy at his breast, the loss of life

and sunshine, and the possibility of a retreat with honour, if without glory. I read his face, and knew before he

'It appears to me that the burden is with you,' he said huskily; 'but for my part I am satisfied.'

'Very well,' I said, 'I take the burden. Permit me to apologise for having caused you to strip unnecessarily.

'Yes,' he said gloomily. And he took his clothes from the sundial and began to put them on. He had expressed

himself satisfied, but I knew that he was feeling very illsatisfied, indeed, with himself; and I was not

surprised when he presently said abruptly and almost rudely, 'There is one thing that I think we must settle

'Our positions,' he blurted out, 'Or we shall cross one another again within the hour.'

'That is precisely what I don't dounderstand!' he retorted, in a tone of surly triumph. 'Before I came on this

duty, I was told that there was a gentleman here, bearing sealed orders from the Cardinal to arrest M. de

Cocheforet; and I was instructed to avoid collision with him so far as might be possible. At first I took you

'Becausewell, the question is in a nutshell!' he answered impetuously. 'Are you here on behalf of Madame

de Cocheforet, to shield her husband? Or are you here to arrest him? That is what I do not understand, M. de

'Take care, Monsieur,' I said severely. 'Do not presume too far on the inconvenience to which your death

'No offence,' he said. 'But you do not seem, M. de Berault, to comprehend the difficulty. If we do not settle

'The clashing?' he answered bitterly. Then he waved aside my wrath 'Pardon,' he said, 'the point is simply

He threw up his hands in despair; but in a moment his place was taken by an unexpected disputant.

The Lieutenant, who had stood by all the time, listening and tugging at his grey moustache, suddenly spoke.

Look here, M. de Berault,' he said, confronting me roughly, 'I do not fight duels. I am from the ranks. I

proved my courage at Montauban in '21, and my honour is good enough to take care of itself. So I say what I

like, and I ask you plainly what M. le Capitaine doubtless has in his mind, but does not ask: Are you running

with the hare, and hunting with the hounds in this matter? In other words, have you thrown up Monseigneur's

commission in all but name, and become Madame's ally; orit is the only other alternativeare you getting

'You villain!' I cried, glaring at him in such a rage and fury that I could scarcely get the words out. This was

plain speaking with a vengeance! How dare you? How dare you say that I am false to the hand that pays me?'

'I do not say; I ask!' he replied, facing me squarely, and slapping his fist into his open hand to drive home his

words the better. 'I ask you whether you are playing the traitor to the Cardinal, or to these two women? It is a

'Steady, steady!' he replied. 'Pitch sticks where it belongs, and nowhere else. But that is enough. I see which it

And in a very cavalier fashion he took his officer by the arm, and drew him into a sidewalk, leaving me to

stand in the sun, bursting with anger and spleen. The gutterbred rascal! That such a man should insult me,

and with impunity! In Paris, I might have made him fight, but here it was impossible.

'We have come to a determination,' the Lieutenant said, tugging his grey moustachios, and standing like a

ramrod. 'We shall leave you the house and Madame, and you can take your own line to find the man, for

ourselves, we shall draw off our men to the village, and we shall take our line. That is all, M. le Capitaine, is

'Then we bid you goodday, Monsieur,' the Lieutenant added, and in a moment he turned his companion

round, and the two retired up the walk to the house, leaving me to look after them in a black fit of rage and

At the first flush, there was something so offensive in the manner of their going that anger had the upper

hand. I thought of the Lieutenant's words, and I cursed him to hell with a sickening consciousness that I

'Was I playing the traitor to the Cardinal or to these women which?' MON DIEU! if ever questionbut

there, some day I would punish him. And the Captain? I could put an end to his amusement, at any rate; and I

would. Doubtless among the country bucks of Auch he lorded it as a chief provincial bully, but I would cut

And then as I grew cooler I began to wonder why they were going, and what they were going to do. They

might be already on the track, or have the information they required under hand; in that case I could

understand the movement. But if they were still searching vaguely, uncertain whether their quarry were in the

neighbourhood or not, and uncertain how long they might have to stay, it seemed incredible that soldiers

I wandered down the garden, thinking sullenly of this, and pettishly cutting off the heads of the flowers with

my sheathed sword. After all, if they found and arrested the man, what then? I should have to make my peace

with the Cardinal as I best might. He would have gained his point, but not through me, and I should have to

look to myself. On the other hand, if I anticipated themand, as a fact, I believed that I could lay my hand

on the fugitive within a few hoursthere would come a time when I must face Mademoiselle.

A little while back that had not seemed so difficult a thing. From the day of our first meetingand in a

higher degree since that afternoon when she had lashed me with her scornmy views of her, and my feelings

towards her, had been strangely made up of antagonism and sympathy; of repulsion, because in her past and

present she was so different from me; of yearning because she was a woman and friendless. Later I had duped

her and bought her confidence by returning the jewels, and so in a measure I had sated my vengeance; then,

as a consequence, sympathy had again got the better of me, until now I hardly knew my own mind, or what I

felt, or what I intended. I DID NOT KNOW, in fact, what I intended. I stood there in the garden with that

conviction suddenly newborn in my mind; and then, in a moment, I heard her step, and I turned to find her

Her face was like April, smiles breaking through her tears. As she stood with a tall hedge of sunflowers

'I am here in search of you, M. de Barthe,' she said, colouring slightly, perhaps because my eyes betrayed my

thought; 'to thank you. You have not fought, and yet you have conquered. My woman has just been with me,

'What magic have you used?' she said almost gaily; it was wonderful how hope had changed her. 'Besides, I

But her face clouded. I saw that, viewed in this lightin which, I suppose, she had not hithertothe matter

'Have you ever heard, Mademoiselle,' I said gravely, plucking off while I spoke the dead leaves from a plant

beside me, 'of a gentleman by name De Berault? Known in Paris, I have heard, by the sobriquet of the Black

'The duellist?' she answered, looking at me in wonder. 'Yes, I have heard of him. He killed a young

gentleman of this province at Nancy two years back. 'It was a sad story,' she continued, shuddering slightly,

'Why?' she answered, quickly taking alarm at; my silence. 'What of him, M. de Barthe? Why have you

'You!' she cried, in a voice which pierced my heart. 'You are M. de Berault? It is impossible!' But, glancing

'Yes, Mademoiselle,' I answered in a low tone. 'De Barthe was my mother's name. When I came here, a

stranger, I took it that I might not be known; that I might again speak to a good woman, and not see her

shrink. That, andbut why trouble you with all this?' I continued rebelling, against her silence, her turned

shoulder, her averted face. 'You asked me, Mademoiselle, how I could take a blow and let the striker go. I

'Then,' she replied almost in a whisper, 'if I were M. de Berault, I would avail myself of it, and never fight

'In that event, Mademoiselle,' I answered coldly, 'I should lose my men friends as well as my women friends.

She shuddered, either at the name or at the idea my words called up; and, for a moment, we stood awkwardly

silent. The shadow of the sundial fell between us; the garden was still; here and there a leaf fluttered slowly

down. With each instant of that silence, of that aversion, I felt the gulf between us growing wider, I felt

myself growing harder; I mocked at her past which was so unlike mine; I mocked at mine, and called it fate. I

was on the point of turning from her with a bowand with a furnace in my breastwhen she spoke.

'There is a last rose lingering there,' she said, a slight tremor in her voice. 'I cannot reach it. Will you pluck it

I obeyed her, my hand trembling, my face on fire. She took the rose from me, and placed it in the bosom of

her dress, And I saw that her hand trembled too, and that her cheek was dark with blushes.

She turned without more ado, and began to walk towards the house. 'Heaven forbid that I should misjudge

you a second time!' she said in a low voice. 'And, after all, who am I, that I should judge you at all? An hour

'You may rob a man of worse than life!' she replied with energy, stopping me by a gesture. 'If you have never

robbed a manor a womanof honour! If you have never ruined boy or girl, M. de Berault! If you have

never pushed another into the pit and gone by it yourself! Ifbut, for murder? Listen. You are a Romanist,

but I am a Huguenot, and have read. "Thou shall not kill!" it is written; and the penalty, "By man shall thy

blood be shed!" But, "If you cause one of these little ones to offend, it were better for you that a millstone

were hanged about your neck, and that you were cast into the depths of the sea."'

'I need mercy myself,' she answered, sighing. 'And I have had few temptations. How do I know what you

'Where a man has not lied, nor betrayed, nor sold himself or others,' she answered in a low tone, 'I think I can

forgive all else. I can better put up with force,' she added smiling sadly, 'than with fraud.'

Ah, Dieu! I turned away my face that she might not see how pale it grew; that she might not guess how her

words, meant in mercy, stabbed me to the heart. And yet, then, for the first time, while viewing in all its

depth and width the gulf which separated us, I was not hardened; I was not cast back upon myself. Her

gentleness, her pity, her humility softened me, while they convicted me. My God, how, after this, could I do

that which I had come to do? How could I stab her in the tenderest part, how could I inflict on her that

rending pang, how could I meet her eyes, and stand before her, a Caliban, a Judas, the vilest, lowest thing she

I stood, a moment, speechless and disordered; overcome by her words, by my thoughts. I have seen a man so

stand when he has lost all at the tables. Then I turned to her; and for an instant I thought that my tale was told

already, I thought that she had pierced my disguise. For her face was changedstricken as with fear. The

next moment, I saw that she was not looking at me, but beyond me; and I turned quickly and saw a servant

hurrying from the house to us. It was Louis. His eyes were staring, his hair waved, his cheeks were flabby

'What is it?' Mademoiselle cried, while he was still some way off. 'Speak, man. My sister? Is she'

'In the village!' Louis panted, his tongue stuttering with terror. 'They are flogging him. They are killing him!

Mademoiselle grasped the sundial and leant against it, her face colourless; and, for an instant, I thought that

'They will make him guide them,' Louis groaned, covering his ears with his shaking hands, his face the colour

of paper. 'And his cries! Oh, Monsieur, go, go!' he continued, in a thrilling tone. 'Save him. All through tie

Mademoiselle uttered a moan of pain; and I turned to support her, thinking each second to see her fall. But

with a sudden movement she straightened herself, and, quickly slipping by me, with eyes that seemed to see

I ran after her; but, taken by surprise as I was, it was only by a great effort I reached the gate before her, and

'Let me pass!' she panted, striving to thrust me on one side. 'Out of my way, sir! I am going to the village.'

'You are not going to the village,' I said sternly. 'Go back; to the house, Mademoiselle, and at once.'

'My servant!' she wailed. 'Let me go! Let me go! Do you think I can rest here while they torture him? He

'Go back, Mademoiselle,' I said, with decision. 'Your presence would only make matters worse! I will go

myself, and what one man can do against many, I will! Louis, give your mistress your arm and take her to the

'But you will go?' she cried. And before I could stay herI swear I would have stopped her if I couldshe

raised my hand and carried it to her trembling lips. 'You will go! Go and stop them! Stop them, and Heaven

I did not answer; nay, I did not once look back, as I crossed the meadow; but I did not look forward either.

Doubtless it was grass I trod, and the wood was before me with the sun shining aslant on it; doubtless the

house rose behind me with a flame here and there in the windows. But I went in a dream, among shadows;

with a racing pulse, in a glow from head to heel; conscious of nothing but the touch of Mademoiselle's warm

lips on my hand, seeing neither meadow nor house, nor even the dark fringe of wood before me, but only

Mademoiselle's passionate face. For the moment I was drunk: drunk with that to which I had been so long a

stranger, with that which a man may scorn for years, to find it at last beyond his reach drunk with the touch of

I passed the bridge in this state; and my feet were among the brushwood before the heat and fervour in which

I moved found on a sudden their direction. Something began to penetrate to my veiled sensesa hoarse

inarticulate cry, now deep, now shrilling horribly, that of itself seemed to fill the wood. It came at intervals of

half a minute or so, and made the flesh creep, it rang so full of dumb pain, of impotent wrestling, of

unspeakable agony. I am a man and have seen things. I saw the Concini beheaded, and Chalais ten years

laterthey gave him thirtyfour blows; and when I was a boy I escaped from the college and viewed from a

great distance Ravaillac torn by horsesthat was in the year ten. But the horrible cries I now heard, filled

me, perhaps because I was alone and fresh from the sight of Mademoiselle, with loathing inexpressible. The

very wood, though the sun had not yet set, seemed to grow dark. I ran on through it, cursing, until the hovels

of the village came in sight. Again the shriek rose, a pulsing horror, and this time I could hear the lash fall on

the sodden flesh, I could sec in fancy the dumb man, trembling, quivering, straining against his bonds. And

then, in a moment, I was in the street, and, as the scream once more tore the air, I dashed round the corner by

I did not look at HIM, but I saw Captain Larolle and the Lieutenant, and a ring of troopers, and one man,

barearmed, teasing out with his fingers the thongs of a whip. The thongs dripped blood, and the sight fired

the mine. The rage I had suppressed when the Lieutenant bearded me earlier in the afternoon, the passion

with which Mademoiselle's distress had filled my breast, on the instant found vent. I sprang through the line

of soldiers; and striking the man with the whip a buffet between the shoulders, which hurled him breathless to

'You fiends!' I cried. 'Shame on you! The man is dumb! Dumb; and if I had ten men with me, I would sweep

you and your scum out of the village with broomsticks. Lay on another lash,' I continued recklessly, 'and I

The Lieutenant stared at me, his grey moustache bristling, his eyes almost starting from his head. Some of the

troopers laid their hands on their swords, but no one moved, and only the Captain spoke.

'Mad or sane!' I cried furiously. 'Lay on another lash, and you shall repent it.'

For an instant there was a pause of astonishment. Then, to my surprise, the Captain laughedlaughed loudly.

'Very heroic,' he said. 'Quite magnificent, M. Chevaliererrant. But you see, unfortunately, you come too late.'

'Yes, too late,' he replied, with a mocking smile. And the Lieutenant grinned too. 'Unfortunately, you see, the

man has just confessed. We have only been giving him an extra touch or two, to impress his memory, and

'I don't believe it,' I said bluntlybut I felt the check, and fell to earth. 'The man cannot speak.'

'No, but he has managed to tell us what we want; that he will guide us to the place we are seeking,' the

Captain answered drily. 'The whip, if it cannot find a man a tongue, can find him wits. What is more, I think

that he will keep his word,' he continued, with a hideous scowl. 'For I warn him that if he does not, all your

heroics shall not save him. He is a rebel dog, and known to us of old; and I will flay his back to the bones, ay,

until we can see his heart beating through his ribs, but I will have what I wantin your teeth, too, you dd

'Steady, steady!' I said, sobered. I saw that he was telling the truth. 'Is he going to take you to M. de

'Yes, he is!' the Captain retorted. 'Have you any objection to that, Master Spy?'

'None,' I replied. 'Only I shall go with you. And if you live three months, I shall kill you for that namebehind

'I don't know that you will go with us,' he said, with a snarl. 'That is as we please.'

'The Cardinal?' he exclaimed, stung to fury by this repetition of the name. 'The Cardinal be'

'Hush!' he said. Then more quietly, 'Your pardon, M. le Capitaine; but the least said the soonest mended.

'Take him down!' he commanded in his harsh, monotonous voice. 'Throw his blouse over him, and tie his

hands. And do you two, Paul and Lebrun, guard him. Michel, bring the whip, or he may forget how it tastes.

'Listen!' he said grimly. 'Nod if you mean yes, and shake your head if you mean no. And have a care you

They had loosened the poor wretch's fastenings, and covered his back. He stood leaning his shoulder against

the wall, his mouth still panting, the sweat running down his hollow cheeks. His sunken eyes were closed, but

a quiver now and again ran through his frame. The Lieutenant repeated his question, and, getting no answer,

looked round for orders. The Captain met the look, and crying savagely, 'Answer will you, you mule!' struck

the halfswooning miserable across the back with his switch. The effect was magical. Covered, as his

shoulders were, the man sprang erect with a shriek of pain, raising his chin, and hollowing his back; and in

that attitude stood an instant with starting eyes, gasping for breath. Then he sank back against the wall,

I looked on, burning with indignation, and in some excitement besides. For if the man took them to the place,

and they succeeded in seizing Cocheforet, there was an end of the matter as far as I was concerned. It was off

my shoulders, and I might leave the village when I pleased; nor was it likelysince he would have his man,

though not through methat the Cardinal would refuse to grant me an amnesty. On the whole, I thought that

he would prefer that things should take this course; and assuming the issue, I began to wonder whether it

would be necessary in that event that Madame should know the truth. I had a kind of vision of a reformed

Berault, dead to play and purging himself at a distance from Zaton's; winning, perhaps, a name in the Italian

However, be these things as they might, it was essential that I should see the arrest made; and I waited

patiently while they revived the tortured man, and made their dispositions. These took some time; so that the

sun was down, and it was growing dusk when we marched out, Clon going first, supported by his two guards,

the Captain and I followingabreast, and eyeing one another suspiciously; the Lieutenant, with the sergeant

and five troopers, bringing up the rear. Clon moved slowly, moaning from time to time; and but for the aid

He led the way out between two houses close to the inn, and struck a narrow track, scarcely discernible,

which ran behind other houses, and then plunged into the thickest part of the wood. A single person,

traversing the covert, might have made such a track; or pigs, or children. But it was the first idea that

occurred to us, and put us all on the alert. The Captain carried a cocked pistol, I held my sword drawn, and

kept a watchful eye on HIM; and the deeper the dusk fell in the wood, the more cautiously we went, until at

I looked up and down, and saw behind me a vista of treetrunks, before me a wooden bridge and an open

meadow, lying cold and grey in the twilight; and I stood in astonishment. We were in the old path to the

Chateau! I shivered at the thought that he was going to take us there, to the house, to Mademoiselle!

The Captain also recognised the place, and swore aloud. But the dumb man went on unheeding until he

reached the wooden bridge. There he stopped short, and looked towards the dark outline of the house, which

was just visible, one faint light twinkling sadly in the west wing. As the Captain and I pressed up behind him,

He did not finish the sentence, for Clon, as if he well understood his impatience, turned back from the bridge,

and, entering the wood to the left, began to ascend the bank of the stream. We had not gone a hundred yards

before the ground grew rough, and the undergrowth thick; and yet through all ran a kind of path which

enabled us to advance, dark as it was now growing. Very soon the bank on which we moved began to rise

above the water, and grew steep and rugged. We turned a shoulder, where the stream swept round a curve,

and saw we were in the mouth of a small ravine, dark and sheersided. The water brawled along the bottom,

over boulders and through chasms. In front, the slope on which we stood shaped itself into a low cliff; but

halfway between its summit and the water a ledge, or narrow terrace, running along the face, was dimly

'And an ugly one!' I replied with a sneer. 'Which one against ten might hold for hours!'

'If the ten had no pistolsyes!' he answered viciously. 'But you see we have. Is he going that way?'

'Lieutenant,' he said, speaking in a low voice, though the chafing of the stream below us covered ordinary

sounds; 'what say you? Shall we light the lanthorns, or press on while there is still a glimmering of day?'

'On, I should say, M. le Capitaine,' the Lieutenant answered. 'Prick him in the back if he falters. I will

The Captain gave the word and we moved forward. It was evident now that the cliffpath was our

destination. It was possible for the eye to follow the track all the way to it, through rough stones and

brushwood; and though Clon climbed feebly, and with many groans, two minutes saw us step on to it. It did

not prove to be, in fact, the perilous place it looked at a distance. The ledge, grassy and terracelike, sloped

slightly downwards and outwards, and in parts was slippery; but it was as wide as a highway, and the fall to

the water did not exceed thirty feet. Even in such a dim light as now displayed it to us, and by increasing the

depth and unseen dangers of the gorge gave a kind of impressiveness to our movements, a nervous woman

need not have feared to tread it, I wondered how often Mademoiselle had passed along it with her

'I think that we have him now,' Captain Larolle muttered, twisting his moustachios, and looking about to

make his last dispositions. 'Paul and Lebrun, see that your man makes no noise. Sergeant, come forward with

your carbine, but do not fire without orders. Now, silence all, and close up, Lieutenant. Forward!'

We advanced about a hundred paces, keeping the cliff on our left, turned a shoulder, and saw, a few paces in

front of us, a slight hollow, a black blotch in the grey duskiness of the cliffside. The prisoner stopped, and,

'Paul and Lebrun remain here with the prisoner,' he said, in a low tone. 'Sergeant, come forward with me.

At the word he and the sergeant passed quickly, one on either side of Clon and his guards. The path grew

narrow here, and the Captain passed outside. The eyes of all but one were on the black blotch, the hollow in

the cliffside, expecting we knew not whata sudden shot or the rush or a desperate man; and no one saw

exactly what happened. But somehow, as the Captain passed abreast of him, the prisoner thrust back his

guards, and leaping sideways, flung his unbound arms round Larolle's body, and in an instant swept him,

It was done in a moment. By the time our startled wits and eyes were back with them, the two were already

tottering on the edge, looking in the gloom like one dark form. The sergeant, who was the first to find his

head, levelled his carbine, but, as the wrestlers twirled and twisted, the Captain, shrieking out oaths and

threats, the mute silent as death, it was impossible to see which was which, and the sergeant lowered his gun

again, while the men held back nervously. The ledge sloped steeply there, the edge was vague, already the

That moment of hesitation was fatal. Clon's long arms were round the other's arms, crushing them into his

ribs; Clon's skulllike face grinned hate into the other's eyes; his bony limbs curled round him like the folds

'Damn you all! Why don't you come up?' he cried. And then, 'Ah! Mercy! mercy!' came in one last scream

from his lips. As the Lieutenant, taken aback before, sprang forward to his aid, the two toppled over the edge,

'MON DIEU!' the Lieutenant cried; the answer was a dull splash in the depths below. He flung up his arms.

But there was no path, and night was come, and the men's nerves were shaken. The lanthorns had to be lit,

and the way to be retraced; by the time we reached the dark pool which lay below, the last bubbles were gone

from the surface, the last ripples had beaten themselves out against the banks. The pool still rocked sullenly,

and the yellow light showed a man's hat floating, and near it a glove three parts submerged. But that was all.

The mute's dying grip had known no loosening, nor his hate any fear. I heard afterwards that when they

dragged the two out next day, his fingers were in the other's eyesockets, his teeth in his throat. If ever man

As we turned slowly from the black water, some shuddering, some crossing themselves, the Lieutenant

He deserved his fate,' I answered coldly. 'Why should I pretend to be sorry? It was now or in three months.

'I should think that you had had enough of tying up for one day!' I retorted. 'But there,' I went on

contemptuously, 'it comes of making officers out of the canaille. Dogs love blood. The teamster must lash

We were back, a sombre little procession, at the wooden bridge when I said this. He stopped.

'Very well,' he replied, nodding viciously. 'That decides me. Sergeant, light me this way with a lanthorn. The

rest of you to the village. Now, Master Spy,' he continued, glancing at me with gloomy spite, 'Your road is

I shrugged my shoulders in disdain, and together, the sergeant leading the way with the light, we crossed the

dim meadow, and passed through the gate where Mademoiselle had kissed my hand, and up the ghostly walk

between the rose bushes. I wondered uneasily what the Lieutenant would be at, and what he intended; but the

lanthornlight which now fell on the ground at our feet, and now showed one of us to the other, highlit in a

frame of blackness, discovered nothing in his grizzled face but settled hostility. He wheeled at the end of the

walk to go to the main door, but as he did so I saw the flutter of a white skirt by the stone seat against the

'He is past pain,' I answered gently. 'He is deadyes, dead, Mademoiselle, but in his own way. Take

She stifled a sob; then before I could say more, the Lieutenant, with his sergeant and light, were at my elbow.

'Are you come to flog me too, sir?' she said passionately. 'Is it not enough that you have murdered my

'On the contrary, it was he who killed my Captain,' the Lieutenant answered, in another tone than I had

'Captain Larolle?' she murmured, gazing with startled eyes, not at him but at me.

'Clon flung the Captain and himselfinto the river pool above the bridge,' I said.

She uttered a low cry of awe and stood silent; but her lips moved and I think that she prayed for Clon, though

she was a Huguenot. Meanwhile, I had a fright. The lanthorn, swinging in the sergeant's hand, and throwing

its smoky light now on the stone seat, now on the rough wall above it, showed me something else. On the

seat, doubtless where Mademoiselle's hand had lain as she sat in the dark, listening and watching and

shivering, stood a pitcher of food. Beside her, in that place, it was damning evidence, and I trembled least the

Lieutenant's eye should fall upon it, lest the sergeant should see it; and then, in a moment, I forgot all about it.

The Lieutenant was speaking and his voice was doom. My throat grew dry as I listened; my tongue stuck to

'It is true that the Captain is gone,' he said stiffly, 'but others are alive, and about one of them a word with

you, by your leave, Mademoiselle. I have listened to a good deal of talk from this fine gentleman friend of

yours. He has spent the last twentyfour hours saying "You shall!" and "You shall not!" He came from you

and took a very high tone because we laid a little whiplash about that dumb devil of yours. He called us

brutes and beasts, and but for him I am not sure that my friend would not now be alive. But when he said a

few minutes ago that he was gladglad of it, dhim!then I fixed it in my mind that I would be even with

'What do you mean?' Mademoiselle asked, wearily interrupting him. 'If you think that you can prejudice me

'That is precisely what I am going to do! And a little more than that!' he answered.

'Wait! Wait, Mademoiselleuntil you have heard,' he said. 'For I swear to you that if ever a blackhearted

scoundrel, a dastardly sneaking spy trod the earth, it is this fellow! And I am going to expose him. Your own

eyes and your own ears shall persuade you. I am not particular, but I would not eat, I would not drink, I

would not sit down with him! I would rather be beholden to the meanest trooper in my squadron than to him!

It had come, and I saw no way of escape. The sergeant was between us and I could not strike him. And I

found no words. A score of times I had thought with shrinking how I should reveal my secret to

Mademoisellewhat I should say, and how she would take it; but in my mind it had been always a voluntary

act, this disclosure, it had been always I who unmasked myself and she who listenedalone; and in this

voluntariness and this privacy there had been something which took from the shame of anticipation. But

herehere was no voluntary act on my part, no privacy, nothing but shame. And I stood mute, convicted,

Yet if anything could have braced me it was Mademoiselle's voice when she answered him.

'You do not believe me?' he replied. 'Then, I say, look at him! Look at him! If ever shame'

'But you don't hear me,' the Lieutenant rejoined hotly. 'His very name is not his own! He is not Barthe at all.

'I know it,' she said coldly. 'I know it all; and if you have nothing more to tell me, go, Monsieur. Go!' she

continued in a tone of infinite scorn. 'Be satisfied, that you have earned my contempt as well as my

'I forgot that you would think little of that. I forgot that a swordsman has always the ladies' heartsbut I

have more. Do you know, too, that he is in the Cardinal's pay? Do you know that he is here on the same

errand which brings us hereto arrest M. de Cocheforet? Do you know that while we go about the business

openly and in soldier fashion, it is his part to worm himself into your confidence, to sneak into Madame's

intimacy, to listen at your door, to follow your footsteps, to hang on your lips, to track youtrack you until

you betray yourselves and the man? Do you know this, and that all his sympathy is a lie, Mademoiselle? His

help, so much bait to catch the secret? His aim bloodmoneybloodmoney? Why, MORBLEU!' the

Lieutenant continued, pointing his finger at me, and so carried away by passion, so lifted out of himself by

wrath and indignation, that I shrank before him'you talk, lady, of contempt and abhorrence in the same

breath with me, but what have you for himwhat have you for himthe spy, the informer, the hired traitor?

And if you doubt me, if you want evidence, look at him. Only look at him, I say.'

And he might say it; for I stood silent still, cowering and despairing, white with rage and hate. But

'Done?' he stammered; her words, her air, bringing him to earth again. 'Done? Yes, if you believe me.'

'I do not,' she answered proudly. 'If that be all, be satisfied, Monsieur. I do not believe you.'

'Then tell me this,' he retorted, after a moment of stunned surprise. 'Answer me this! Why, if he was not on

our side, do you think that we let him remain here? Why did we suffer him to stay in a suspected house,

'MILLE DIABLES!' he cried, snapping his fingers in a rage. 'That for his sword! It was because he held the

Cardinal's commission, I tell you, because he had equal authority with us. Because we had no choice.'

'And that being so, Monsieur, why are you now betraying him?' she asked. He swore at that, feeling the

'You must be mad!' he said, glaring at her. 'Cannot you see that the man is what I tell you? Look at him! Look

'It is late,' she replied coldly. 'And I am not very well. If you have done, quite doneperhaps, you will leave

'MON DIEU! he exclaimed, shrugging his shoulders, and grinding his teeth in impotent rage. You are mad! I

have told you the truth, and you will not believe it. Wellon your head be it then, Mademoiselle. I have no

And with that, without more, fairly conquered by her staunchness, he saluted her, gave the word to the

The sergeant went after him, the lanthorn swaying in his hand. And we two were left alone. The frogs were

croaking in the pool, a bat flew round in circles; the house, the garden, all lay quiet under the darkness, as on

And would to Heaven I had never come that was the cry in my heart. Would to Heaven I had never seen this

woman, whose nobleness and faith were a continual shame to me; a reproach branding me every hour I stood

in her presence with all vile and hateful names. The man just gone, coarse, lowbred, brutal soldier as he

was, manflogger and drillingblock, had yet found heart to feel my baseness, and words in which to

denounce it. What, then, would she say, when the truth came home to her? What shape should I take in her

Then? But now? What was she thinking now, at this moment as she stood silent and absorbed near the stone

seat, a shadowy figure with face turned from me? Was she recalling the man's words, fitting them to the facts

and the past, adding this and that circumstance? Was she, though she had rebuffed him in the body, collating,

now he was gone, all that he had said, and out of these scraps piecing together the damning truth? Was she,

for all that she had said, beginning to see me as I was? The thought tortured me. I could brook uncertainty no

'Mademoiselle,' I said in a voice which sounded hoarse and unnatural even in my own ears, 'do you believe

'Pardon, Monsieur!' she murmured, passing her hand over her brow; 'I had forgotten that you were here. Do I

'That!' she exclaimed. And then she stood a moment gazing at me in a strange fashion. 'Do I believe that,

Monsieur? But come, come!' she continued impetuously. 'Come, and I will show you if I believe it. But not

She turned as she spoke, and led the way on the instant into the house through the parlour door, which stood

half open. The room inside was pitch dark, but she took me fearlessly by the hand and led me quickly through

it, and along the passage, until we came to the cheerful lighted hall, where a great fire burned on the hearth.

All traces of the soldiers' occupation had been swept away. But the room was empty.

She led me to the fire, and there in the full light, no longer a shadowy creature, but redlipped, brilliant,

throbbing with life and beauty, she stood opposite meher eyes shining, her colour high, her breast heaving.

'Do I believe it?' she said in a thrilling voice. 'I will tell you. M. de Cocheforet's hidingplace is in the hut

behind the fernstack, two furlongs beyond the village on the road to Auch. You know now what no one else

knows, he and I and Madame excepted. You hold in your hands his life and my honour; and you know also,

'My God!' I cried. And I stood looking at her until something of the horror in my eyes crept into hers, and she

'What is it? What is it?' she whispered, clasping her hands. And with all the colour gone suddenly from her

cheeks she peered trembling into the corners and towards the door. 'There is no one here.'

I forced myself to speak, though I was trembling all over like a man in an ague. 'No, Mademoiselle, there is

no one here,' I muttered. 'There is no one here.' And then I let my head fall on my breast, and I stood before

her, the statue of despair. Had she felt a grain of suspicion, a grain of doubt, my bearing must have opened

her eyes; but her mind was cast in so noble a mould that, having once thought ill of me and been converted,

she could feel no doubt again. She must trust all in all. A little recovered from her fright, she stood looking at

'You are not well?' she said suddenly. 'It is your old wound, Monsieur. Now I have it?'

'I will call Clon!' she cried impetuously. And then, with a sob: 'Ah! poor Clon! He is gone. But there is still

She was gone from the room before I could stop her, and I stood leaning against the table possessor at last of

the secret which I had come so far to win; able in a moment to open the door and go out into the night, and

make use of itand yet the most unhappy of men. The sweat stood on my brow; my eyes wandered round

the room; I turned towards the door, with some mad thought of flight of flight from her, from the house,

from everything; and I had actually taken a step towards this, when on the door, the outer door, there came a

sudden hurried knocking which jarred every nerve in my body. I started, and stopped. I stood a moment in the

middle of the floor gazing at the door, as at a ghost. Then, glad of action, glad of anything that might relieve

On the threshold, his flushed face lit up by the light behind me, stood one of the knaves whom I had brought

with me to Auch. He had been running, and panted heavily; but he had kept his wits, and the instant I,

'Ah! Monsieur, the very man!' he cried. 'Quick! come this instant, lose not a moment, and you may yet be

'No; but they know the place where he lies. It was found by accident. The Lieutenant was gathering his men

'I could not hear,' he answered bluntly. 'We must hang on their skirts, and at the last moment strike in. It is the

The pair of pistols I had taken from the shockheaded man lay on a chest by the door. Without waiting for

more I snatched them up and my hat, and joined him, and in a moment we were running down the garden. I

looked back once before we passed the gate, and I saw the light streaming out through the door which. I had

left open; and I fancied that for an instant a figure darkened the gap. But the fancy only strengthened the one

single purpose, the iron resolve, which had taken possession of me and all my thoughts. I must be first; I must

anticipate the Lieutenant; I must make the arrest myself. I must be first. And I ran on only the faster.

We were across the meadow and in the wood in a moment. There, instead of keeping along the common path,

I boldly singled out my senses seemed to be preternaturally keenthe smaller trail by which Clon had

brought us. Along this I ran unfalteringly, avoiding logs and pitfalls as by instinct, and following all its turns

and twists, until we came to the back of the inn, and could hear the murmur of subdued voices in the village

street, the sharp low word of command, and the clink of weapons; and could see over and between the houses

I grasped my man's arm, and crouched down listening. When I had heard enough, 'Where is your mate?' I

'You don't know the way,' he said. 'Steady, steady, Monsieur. You go too fast. They are just moving. Let us

'Fool!' I said, shaking off his hand. 'I tell you, I know where he is! I know where they are going. Come, and

His only answer was an exclamation of surprise. At that moment the lights began to move. The Lieutenant

was starting. The moon was not yet up, the sky was grey and cloudy; to advance where we were was to step

into a wall of blackness. But we had lost too much already, and I did not hesitate. Bidding my companion

follow me and use his legs, I sprang through a low fence which rose before us; then stumbling blindly over

some broken ground in the rear of the houses, I came with a fall or two to a little watercourse with steep

sides. Through this I plunged recklessly and up the farther side, and, breathless and panting, gained the road,

They had only two lanthorns burning, and we were beyond the circle of light cast by these; while the steady

tramp of so many footsteps covered the noise we made. We were in no danger of being noticed, and in a

twinkling we turned our backs, and as fast as we could we ran down the road. Fortunately, they were thinking

more of secrecy than speed, and in a minute we had doubled the distance between them and us. In two

minutes their lights were mere sparks shining in the gloom behind us. We lost even the tramp of their feet.

Then I began to look out and go more slowly, peering into the shadows on either side for the fernstack.

On one hand the hill rose steeply, on the other it fell away to the stream. On neither side was close wood, or

my difficulties had been immensely increased; but scattered oak trees stood here and there among the

bracken. This helped me, and presently, on the upper side, I came upon the dense substance of the stack

My heart beat fast, but it was no time for thought. Bidding the man in a whisper to follow me and be ready to

back me up, I climbed the bank softly, and, with a pistol in my hand, felt my way to the rear of the stack,

thinking to find a hut there, set against the fern, and M. Cocheforet in it. But I found no hut. There was none;

and, moreover, it was so dark now we were off the road, that it came upon me suddenly, as I stood between

the hill and the stack, that I had undertaken a very difficult thing. The hut behind the fern stack. But how far

behind? how far from it? The dark slope stretched above us, infinite, immeasurable shrouded in night. To

begin to climb it in search of a tiny hut, possibly well hidden and hard to find in daylight, seemed an

endeavour as hopeless as to meet with the needle in the hay! And now while I stood, chilled and doubting,

almost despairing, the steps of the troop in the road began to grow audible, began to come nearer.

'Well, Monsieur le Capitaine?' the man beside me mutteredin wonder why I stood. 'Which way? or they

I tried to think, to reason it out; to consider where the hut should be; while the wind sighed through the oaks,

and here and there I could hear an acorn fall. But the thing pressed too close on me; my thoughts would not

He did not demur, and we plunged at the ascent, kneedeep in bracken and furze, sweating at every pore with

our exertions, and hearing the troop come every moment nearer on the road below. Doubtless they knew

exactly whither to go! Forced to stop and take breath when we had scrambled up fifty yards or so, I saw their

lanthorns shining like moving glowworms; I could even hear the clink of steel. For all I could tell, the hut

might be down there, and we be moving from it. But it was too late to go back nowthey were close to the

fernstack; and in despair I turned to the hill again. A dozen steps and I stumbled. I rose and plunged on

again; again stumbled. Then I found that I was treading level earth. Andwas it water I saw before me,

Neither; and I gripped my fellow's arm, as he came abreast of me, and stopped him sharply. Below us in the

middle of a steep hollow, a pit in the hillside, a light shone out through some aperture and quivered on the

mist, like the pale lamp of a moorland hobgoblin. It made itself visible, displaying nothing else; a wisp of

light in the bottom of a black bowl. Yet my spirits rose with a great bound at sight of it; for I knew that I had

In the common run of things I should have weighed my next step carefully, and gone about it slowly. But

here was no place for thought, nor room for delay; and I slid down the side of the hollow on the instant, and

the moment my feet touched the bottom sprang to the door of the little hut, whence the light issued. A stone

turned under my feet in my rush, and I fell on my knees on the threshold; but the fall only brought my face to

a level with the face of the man who lay inside on a bed of fern. He had been reading. Startled by the sound I

made, he dropped his book, and in a flash stretched out his hand for a weapon. But the muzzle of my pistol

covered him, he was not in a posture from which he could spring, and at a sharp word from me he dropped

his hand; the tigerish glare which flickered for an instant in his eyes gave place to a languid smile, and he

'EH BIEN!,' he said with marvellous composure. 'Taken at last! Well, I was tired of it.'

'You are my prisoner, M. de Cocheforet,' I answered. 'Move a hand and I kill you. But you have still a

'Yes. My orders are to take you to Paris alive or dead. Give me your parole that you will make no attempt to

escape, and you shall go thither at your ease and as a gentleman. Refuse, and I shall disarm and bind you, and

'What force have you?' he asked curtly. He still lay on his elbow, his cloak covering him, the little Marot in

which he had been reading close to his hand. But his quick black eyes, which looked the keener for the pallor

and thinness of his face, roved ceaselessly over me, probed the darkness behind me, took note of everything.

'Enough to compel you, Monsieur,' I replied sternly; 'but that is not all. There are thirty dragoons coming up

the hill to secure you, and they will make you no such offer. Surrender to me before they come, and give me

your parole, and I will do all I can for your comfort. Delay, and you must fall into their hands. There can be

'Then I give it,' he said with a sigh. 'And for Heaven's sake get me something to eat and a bed. I am tired of

'You shall sleep tonight in your own house, if you please,' I answered hurriedly. 'But here they come. Be

I stepped out into the darkness, just as the Lieutenant, after posting his men round the hollow, slid down with

a couple of sergeants to make the arrest. The place round the open door was pitchdark. He had not espied

my man, who had lodged himself in the deepest shadow of the hut, and when he saw me come out across the

light he took me for Cocheforet. In a twinkling he thrust a pistol into my face, and cried triumphantly,'You

are my prisoner!' while one of the sergeants raised a lanthorn and threw its light into my eyes.

The Lieutenant's jaw fell, and he stood for a moment paralysed with astonishment. Less than an hour before

he had left me at the Chateau. Thence he had come hither with the briefest delay; yet he found me here before

'This Cocheforet!' he roared, carried away by his passion. 'Don't lie to me! He is here, and I will have him!'

'You are too late,' I said, watching him heedfully. 'M. de Cocheforet is here, but he has already surrendered to

'Certainly!' I answered, facing the man with all the harshness I could muster. 'I have arrested him by virtue of

the Cardinal's commission granted to me. And by virtue of the same I shall keep him.'

He stared at me for a moment, utterly aghast; the picture of defeat. Then on a sudden I saw his face lighten

'It is a dd ruse!' he shouted, brandishing his pistol like a madman. 'It is a cheat and a fraud! By God! you

have no commission! I see through it! I see through it all! You have come here, and you have hocussed us!

'No folly at all,' he answered, perfect conviction in his tone. 'You have played upon us. You have fooled us.

But I see through it now. An hour ago I exposed you to that fine Madame at the house there, and I thought it a

marvel that she did not believe me. I thought it a marvel that she did not see through you, when you stood

there before her, confounded, tonguetied, a rogue convicted. But I understand now. She knew you. She was

in the plot, and you were in the plot, and I, who thought that I was opening her eyes, was the only one fooled.

But it is my turn now. You have played a bold part and a clever one,' he continued, a sinister light in his little

eyes,' and I congratulate you. But it is at an end now, Monsieur. You took us in finely with your talk of

Monseigneur, and his commission and your commission, and the rest. But I am not to be blinded any

longeror bullied. You have arrested him, have you? You have arrested him. Well, by G, I shall arrest

'You are mad!' I said staggered as much by this new view of the matter as by his perfect certainty. 'Mad,

'I was,' he snarled. 'But I am sane now. I was mad when you imposed upon us, when you persuaded me to

think that you were fooling the women to get the secret out of them, while all the time you were sheltering

them, protecting them, aiding them, and hiding himthen I was mad. But not now. However, I ask your

pardon. I thought you the cleverest sneak and the dirtiest hound Heaven ever made. I find you are cleverer

One of the men, who stood about the rim of the bowl above us, laughed. I looked at the Lieutenant and could

'MON DIEU!' I saidand I was so furious in my turn that I could scarcely speak. 'Do you say that I am an

'I do,' he replied in the same tone. 'In fact,' with a grin, 'I say that you are an honest man on the wrong side,

M. de Berault. And you say that you are a scoundrel on the right. The advantage, however, is with me, and I

A ripple of coarse laughter ran round the hollow. The sergeant who held the lanthorn grinned, and a trooper at

a distance called out of the darkness 'A BON CHAT BON RAT!' This brought a fresh burst of laughter, while

I stood speechless, confounded by the stubbornness, the crassness, the insolence of the man. 'You fool!' I

cried at last, 'you fool!' And then M. de Cocheforet, who had come out of the hut and taken his stand at my

'Pardon me one moment,' he said, airily, looking at the Lieutenant with raised eyebrows and pointing to me

with his thumb, 'but I am puzzled between you. This gentleman's name? Is it de Berault or de Barthe?'

'You are not, then, the gentleman who has been honouring my poor house with his presence?'

'I am M. de Barthe, also,' I retorted impatiently. 'What of that, Monsieur? It was my mother's name. I took it

'Nothing,' he replied slowly and with a steady look at mea look I could not meet. 'Except that, had I known

this before, M. de Berault I should have thought longer before I surrendered to you.'

The Lieutenant laughed, and I felt my cheek burn; but I affected to see nothing, and turned to him again.

'No,' he answered? 'I am not! You two may have rehearsed this pretty scene a dozen times. The word, it

'Do you think that I carry it with me?' I cried in scorn. 'Do you think that when I came here, alone, and not

with fifty dragoons at my back, I carried the Cardinal's seal in my pocket for the first lackey to find. But you

The words were scarcely out of my mouth before a ready hand thrust a paper into my fingers. I opened it

slowly, glanced at it, and amid a pause of surprise gave it to the Lieutenant. He looked for a moment

confounded. Then, with a last instinct of suspicion, he bade the sergeant hold up the lanthorn; and by its light

'Umph!' he ejaculated with an ugly look when he had come to the end, 'I see.' And he read it aloud:

When he had donehe read the signature with a peculiar intonationsomeone said softly, 'VIVE LE ROI!'

and there was a moment's silence. The sergeant lowered his lanthorn. 'Is it enough?' I said hoarsely, glaring

'For me?' he said. 'Quite, Monsieur. I beg your pardon again. I find that my first impressions were the correct

ones. Sergeant! give the gentleman his papers!' and, turning his shoulder rudely, he tossed the commission to

I knew that the clown would not fight, and he had his men round him; and I had no choice but to swallow the

insult. I put the paper in my breast, with as much indifference as I could assume; and as I did so, he gave a

sharp order. The troopers began to form on the edge above; the men who had descended to climb the bank

As the group behind him began to open and melt away, I caught sight of a white robe in the middle of it. The

next moment, appearing with a suddenness which was like a blow on the cheek to me, Mademoiselle de

Cocheforet glided forward towards me. She had a hood on her head, drawn low; and for a moment I could not

see her face, I forgot her brother's presence at my elbow, I forgot other things, and, from habit and impulse

rather than calculation, I took a step forward to meet her; though my tongue cleaved to the roof of my mouth,

But she recoiled with such a look of white hate, of staring, frozeneyed abhorrence, that I stepped back as if

she had indeed struck me. It did not need the words which accompanied the look the 'DO NOT TOUCH

ME!' which she hissed at me as she drew her skirts togetherto drive me to the farther edge of the hollow;

where I stood with clenched teeth, and nails driven into the flesh, while she hung, sobbing tearless sobs, on

I remember hearing Marshal Bassompierre, who, of all the men within my knowledge, had the widest

experience, say that not dangers but discomforts prove a man and show what he is; and that the worst sores in

I am inclined to think him right, for I remember that when I came from my room on the morning after the

arrest, and found hall and parlour and passage empty, and all the common rooms of the house deserted, and

no meal laid; and when I divined anew from this discovery the feeling of the house towards mehowever

natural and to be expectedI remember that I felt as sharp a pang as when, the night before, I had had to

face discovery and open rage and scorn. I stood in the silent, empty parlour, and looked on the familiar things

with a sense of desolation, of something lost and gone, which I could not understand. The morning was grey

and cloudy, the air sharp, a shower was falling. The rosebushes outside swayed in the wind, and inside,

where I could remember the hot sunshine lying on floor and table, the rain beat in and stained the boards. The

inner door flapped and creaked on its hinges. I thought of other days and of meals I had taken there, and of

But here, too, were no signs of life or company, no comfort, no attendance. The ashes of the logs, by whose

blaze Mademoiselle had told me the secret, lay on the hearth white and cold fit emblem of the change that

had taken place; and now and then a drop of moisture, sliding down the great chimney, pattered among them.

The main door stood open, as if the house had no longer anything to guard. The only living thing to be seen

was a hound which roamed about restlessly, now gazing at the empty hearth now lying down with pricked

cars and watchful eyes. Some leaves, which had been blown in by the wind, rustled in a corner.

I went out moodily into the garden and wandered down one path and up another, looking at the dripping

woods, and remembering things, until I came to the stone seat. On it, against the wall, trickling with

raindrops, and with a dead leaf half filling its narrow neck, stood the pitcher of food. I thought how much had

happened since Mademoiselle took her hand from it and the sergeant's lanthorn disclosed it to me; and,

A woman was on her knees, on the hearth kindling the belated fire. She had her back to me, and I stood a

moment looking at her doubtfully, wondering how she would bear herself and what she would say to me.

Then she turned, and I started back, crying out her name in horrorfor it was Madame! Madame de

She was plainly dressed, and her childish face was wan and piteous with weeping; but either the night had

worn out her passion and drained her tears, or some great exigency had given her temporary calmness, for she

was perfectly composed. She shivered as her eyes met mine, and she blinked as if a bright light had been

suddenly thrust before her; but that was all, and she turned again to her task without speaking.

'The servants would not do it,' she answered in a low but steady voice. 'You are still our guest, Monsieur.'

The fire blazed up as she spoke, and she rose slowly from it, and with a lingering look at it went out, leaving

me to stand and stare and listen in the middle of the floor. Presently I heard her coming back along the

passage, and she entered bearing a tray with wine and meat and bread. She set it down on the table, and with

the same wan face, trembling always on the verge of tears, she began to lay out the things. The glasses

clinked fitfully against the plates as she handled them; the knives jarred with one another. And I stood by,

She signed to me at last to sit down; and she went herself, and stood in the garden doorway with her back to

me. I obeyed. I sat down. But though I had eaten nothing since the afternoon of the day before, I could not

swallow. I fumbled with my knife, and drank; and grew hot and angry at this farce; and then looked through

the window at the dripping bushes, and the rain and the distant sundialand grew cold again.

I threw down my knife, and sprang up in a frenzy of passion. 'MON DIEU! Madame,' I cried, 'do you think

And then in a moment I knew what I had done, what a folly I had committed. For in a moment she was on her

knees on the floor, clasping my knees, pressing her wet cheeks to my rough clothes, crying to me for

mercyfor life! life! his life! Oh, it was horrible! It was horrible to hear her gasping voice, to see her fair

hair falling over my mudstained boots, to mark her slender little form convulsed with sobs, to feel that it

'Oh, Madame! Madame!' I cried in my pain, 'I beg you to rise. Rise, or I must go!'

'His life! only his life!' she moaned passionately. 'What had he done to youthat you should hunt him down?

what have we done to you that you should slay us? Oh! have mercy! Have mercy! Let him go, and we will

pray for you, I and my sister will pray for you, every morning and night of our lives.'

I was in terror lest someone should come and see her lying there, and I stooped and tried to raise her. But she

only sank the lower, until her tender little hands touched the rowels of my spurs. I dared not move, At last I

'Listen, then, Madame!' I said almost sternly, 'if you will not rise. You forget everything, both how I stand,

and how small my power is! You forget that if I were to release your husband today he would be seized

within the hour by those who are still in the village and who are watching every roadwho have not ceased

She cut me short on that word. She sprang to her feet and faced me. One moment more and I should have said

something to the purpose. But at that word she stood before me, white, breathless, dishevelled, struggling for

'Oh, yes, yes!' she panted eagerly. 'I knowI know!' And she thrust her hand into her bosom and plucked

something out and gave it to meforced it upon me. 'I knowI know!' she said again. 'Take it, and God

I stood and looked at her and it; and slowly I froze. She had given me the packetthe packet I had restored

to Mademoiselle the parcel of jewels. I weighed it in my hands, and my heart grew hard again, for I knew

that this was Mademoiselle's doing; that it was she who, mistrusting the effect of Madame's tears and prayers,

had armed her with this last weaponthis dirty bribe. I flung it down on the table among the plates.

'Madame!' I cried ruthlessly, all my pity changed to anger, 'you mistake me altogether! I have heard hard

words enough in the last twentyfour hours, and I know what you think of me! But you have yet to learn that

I have never done one thing. I have never turned traitor to the hand that employed me, nor sold my own side!

She sank on a seat with a moan of despair; and precisely at that moment M. de Cocheforet opened the door

and came in. Over his shoulder I had a glimpse of Mademoiselle's proud face, a little whiter than of yore,

'It isthat we start at eleven o'clock, Monsieur,' I answered, bowing curtly. And I went out by the other door.

That I might not be present at their parting I remained in the garden until the hour I had appointed was well

past; and then, without entering the house, I went to the stable entrance. Here I found all in readiness, the two

troopers whose company I had requisitioned as far as Auch, already in the saddle, my own two knaves

waiting with my sorrel and M. de Cocheforet's chestnut. Another horse was being led up and down by Louis,

and, alas! my heart moved at the sight, for it bore a lady's saddle. We were to have company then. Was it

I suppose that they had set some kind of a watch on me, for as I walked up M. de Cocheforet and his sister

came out of the house; he with a pale face and bright eyes, and a twitching visible in his cheekthough he

'With your permission, Monsieur,' he answered with bitter politeness. But I saw that he was choking with

'Perhapsas you have my parole, you will permit me to ride alone?' he said with a little hesitation. 'And'

Accordingly I directed the troopers to ride before him, keeping out of earshot, while my two men followed

him at a little distance with their carbines on their knees. Last of all, I rode myself with my eyes open and a

pistol loose in my holster. M. de Cocheforet muttered a sneer at so many precautions and the mountain made

of his request; but I had not done so much and come so far, I had not faced scorn and insults to be cheated of

my prize at last; and aware that until we were beyond Auch there must be hourly and pressing danger of a

rescue, I was determined that he who should wrest my prisoner from me should pay dearly for it. Only pride,

and, perhaps, in a degree also, appetite for a fight, had prevented me borrowing ten troopers instead of two.

As was wont I looked with a lingering eye and many memories at the little bridge, the narrow woodland path,

the first roofs of the village; all now familiar, all seen for the last time. Up the brook a party of soldiers were

dragging for the captain's body. A furlong farther on, a cottage, burned by some carelessness in the night, lay

a heap of black ashes. Louis ran beside us weeping; the last brown leaves fluttered down in showers. And

between my eyes and all, the slow steady rain fell and fell. And so I left Cocheforet.

Louis went with us to a point a mile beyond the village, and there stood and saw us go, cursing me furiously

as I passed. Looking back when we had ridden on, I still saw him standing, and after a moment's hesitation I

'Listen, fool!' I said, cutting him short in the midst of his mowing and snarling, 'and give this message to your

mistress. Tell her from me that it will be with her husband as it was with M. de Regnier, when he fell into the

'No, fool, I want to save her,' I retorted wrathfully. 'Tell her that, just that and no more, and you will see the

'I shall not,' he said sullenly. 'A message from you indeed!' And he spat on the ground.

'Then on your head be it,' I answered solemnly, And I turned my horse's head and galloped fast after the

others. But I felt sure that he would report what I had said, if it were only out of curiosity; and it would be

strange if Madame, a gentlewoman of the south, bred among old family traditions, did not understand the

And so we began our journey; sadly, under dripping trees and a leaden sky. The country we had to traverse

was the same I had trodden on the last day of my march southwards, but the passage of a month had changed

the face of everything. Green dells, where springs welling out of the chalk had once made of the leafy bottom

a fairies' home, strewn with delicate ferns and hung with mosses, were now swamps into which our horses

sank to the fetlock. Sunny brews, whence I had viewed the champaign and traced my forward path, had

become bare, windswept ridges. The beech woods that had glowed with ruddy light were naked now; mere

black trunks and rigid arms pointing to heaven. An earthy smell filled the air; a hundred paces away a wall of

mist closed the view. We plodded on sadly up hill and down hill, now fording brooks, already stained with

floodwater, now crossing barren heaths. But up hill or down hill, whatever the outlook, I was never

permitted to forget that I was the jailor, the ogre, the villain; that I, riding behind in my loneliness, was the

blight on allthe deathspot. True, I was behind the othersI escaped their eyes. But there was not a line

of Mademoiselle's figure that did not speak scorn to me; not a turn of head that did not seem to say, 'Oh, God,

I had only speech with her once during the day, and that was on the last ridge before we went down into the

valley to climb up again to Auch. The rain had ceased; the sun, near its setting, shone faintly; for a few

moments we stood on the brow and looked southwards while we breathed the horses. The mist lay like a pall

on the country we had traversed; but beyond and above it, gleaming pearllike in the level rays, the line of

the mountains stood up like a land of enchantment, soft, radiant, wonderful! or like one of those castles on

the Hill of Glass of which the old romances tell us. I forgot for an instant how we were placed, and I cried to

Sheit was Mademoiselle, and she had taken off her maskcast one look at me in answer; only one, but it

conveyed disgust and loathing so unspeakable that scorn beside them would have been a gift. I reined in my

horse as if she had struck me, and felt myself go first hot and then cold under her eyes. Then she looked

But I did not forget the lesson; and after that I avoided her more sedulously than before. We lay that night at

Auch, and I gave M. de Cocheforet the utmost liberty, even permitting him to go out and return at his will. In

the morning, believing that on the farther side of Auch we ran little risk of attack, I dismissed the two

dragoons, and an hour after sunrise we set out again. The day was dry and cold, the weather more promising.

I proposed to go by way of Lectoure, crossing the Garonne at Agen; and I thought that, with roads continually

improving as we moved northwards, we should be able to make good progress before night. My two men

Our way lay down the valley of the Gers, under poplars and by long rows of willows, and presently the sun

came out and warmed us. Unfortunately the rain of the day before had swollen the brooks which crossed our

path, and we more than once had a difficulty in fording them. Noon found us little more than half way to

Lectoure, and I was growing each minute more impatient when our road, which had for a little while left the

river bank, dropped down to it again, and I saw before us another crossing, half ford half slough. My men

tried it gingerly and gave back and tried it again in another place; and finally, just as Mademoiselle and her

brother came up to them, floundered through and sprang slantwise up the farther bank.

The delay had been long enough to bring me, with no good will of my own, close upon the Cocheforets.

Mademoiselle's horse made a little business of the place, and in the result we entered the water almost

together; and I crossed close on her heels. The bank on either side was steep; while crossing we could see

neither before nor behind. But at the moment I thought nothing of this nor of her delay; and I was following

her quite at my leisure and picking my way, when the sudden report of a carbine, a second report, and a yell

On the instant, while the sound was still in my ears, I saw it all. Like a hot iron piercing my brain the truth

flashed into my mind. We were attacked! We were attacked, and I was here helpless in this pit, this trap! The

loss of a second while I fumbled here, Mademoiselle's horse barring the way, might be fatal.

There was but one way. I turned my horse straight at the steep bank, and he breasted it. One moment he hung

as if he must fall back. Then, with a snort of terror and a desperate bound, he topped it, and gained the level,

Seventy paces away on the road lay one of my men. He had fallen, horse and man, and lay still. Near him,

with his back against a bank, stood his fellow, on foot, pressed by four horsemen, and shouting. As my eye

lighted on the scene he let fly with a carbine, and dropped one. I clutched a pistol from my holster and seized

my horse by the head. I might save the man yet, I shouted to him to encourage him, and was driving in my

spurs to second my voice, when a sudden vicious blow, swift and unexpected, struck the pistol from my hand.

I made a snatch at it as it fell, but missed it, and before I could recover myself, Mademoiselle thrust her horse

furiously against mine, and with her ridingwhip lashed the sorrel across the ears. As the horse reared up

madly, I had a glimpse of her eyes flashing hate through her mask; of her hand again uplifted; the next

moment, I was down in the road, ingloriously unhorsed, the sorrel was galloping away, and her horse, scared

But for that I think that she would have trampled on me. As it was, I was free to rise, and draw, and in a

twinkling was running towards the fighters. All had happened in a few seconds. My man was still defending

himself, the smoke of the carbine had scarcely risen. I sprang across a fallen tree that intervened, and at the

same moment two of the men detached themselves and rode to meet me. One, whom I took to be the leader,

was masked. He came furiously at me to ride me down, but I leaped aside nimbly, and, evading him, rushed

at the other, and scaring his horse, so that he dropped his point, cut him across the shoulder, before he could

guard himself. He plunged away, cursing and trying to hold in his horse, and I turned to meet the masked

'You villain!' he cried, riding at me again. This time he manoeuvred his horse so skilfully that I was hard put

to it to prevent him knocking me down; while I could not with all my efforts reach him to hurt him.

I wounded him slightly in the knee for answer; before I could do more his companion came back, and the two

set upon me, slashing at my head so furiously and towering above me with so great an advantage that it was

all I could do to guard it. I was soon glad to fall back against the bank. In this sort of conflict my rapier would

have been of little use, but fortunately I had armed myself before I left Paris with a cutandthrust sword for

the road; and though my mastery of the weapon was not on a par with my rapier play, I was able to fend off

their cuts, and by an occasional prick keep the horses at a distance. Still, they swore and cut at me; and it was

trying work. A little delay might enable the other man to come to their help, or Mademoiselle, for all I knew,

might shoot me with my own pistol. I was unfeignedly glad when a lucky parade sent the masked man's

sword flying across the road. On that he pushed his horse recklessly at me, spurring it without mercy; but the

animal, which I had several times touched, reared up instead, and threw him at the very moment that I

The scene was now changed. The man in the mask staggered to his feet, and felt stupidly for a pistol. But he

could not find one, and he was in no state to use it if he had. He reeled helplessly to the bank and leaned

against it. The man I had wounded was in scarcely better condition. He retreated before me, but in a moment,

losing courage, let drop his sword, and, wheeling round, cantered off, clinging to his pommel. There

remained only the fellow engaged with my man, and I turned to see how they were getting on. They were

standing to take breath, so I ran towards them; but on seeing me coming, this rascal, too, whipped round his

The first thing I didand I remember it to this day with pleasurewas to plunge my hand into my pocket,

take out half of all the money I had in the world, and press it on the man who had fought for me so stoutly. In

my joy I could have kissed him! It was not only that I had escaped defeat by the skin of my teeth and his

good sword; but I knew, and felt, and thrilled with the knowledge, that the fight had, in a sense, redeemed my

character. He was wounded in two places, and I had a scratch or two, and had lost my horse; and my other

poor fellow was dead as a herring. But, speaking for myself, I would have spent half the blood in my body to

purchase the feeling with which I turned back to speak to M. de Cocheforet and his sister. Mademoiselle had

dismounted, and with her face averted and her mask pushed on one side, was openly weeping. Her brother,

who had faithfully kept his place by the ford from the beginning of the fight to the end, met me with raised

'Acknowledge my virtue,' he said airily. 'I am here, M. de Berault; which is more than can be said of the two

'Yes,' I answered with a touch of bitterness. 'I wish that they had not shot my poor man before they went.'

'They were my friends,' he said. 'You must not expect me to blame them. But that is not all, M. de Berault.'

'No,' I said, wiping my sword. 'There is this gentleman in the mask.' And I turned to go towards him.

'That gentleman?' he said, hesitating and looking at me doubtfully. 'Have you considered what will happen to

'Not for me,' I replied brutally, 'since he is in my power. If he will take off his mask I shall know better what I

The stranger had lost his hat in his fall, and his fair hair, stained with dust, hung in curls on his shoulders. He

was a tall man, of a slender, handsome presence, and, though his dress was plain and almost rough, I espied a

splendid jewel on his hand, and fancied that I detected other signs of high quality. He still lay against the

'Ho! ho!' I replied softly, looking hard first at my old prisoner, and then at my new one. 'Thenwhat do you

'Leave him here!' M. de Cocheforet answered, his face flushed, the pulse in his cheek beating.

I had known him for a man of perfect honour before, and trusted him. But this evident earnest anxiety on

behalf of his friend touched me not a little. Besides, I knew that I was treading on slippery ground: that it

'I will do it,' I said after a moment's reflection. 'He will play me no tricks, I suppose? A letter of'

'MON DIEU, no! He will understand,' Cocheforet answered eagerly. 'You will not repent it. Let us be going.'

'Well, but my horse?' I said, somewhat taken aback by this extreme haste. 'How am I to'

'We shall overtake it,' he assured me. 'It will have kept the road. Lectoure is no more than a league from here,

I had nothing to gain by demurring, and so, after another word or two, it was arranged. We picked up what

we had dropped, M. de Cocheforet helped his sister to mount, and within five minutes we were gone. Casting

a glance back from the skirts of the wood I fancied that I saw the masked man straighten himself and turn to

look after us, but the leaves were beginning to intervene, the distance may have cheated me. And yet I was

not indisposed to think the unknown a trifle more observant, and a little less seriously hurt, than he seemed.

Through all, it will have been noticed, Mademoiselle had not spoken to me, nor said one word, good or bad.

She had played her part grimly, had taken defeat in silence if with tears, had tried neither prayer nor defence

nor apology. And the fact that the fight was now over, and the scene left behind, made no difference in her

conduct. She kept her face studiously turned from me, and affected to ignore my presence. I caught my horse

feeding by the roadside, a furlong forward, and mounted and fell into place behind the two, as in the morning.

And just as we had plodded on then in silence we plodded on now; almost as if nothing had happened; while

I wondered at the unfathomable ways of women, and marvelled that she could take part in such an incident

Yet, though she strove to hide it, it had made a change in her. Though her mask served her well it could not

entirely hide her emotions; and byandby I marked that her head drooped, that she rode listlessly, that the

lines of her figure were altered. I noticed that she had flung away, or furtively dropped, her ridingwhip; and

I began to understand that, far from the fight having set me in my former place, to the old hatred of me were

now added shame and vexation on her own account; shame that she had so lowered herself, even to save her

Of this I saw a sign at Lectoure, where the inn had but one common room and we must all dine in company. I

secured for them a table by the fire, and leaving them standing by it, retired myself to a smaller one near the

door. There were no other guests; which made the separation between us more marked. M. de Cocheforet

seemed to feel this. He shrugged his shoulders and looked across the room at me with a smile half sad half

comical. But Mademoiselle was implacable. She had taken off her mask, and her face was like stone. Once,

only once during the meal, I saw a change come over her. She coloured, I suppose at her thoughts, until her

face flamed from brow to chin. I watched the blush spread and spread; and then she slowly and proudly

I suppose that she and her brother had both built on this attempt, which must have been arranged at Auch. For

when we went on in the afternoon, I marked a change in them. They rode like people resigned to the worst.

The grey realities of the position, the dreary future began to hang like a mist before their eyes, began to tinge

the landscape with sadness, robbed even the sunset of its colours. With each hour Monsieur's spirits flagged

and his speech became less frequent; until presently when the light was nearly gone and the dusk was round

us the brother and sister rode hand in hand, silent, gloomy, one at least of them weeping. The cold shadow of

the Cardinal, of Paris, of the scaffold fell on them, and chilled them. As the mountains which they had known

all their lives sank and faded behind us, and we entered on the wide, low valley of the Garonne, their hopes

sank and faded alsosank to the dead level of despair. Surrounded by guards, a mark for curious glances,

with pride for a companion, M. de Cocheforet could have borne himself bravely; doubtless would bear

himself bravely still when the end came. But almost alone, moving forward through the grey evening to a

prison, with so many measured days before him, and nothing to exhilarate or angerin this condition it was

little wonder if he felt, and betrayed that he felt, the blood run slow in his veins; if he thought more of the

weeping wife and ruined home which he had left behind him than of the cause in which he had spent himself.

But God knows, they had no monopoly of gloom. I felt almost as sad myself. Long before sunset the flush of

triumph, the heat of battle, which had warmed my heart at noon, were gone, giving place to a chill

dissatisfaction, a nausea, a despondency such as I have known follow a long night at the tables. Hitherto there

had been difficulties to be overcome, risks to be run, doubts about the end. Now the end was certain and very

near; so near that it filled all the prospect. One hour of triumph I might have, and would have, and I hugged

the thought of it as a gambler hugs his last stake, planning the place and time and mode, and trying to occupy

myself wholly with it. But the price? Alas! that too would intrude itself, and more frequently as the evening

waned; so that as I marked this or that thing by the road, which I could recall passing on my journey south

with thoughts so different, with plans that now seemed so very, very old, I asked myself grimly if this were

really I; if this were Gil de Berault, known at Zaton's, PREMIER JOUEUR, or some Don Quichotte from

We reached Agen very late that evening, after groping our way through a byroad near the river, set with

holes and willowstools and frogspawna place no better than a slough; so that after it the great fires and

lights at the Blue Maid seemed like a glimpse of a new world, and in a twinkling put something of life and

spirits into two at least of us. There was queer talk round the hearth here, of doings in Paris, of a stir against

the Cardinal with the Queenmother at bottom, and of grounded expectations that something might this time

come of it. But the landlord poohpoohed the idea; and I more than agreed with him. Even M. de Cocheforet,

who was at first inclined to build on it, gave up hope when he heard that it came only by way of Montauban;

whencesince its reduction the year beforeall sort of CANARDS against the Cardinal were always on the

'They kill him about once a month,' our host said with a grin. 'Sometimes it is MONSIEUR is to prove a

match for him, sometimes CESAR MONSIEURthe Duke of Vendome, you understandand sometimes

the Queenmother. But since M. de Chalais and the Marshal made a mess of it and paid forfeit, I pin my faith

'Perfectly. Since the Languedoc business came to an end, all goes well,' he answered.

Mademoiselle had retired on our arrival, so that her brother and I were for an hour or two this evening thrown

together. I left him at liberty to separate himself from me if he pleased, but he did not use the opportunity. A

kind of comradeship, rendered piquant by our peculiar relations, had begun to spring up between us. He

seemed to take an odd pleasure in my company, more than once rallied me on my post of jailor, would ask

humorously if he might do this or that; and once even inquired what I should do if he broke his parole.

'Or take it this way,' he continued flippantly, 'Suppose I had struck you in the back this evening in that cursed

swamp by the river, M. de Berault? What then! PARDIEU, I am astonished at myself that I did not do it. I

could have been in Montauban within twentyfour hours, and found fifty hidingplaces and no one the

He made a wry face. 'Yes,' he said, 'I am afraid that I must have stabbed her too, to preserve my selfrespect.

You are right.' And he fell into a reverie which held him for a few minutes. Then I found him looking at me

'Well, because Iwanted to confirm an impression. To be frank, M. de Berault, I seem to see in you two

'Yes, two men. One, the man who captured me; the other, the man who let my friend go free today.'

'It surprised you that I let him go? That was prudence, M. de Cocheforet,' I replied. 'I am an old gambler. I

know when the stakes are too high for me. The man who caught a lion in his wolfpit had no great catch.'

'I daresay that there are two in most men's skins,' I answered with a sigh. 'But not always together. Sometimes

I shrugged my shoulders. 'That is as may be,' I said. 'You do not take an estate without the debts.'

He did not answer for a moment, and I fancied that his thoughts had reverted to his own case. But on a

sudden he looked at me again. 'Will you answer a question, M. de Berault?' he said winningly.

'Then tell meit is a tale I am sure worth the telling. What was it that, in a very evil hour for me, sent you in

'I did not ask who,' he replied drily. 'I asked, what. You had no grudge against me?'

'Then what on earth induced you to do it? Heavens! man,' he continued bluntly, and speaking with greater

freedom than he had before used, 'Nature never intended you for a tipstaff. What was it then?'

'I will tell youtomorrow,' I said. 'I shall have something to say to you then, of which that will be part.'

He looked at me in great astonishment, and with a little suspicion. But I called for a light, and by going at

once to bed, cut short his questions. In the morning we did not meet until it was time to start.

Those who know the south road to Agen, and how the vineyards rise in terraces north of the town, one level

of red earth above another, green in summer, but in late autumn bare and stony, may remember a particular

place where the road, two leagues from the town, runs up a steep hill. At the top of the hill four roads meet;

and there, plain to be seen against the sky, is a fingerpost indicating which way leads to Bordeaux, and which

This hill had impressed me greatly on my journey south; perhaps because I had enjoyed from it my first

extended view of the Garonne Valley, and had there felt myself on the verge of the south country where my

mission lay. It had taken root in my memory, so that I had come to look upon its bare rounded head, with the

guidepost and the four roads, as the first outpost of Paris, as the first sign of return to the old life.

Now for two days I had been looking forward to seeing it again, That long stretch of road would do

admirably for something I had in my mind. That signpost, with the roads pointing north, south, east, and

We came to the bottom of the ascent about an hour before noon, M. de Cocheforet, Mademoiselle, and I. We

had reversed the order of yesterday, and I rode ahead; they came after at their leisure. Now, at the foot of the

hill I stopped, and letting Mademoiselle pass on, detained M. de Cocheforet by a gesture.

He looked at me somewhat fretfully; with a gleam of wildness in his eyes that betrayed how the iron was,

little by little, eating into his heart. He had started after breakfast as gaily as a bridegroom, but gradually he

'Yes,' I replied, without blenching, though his face grew dark. 'For the matter of that, you can be within call

all the time, if you please. But I have a reason for wishing to ride a little way with her.'

'Then you can tell it to me,' he retorted suspiciously. 'Mademoiselle, I will answer for it, has no desire to'

'See me or speak to me? No,' I said. 'I can understand that. Yet I want to speak to her.'

'Very well, you can speak in my presence,' he answered rudely. 'If that be all, let us ride on and join her.' And

'That will not do, M. de Cocheforet,' I said firmly, stopping him with my hand. 'Let me beg you to be more

complaisant. It is a small thing I ask, a very small thing; but I swear to you that if Mademoiselle does not

'Fine words,' he said, with a sneer. 'Yet I fancy I understand them.' And then with a passionate oath he broke

out. 'But I will not have it! I have not been blind, M. de Berault, and I understand. But I will not have it. I will

have no such Judas bargain made. PARDIEU! do you think I could suffer it and show my face again?'

'I don't know what you mean,' I said, restraining myself with difficulty. I could have struck the fool.

'But I know what you mean,' he replied, in a tone of suppressed rage. 'You would have her sell herself; sell

herself to you to save me. And you would have me stand by and see the thing done. No, sir, never; never,

'I think that you will do the one as certainly as you have done the other,' I retorted in my exasperation. And

'Then be good enough to favour me with your ears!' I answered drily. 'For just a moment. And listen when I

say that no such bargain has ever crossed my mind. You were kind enough to think well of me last night, M.

de Cocheforet. Why should the mention of Mademoiselle in a moment change your opinion? I wish simply to

speak to her. I have nothing to ask from her, nothing to expect from her, either favour or anything else. What

I say she will doubtless tell you. CIEL man! what harm can I do to her, in the road in your sight?'

'What do you want to say to her?' he asked jealously. He was quite unlike himself. His airy nonchalance, his

'You know what I do not want to say to her, M. de Cocheforet,' I answered. 'That should be enough.'

He glowered at me a moment, still ill content. Then, without a word, be made me a gesture to go to her.

She had halted a score of paces away; wondering, doubtless, what was on foot. I rode towards her. She wore

her mask, so that I missed the expression of her face as I approached; but the manner in which she turned her

horse's head uncompromisingly towards her brother and looked past me was full of meaning. I felt the ground

'Mademoiselle,' I said, 'will you grant me the privilege of your company for a few minutes as we ride?'

'To what purpose?' she answered; surely, in the coldest voice in which a woman ever spoke to a man.

'That I may explain to you a great many things you do not understand,' I murmured.

'I prefer to be in the dark,' she replied. And her manner was more cruel than her words.

'But, Mademoiselle,' I pleadedI would not be discouraged'you told me one day, not so long ago, that

'Facts judge you, not I,' she answered icily. 'I am not sufficiently on a level with you to be able to judge

'Still, once before you thought the same,' I exclaimed after a pause, 'and afterwards you found that you had

'No,' I cried. 'It is not impossible. It is you who are impossible. It is you who are heartless, Mademoiselle. I

have done much in the last three days to make things lighter for you, much to make things more easy; now I

'Nothing?' she answered slowlyand she looked at me; and her eyes and her voice cut me as if they had

been knives. 'Nothing? Do you think, Monsieur, it costs me nothing to lose my selfrespect, as I do with every

word I speak to you? Do you think it costs me nothing to be here when I feel every look you cast upon me an

insult, every breath I take in your presence a contamination? Nothing, Monsieur?' she continued with bitter

irony. 'Nay, something! But something which I could not hope to make clear to you.'

I sat for a moment confounded, quivering with pain. It had been one thing to feel that she hated and scorned

me, to know that the trust and confidence which she had begun to place in me were transformed to loathing.

It was another to listen to her hard, pitiless words, to change colour under the lash of her gibing tongue. For a

moment I could not find voice to answer her. Then I pointed to M. de Cocheforet.

'Do you love him?' I said hoarsely, roughly. The gibing tone had passed from her voice to mine.

'Because if you do you will let me tell my tale. Say no, but once more, MademoiselleI am only

I had done better had I taken that tone from the beginning. She winced, her head dropped, she seemed to

'Then we will ride on, if you please,' I said keeping the advantage I had gained. 'You need not fear. Your

I caught hold of her rein and turned her horse, and she suffered it without demur; and in a moment we were

pacing side by side, with the long straight road before us. At the end where it topped the hill, I could see the

fingerpost, two faint black lines against the sky. When we reached thatinvoluntarily I checked my horse

'It is a tale I desire to tell you, Mademoiselle,' I answered. 'Perhaps I may seem to begin a long way off, but

before I end I promise to interest you. Two months ago there was living in Paris a manperhaps a bad

'Oh, Monsieur, spare me this!' she said, quietly scornful. 'I will take it for granted.'

'Very well,' I replied steadfastly. 'Good or bad, he one day, in defiance of the Cardinal's edict against duelling,

fought with a young Englishman behind St Jacques' Church. The Englishman had influence, the person of

whom I speak had none, and an indifferent name; he was arrested, thrown into the Chatelet, cast for death,

left for days to face death. At last an offer was made to him. If he would seek out and deliver up another man,

I paused and drew a deep breath. Then I continued, looking not at her, but into the distance, and speaking

'Mademoiselle, it seems easy now to say what course he should have chosen. It seems hard now to find

excuses for him. But there was one thing which I plead for him. The task he was asked to undertake was a

dangerous one. He risked, he knew that he must risk, and the event proved him to be right, his life against the

life of this unknown man. And one thing more; time was before him. The outlaw might be taken by another,

might be killed, might die, mightBut there, Mademoiselle, we know what answer this person made. He

took the baser course, and on his honour, on his parole, with money supplied to him, he went free; free on the

I paused again, but I did not dare to look at her; and after a moment of silence I resumed.

'Some portion of the second half of the story you know, Mademoiselle; but not all. Suffice it that this man

came down to a remote village, and there at risk, but, Heaven knows, basely enough, found his way into his

victim's home. Once there, however, his heart began to fail him. Had he found the house garrisoned by men,

he might have pressed to his end with little remorse. But he found there only two helpless loyal women; and I

say again that from the first hour of his entrance he sickened at the work which he had in hand, the work

which illfortune had laid upon him. Still he pursued it. He had given his word; and if there was one tradition

of his race which this man had never broken, it was that of fidelity to his sideto the man who paid him. But

he pursued it with only half his mind, in great misery, if you will believe me; sometimes in agonies of shame.

Gradually, however, almost against his will, the drama worked itself out before him, until he needed only one

I looked at Mademoiselle, trembling. But her head was averted: I could gather nothing from the outlines of

'Do not misunderstand me,' I said in a lower voice. 'Do not misunderstand what I am going to say next. This

is no lovestory; and can have no ending such as romancers love to set to their tales. But I am bound to

mention, Mademoiselle, that this man who had lived almost all his life about inns and eatinghouses and at the

gamingtables met here for the first time for years a good woman, and learned by the light of her loyalty and

devotion to see what his life had been, and what was the real nature of the work he was doing. I thinknay, I

know,' I continued, 'that it added a hundredfold to his misery that when he learned at last the secret he had

come to surprise, he learned it from her lips, and in such a way that, had he felt no shame, Hell could have

been no place for him. But in one thing I hope she misjudged him. She thought, and had reason to think, that

the moment he knew her secret he went out, not even closing the door, and used it. But the truth was that

while her words were still in his ears news came to him that others had the secret; and had he not gone out on

the instant and done what he did, and forestalled them, M. de Cocheforet would have been taken, but by

'Oh, yes, yes!' she answered with a passionate gesture. 'Why did you not tell me? Why did you not confess to

me, sir, even at the last moment? But, no more! No more!' she continued in a piteous voice; and she tried to

urge her horse forward. 'I have heard enough. You are racking my heart, M. de Berault. Some day I will ask

'I will hear no more,' she answered in a voice she vainly strove to render steady. 'To what end? Can I say

more than I have said? Or did you think that I could forgive you nowwith him behind us going to his

death? Oh, no, no!' she continued. 'Leave me! I implore you to leave me, sir. I am not well.'

She drooped over her horse's neck as she spoke, and began to weep so passionately that the tears ran down

her cheeks under her mask, and fell and sparkled like dew on the mane; while her sobs shook her so that I

thought she must fall. I stretched out my hand instinctively to give her help, but she shrank from me. 'No!' she

'Yet there must be one thing more between us,' I answered firmly. 'You must listen to me a little longer

whether you will or no, Mademoiselle: for the love you bear to your brother. There is one course still open to

me by which I may redeem my honour; and it has been in my mind for some time back to take that course.

'Today, I am thankful to say, I can take it cheerfully, if not without regret; with a steadfast heart, if no light

one. Mademoiselle,' I continued earnestly, feeling none of the triumph, none of the vanity, none of the elation

I had foreseen, but only simple joy in the joy I could give her, 'I thank God that it IS still in my power to undo

what I have done: that it is still in my power to go back to him who sent me, and telling him that I have

We were within a hundred paces of the top and the fingerpost. She cried out wildly that she did not

understand. 'What is it youyouhave just said?' she murmured. 'I cannot hear.' And she began to fumble

'Only this, Mademoiselle,' I answered gently. 'I give your brother back his word, his parole. From this

moment he is free to go whither he pleases. Here, where we stand, four roads meet. That to the right goes to

Montauban, where you have doubtless friends, and can lie hid for a time. Or that to the left leads to

Bordeaux, where you can take ship if you please. And in a word, Mademoiselle,' I continued, ending a little

She turned her face to mewe had both come to a standstilland plucked at the fastenings of her mask. But

her trembling fingers had knotted the string, and in a moment she dropped her hand with a cry of despair. 'But

you? You?' she wailed in a voice so changed that I should not have known it for hers. 'What will you do? I do

'There is a third road,' I answered. 'It leads to Paris. That is my road, Mademoiselle. We part here.'

'Because from today I would fain begin to be honourable,' I answered in a low voice. 'Because I dare not be

And she began to sway so violently in her saddle that I sprang down, and, running round her horse's head,

was just in time to catch her as she fell. She was not quite unconscious then, for as I supported her, she cried

But as she spoke she clung to me; and I made no mistake. Those words made me happy. I carried her to the

bank, my heart on fire, and laid her against it just as M. de Cocheforet rode up. He sprang from his horse, his

eyes blazing, 'What is this?' he cried. 'What have you been saying to her, man?'

'She will tell you,' I answered drily, my composure returning under his eye. 'Amongst other things, that you

are free. From this moment, M. de Cocheforet, I give you back your parole, and I take my own honour.

He cried out something as I mounted, but I did not stay to heed or answer. I dashed the spurs into my horse,

and rode away past the crossroads, past the fingerpost; away with the level upland stretching before me,

dry, bare, almost treeless; and behind me, all I loved. Once, when I had gone a hundred yards, I looked back

and saw him standing upright against the sky, staring after me across her body. And again a minute later I

looked back. This time saw only the slender wooden cross, and below it a dark blurred mass.

It was late evening on the twentyninth of November when I rode into Paris through the Orleans gate. The

wind was in the northeast, and a great cloud of vapour hung in the eye of an angry sunset. The air seemed to

be heavy with smoke, the kennels reeked, my gorge rose at the city's smell; and with all my heart I envied the

man who had gone out of it by the same gate nearly two months before, with his face to the south and the

prospect of riding day after day and league after league across heath and moor and pasture. At least he had

had some weeks of life before him, and freedom and the open air, and hope and uncertainty; while I came

back under doom, and in the pall of smoke that hung over the huddle of innumerable roofs saw a gloomy

For make no mistake. A man in middle life does not strip himself of the worldly habit with which experience

has clothed him, does not run counter to all the hard saws and instances by which he has governed his course

so long, without shiverings and doubts and horrible misgivings, and struggles of heart. At least a dozen times

between the Loire and Paris I asked myself what honour was, and what good it could do me when I lay

rotting and forgotten; if I were not a fool following a Jack o' Lanthorn; and whether, of all the men in the

world, the relentless man to whom I was returning would not be the first to gibe at my folly?

However, shame kept me straight; shame and the memory of Mademoiselle's looks and words. I dared not be

false to her again; I could not, after speaking so loftily, fall so low, And thereforethough not without many

a secret struggle and quaking I came, on the last evening but one of November, to the Orleans gate, and

rode slowly and sadly through the streets by the Luxembourg on my way to the Pont au Change.

The struggle had sapped my last strength, however; and with the first whiff of the gutters, the first rush of

barefooted gamins under my horse's hoofs, the first babel of street criesthe first breath, in a word, of

Paristhere came a new temptation; to go for one last night to Zaton's, to see the tables again and the faces

of surprise, to be for an hour or two the old Berault. That would be no breach of honour, for in any case I

could not reach the Cardinal before tomorrow. And it could do no harm. It could make no change in

anything. It would not have been a thing worth struggling about, indeed; onlyonly I had in my inmost heart

a suspicion that the stoutest resolutions might lose their force in that atmosphere; and that there even such a

Still, I think that I should have succumbed in the end if I had not received at the corner of the Luxembourg a

shock which sobered me effectually. As I passed the gates, a coach, followed by two outriders, swept out of

the Palace courtyard; it was going at a great pace, and I reined my jaded horse on one side to give it room. By

chance as it whirled by me, one of the leather curtains flapped back, and I saw for a second by the waning

A face and no more, and that only for a second. But it froze me. It was Richelieu's, the Cardinal's; but not as I

had been wont to see itkeen, cold, acute, with intellect and indomitable will in every feature. This face was

contorted with the rage of impatience, was grim with the fever of haste, and the fear of death. The eyes

burned under the pale brow, the moustache bristled, the teeth showed through the beard; I could fancy the

man crying 'Faster! Faster!' and gnawing his nails in the impotence of passion; and I shrank back as if I had

been struck. The next moment the outriders splashed me, the coach was a hundred paces ahead, and I was left

chilled and wondering, foreseeing the worst, and no longer in any mood for Zaton's.

Such a revelation of such a man was enough to appal me, for a moment conscience cried out that he must

have heard that Cocheforet had escaped him, and through me. But I dismissed the idea as soon as formed. In

the vast meshes of the Cardinal's schemes Cocheforet could be only a small fish; and to account for the face

in the coach I needed a cataclysm, a catastrophe, a misfortune as far above ordinary mishaps as this man's

It was almost dark when I crossed the bridges, and crept despondently to the Rue Savonnerie. After stabling

my horse I took my bag and holsters, and climbing the stairs to my old landlord'sI remember that the place

had grown, as it seemed to me, strangely mean and small and illsmelling in my absenceI knocked at the

door. It was promptly opened by the little tailor himself, who threw up his arms and opened his eyes at sight

'It is,' I said. It touched me a little, after my lonely journey, to find him so glad to see me; though I had never

done him a greater benefit than sometimes to unbend with him and borrow his money. 'You look surprised,

little man!' I continued, as he made way for me to enter. 'I'll be sworn that you have been pawning my goods

and letting my room, you knave!' 'Never, your Excellency!' he answered. 'On the contrary, I have been

'Today or tomorrow,' he answered, following me in and closing the door. 'The first thing I said when I

heard the news this morning wasnow we shall have M. de Berault back again. Your Excellency will

pardon the children,' he continued, bobbing round me, as I took the old seat on the threelegged stool before

While he ran to and fro with my cloak and bags, little Gil, to whom I had stood at St Sulpice's, borrowing ten

'So you expected me back when you heard the news, Frison, did you?' I said, taking the lad on my knee.

'To be sure, your Excellency,' he answered, peeping into the black pot before he lifted it to the hook.

'Then your Excellency must have made a very long journey indeed,' he said with conviction. 'For it has been

in the air a week or more, and I thought that it had brought you back. A week? A month, I dare say. They

whisper that it is the old Queen's doing. At any rate, it is certain that they have cancelled his commissions and

displaced his officers. There are rumours of immediate peace with Spain. Everywhere his enemies are lifting

up their heads; and I hear that he has relays of horses set all the way to the coast that he may fly at any

'But, man' I said, surprised out of my composure. 'The King! You forget the King. Let the Cardinal once

'Yes,' Frison answered eagerly. 'True, your Excellency, but the King will not see him. Three times today, as

I am told, the Cardinal has driven to the Luxembourg and stood like any common man in the antechamber,

so that I hear it was pitiful to see him. But his Majesty would not admit him. And when he went away the last

time I am told that his face was like death! Well, he was a great man, and we may be worse ruled, M. de

Berault, saving your presence. If the nobles did not like him, he was good to the traders and the bourgeoisie,

'Silence, man! Silence, and let me think,' I said, much excited. And while he bustled to and fro, getting my

supper, and the firelight played about the snug, sorry little room, and the child toyed with his plaything, I fell

to digesting this great news, and pondering how I stood now and what I ought to do. At first sight, I know, it

seemed to me that I had nothing to do but to sit still. In a few hours the man who had taken my bond would

be powerless, and I should be free; in a few hours I might smile at him. To all appearance the dice had fallen

well for me. I had done a great thing, run a great risk, won a woman's love; and, after all, I was not to pay the

But a word which fell from Frison as he fluttered round me, pouring out the broth and cutting the bread,

'Yes, your Excellency,' he said, confirming something he had stated before and which I had missed, 'and I am

told that the last time he came into the gallery there was not a man of all the scores who had been at his levee

last Monday would speak to him. They fell off like ratsjust like ratsuntil he was left standing alone. And

I have seen him!'Frison lifted up his eyes and his hands and drew in his breath'Ah! I have seen the King

'So? Well, your Excellency understands,' he answered meekly. 'Butthere are no cats on a cold hearth.'

I told him again that he was a fool. But for all that, and my reasoning, I felt uncomfortable. This was a great

man, if ever a great man lived, and they were all leaving him; and Iwell, I had no cause to love him. But I

had taken his money, I had accepted his commission, and I had betrayed him. These three things being so, if

he fell before I couldwith the best will in the worldset myself right with him, so much the better for me.

That was my gainthe fortune of war, the turn of the dice. But if I lay hid, and took time for my ally, and

being here while he still stood, though tottering, waited until he fell, what of my honour then? What of the

grand words I had said to Mademoiselle at Agen? I should be like the recreant in the old romance, who, lying

in the ditch while the battle raged, came out afterwards and boasted of his courage.

And yet the flesh was weak. A day, twentyfour hours, two days, might make the difference between life and

death, love and death; and I wavered. But at last I settled what I would do. At noon the next day, the time at

which I should have presented myself if I had not heard this news, at that time I would still present myself.

Having so settled it, I thought to rest in peace. But with the first light I was awake, and it was all I could do to

keep myself quiet until I heard Frison stirring. I called to him then to know if there was any news, and lay

waiting and listening while he went down to the street to learn. It seemed an endless time before he came

Of course he had not; and at nine o'clock I sent Frison out again; and at ten and elevenalways with the

same result. I was like a man waiting and looking and, above all, listening for a reprieve; and as sick as any

craven. But when he came back, at eleven, I gave up hope and dressed myself carefully. I suppose I had an

odd look then, however, for Frison stopped me at the door, and asked me, with evident alarm, where I was

It was a fine morning, sunny, keen, pleasant, when I went out into the street; but I scarcely noticed it. All my

thoughts were where I was going, so that it seemed but a step from my threshold to the Hotel Richelieu; I was

no sooner gone from the one than I found myself at the other. Now, as on a memorable evening when I had

crossed the street in a drizzling rain, and looked that way with foreboding, there were two or three guards, in

the Cardinal's livery, loitering in front of the great gates. Coming nearer, I found the opposite pavement under

the Louvre thronged with people, not moving about their business, but standing all silent, all looking across

furtively, all with the air of persons who wished to be thought passing by. Their silence and their keen looks

had in some way an air of menace. Looking back after I had turned in towards the gates, I found them

And certainly they had little else to look at. In the courtyard, where, some mornings, when the Court was in

Paris, I had seen a score of coaches waiting and thrice as many servants, were now emptiness and sunshine

and stillness. The officer on guard, twirling his moustachios, looked at me in wonder as I passed him; the

lackeys lounging in the portico, and all too much taken up with whispering to make a pretence of being of

service, grinned at my appearance. But that which happened when I had mounted the stairs and came to the

door of the antechamber outdid all. The man on guard would have opened the door, but when I went to

enter, a majordomo who was standing by, muttering with two or three of his kind, hastened forward and

'Your business, Monsieur, if you please?' he said inquisitively; while I wondered why he and the others

'Yes, M. de Berault, I have the honour to know your face,' he said. 'Butpardon me. Have you business with

'I have the common business,' I answered sharply. 'By which many of us live, sirrah! To wait on him.'

'No,' I said, astonished. 'It is the usual hour. For the matter of that, however, I have business with him.'

The man still looked at me for a moment in seeming embarrassment. Then he stood aside and signed to the

doorkeeper to open the door. I passed in, uncovering; with an assured face and steadfast mien, ready to meet

Yes, at the great Cardinal's levee I was the only client! I stared round the room, a long, narrow gallery,

through which it was his custom to walk every morning, after receiving his more important visitors. I stared, I

say, from side to side, in a state of stupefaction. The seats against either wall were empty, the recesses of the

windows empty too. The hat sculptured and painted here and there, the staring R, the blazoned arms looked

down on a vacant floor. Only on a little stool by the farther door, sat a quietfaced man in black, who read, or

pretended to read, in a little book, and never looked up. One of those men, blind, deaf, secretive, who fatten

Suddenly, while I stood confounded and full of shamed thought for I had seen the antechamber of

Richelieu's old hotel so crowded that he could not walk through itthis man closed his book, rose and came

I did so, in a deeper stupor than before. For how could the Cardinal know that I was here? How could he have

known when he gave the order? But I had short time to think of these things, or others. We passed through

two rooms, in one of which some secretaries were writing, we stopped at a third door. Over all brooded a

silence which could be felt. The usher knocked, opened, and, with his finger on his lip, pushed aside a curtain

I went round the screen, and I know not how it was, the watching crowd outside, the vacant antechamber in

which I had stood, the stillness and silence all seemed to be concentrated here, and to give to the man I saw

before me a dignity which he had never possessed for me when the world passed through his doors, and the

proudest fawned on him for a smile. He sat in a great chair on the farther side of the hearth, a little red

skullcap on his head, his fine hands lying still in his lap. The collar of lawn which fell over his cape was

quite plain, but the skirts of his red robe were covered with rich lace, and the order of the Holy Ghost, a white

dove on a gold cross, shone on his breast. Among the multitudinous papers on the great table near him I saw a

sword and pistols; and some tapestry that covered a little table behind him failed to hide a pair of spurred

ridingboots. But as I advanced he looked towards me with the utmost composure; with a face mild and

almost benign, in which I strove in vain to read the traces of last night's passion. So that it flashed across me

that if this man really stood (and afterwards I knew that he did) on the thin razoredge between life and

death, between the supreme of earthly power, lord of France and arbiter of Europe, and the nothingness of the

'And so you are back at last, M. de Berault,' he said gently. 'I have been expecting to see you since nine this

'That you returned to Paris by the Orleans gate last evening alone?' he answered, fitting together the ends of

his fingers, and looking at me over them with inscrutable eyes. 'Yes, I knew all that last night. And now, of

I stared at him and was dumb. In some way the strange things I had seen since I had left my lodgings, the

surprises I had found awaiting me here, had driven my own fortunes, my own peril, out of my headuntil

this moment. Now, at this question, all returned with a rush, and I remembered where I stood. My heart

heaved suddenly in my breast. I strove for a savour of the old hardihood, but for the moment I could not find

'Well,' he said lightly, a faint smile lifting his moustache. 'You do not speak. You left Auch with him on the

twentyfourth, M. de Berault. So much I know. And you reached Paris without him last night. He has not

'Ha! that is good,' he answered, sinking back again in his chair. 'For the momentbut I knew that I could

depend on you. And now where is he? What have you done with him? He knows much, and the sooner I

'No, Monseigneur,' I stammered, with dry lips. His very goodhumour, his benignity, appalled me. I knew how

terrible would be the change, how fearful his rage, when I should tell him the truth. And yet that I, Gil de

Berault, should tremble before any man! With that thought I spurred myself, as it were, to the task. 'No, your

Eminence,' I said, with the energy of despair. 'I have not brought him, because I have set him free.'

'Because you haveWHAT?' he exclaimed. He leaned forward as he spoke, his hands on the arm of the

'Because, Monseigneur, I am a gentleman, and this task should have been given to one who was not. I took

him, if you must know,' I continued impatientlythe fence once crossed I was growing bolder'by dogging

a woman's steps and winning her confidence and betraying it. And whatever I have done ill in my lifeof

which you were good enough to throw something in my teeth when I was last hereI have never done that,

'And, in point of fact, saved him from falling into the hands of the Commandant at Auch?'

'Then, what of the trust I placed in you, sirrah?' he rejoined, in a terrible voice; and stooping still farther

forward he probed me with his eyes. 'You who prate of trust and confidence, who received your life on

parole, and but for your promise to me would have been carrion this month past, answer me that? What of the

'The answer is simple,' I said, shrugging my shoulders with a touch of my old self. 'I am here to pay the

'And do you think that I do not know why?' he retorted, striking one hand on the arm of his chair with a force

that startled me. 'Because you have heard, sir, that my power is gone! Because you have heard that I, who

was yesterday the King's right hand, am today dried up, withered and paralysed! Because you have heard

but have a care! have a care!' he continued with extraordinary vehemence, and in a voice like a dog's snarl.

'You and those others! Have a care, I say, or you may find yourselves mistaken yet.'

'As Heaven shall judge me,' I answered solemnly, 'that is not true. Until I reached Paris last night I knew

nothing of this report. I came here with a single mind, to redeem my honour by placing again in your

For a moment he remained in the same attitude, staring at me fixedly. Then his face relaxed somewhat.

It stood on a table near me. I rang it, and a velvetfooted man in black came in, and gliding up to the

Cardinal, placed a paper in his hand. The Cardinal looked at it; while the man stood with his head

'Very good,' his Eminence said, after a pause which seemed to me to be endless, 'Let the doors be thrown

The man bowed low, and retired behind the screen. I heard a little bell ring somewhere in the silence, and in a

Astonished, I stood aside while he passed to the screen; then I followed him. Outside the first door, which

stood open, we found eight or nine personspages, a monk, the majordomo, and several guards waiting

like mutes. These signed to me to precede them and fell in behind us, and in that order we passed through the

first room and the second, where the clerks stood with bent heads to receive us. The last door, the door of the

antechamber, flew open as we approached, voices cried, 'Room! Room for his Eminence!' we passed

The ushers did not know how to look at one another; the lackeys trembled in their shoes. But the Cardinal

walked on, apparently unmoved, until he had passed slowly half the length of the chamber. Then he turned

himself about, looking first to one side and then to the other, with a low laugh of derision.

'Father,' he said in his thin voice, 'what does the Psalmist say? "I am become like a pelican in the wilderness

'And later in the same psalm, is it not written, "They shall perish, but thou shalt endure?"'

'Doubtless though, that refers to another life,' the Cardinal said, with his slow wintry smile. 'In the meantime

we will go back to our books, and serve God and the King in small things if not in great. Come, father, this is

And as solemnly as we had come we marched back through the first and second and third doors until we

stood again in the silence of the Cardinal's chamberhe and I and the velvetfooted man in black. For a

while Richelieu seemed to forget me. He stood brooding on the hearth, his eyes on a small fire, which burned

there though the weather was warm. Once I heard him laugh, and twice he uttered in a tone of bitter mockery

'Ah!' he said, 'I had forgotten you. Well, you are fortunate, M. de Berault. Yesterday I had a hundred clients;

today I have only one, and I cannot afford to hang him. But for your liberty that is another matter.'

I would have said something, pleaded something; but he turned abruptly to the table, and sitting down wrote a

few lines on a piece of paper. Then he rang his bell, while I stood waiting and confounded.

'Take this letter and that gentleman to the upper guardroom,' the Cardinal said sharply. 'I can hear no more,'

he continued, frowning and raising his hand to forbid interruption. 'The matter is ended, M. de Berault. Be

In a moment I was outside the door, my head in a whirl, my heart divided between gratitude and resentment. I

would fain have stood to consider my position; but I had no time. Obeying a gesture, I followed my guide

along several passages, and everywhere found the same silence, the same monastic stillness. At length, while

I was dolefully considering whether the Bastille or the Chatelet would be my fate, he stopped at a door, thrust

I went in in amazement, and stopped in confusion. Before me, alone, just risen from a chair, with her face one

moment pale, the next crimson with blushes, stood Mademoiselle de Cocheforet. I cried out her name.

'I expected to see no one so little, Mademoiselle,' I answered, striving to recover my composure.

'Yet you might have thought that we should not utterly desert you,' she replied, with a reproachful humility

which went to my heart. 'We should have been base indeed, if we had not made some attempt to save you. I

thank Heaven, M. de Berault, that it has so far succeeded that that strange man has promised me your life.

You have seen him?' she continued eagerly and in another tone, while her eyes grew on a sudden large with

'Yes, Mademoiselle,' I said. 'I have seen him, and it is true, He has given me my life.'

'I may have done more harm than good,' she murmured, looking at me piteously. 'But I did it for the best. I

But to hear her accuse herself thus, when she had made this long and lonely journey to save me, when she

had forced herself into her enemy's presence, and had, as I was sure she had, abased herself for me, was more

'Hush, Mademoiselle, hush!' I said, almost roughly. 'You hurt me. You have made me happy; and yet I wish

that you were not here, where, I fear, you have few friends, but back at Cocheforet. You have done more for

me than I expected, and a hundred times more than I deserved. But it must end here. I was a ruined man

before this happened, before I ever saw you. I am no worse now, but I am still that; and I would not have

your name pinned to mine on Paris lips. Therefore, goodbye. God forbid I should say more to you, or let

'Becausedo you remember, M. de Berault, what you told me of your lovestory under the guidepost by

Agen? That it could have no happy ending? For the same reason I was not ashamed to tell mine to the

I looked at her as she stood facing me. Her eyes shone under the lashes that almost hid them. Her figure

'That I loved,' she answered boldly, raising her clear eyes to mine. 'And therefore that I was not ashamed to

I fell on mine, and caught her hand before the last word passed her lips. For the moment I forgot King and

Cardinal, prison and the future, all; all except that this woman, so pure and so beautiful, so far above me in all

things, loved me. For the moment, I say. Then I remembered myself. I stood up, and stood back from her in a

'Ah! but you do not!' I cried. 'And besides, there is this this between us.' And I picked up the Cardinal's

letter. It had fallen on the floor. She turned a shade paler. Then she cried quickly,

I obeyed mechanically, dreading with a horrible dread what I might see. Even when I had it open I looked at

the finely scrawled characters with eyes askance. But at last I made it out. And it ran thus:

We were married next day, and a fortnight later were at Cocheforet, in the brown woods under the southern

mountains; while the great Cardinal, once more triumphant over his enemies, saw with cold, smiling eyes the

world pass through his chamber. The flood tide of his prosperity lasted thirteen years from that time, and

ceased only with his death. For the world had learned its lesson; to this hour they call that day, which saw me