Historical Romances: Under the Red Robe, Count Hannibal, A Gentleman of France. Weyman Stanley John
showed frayed and stained where the armour had pressed on it. But 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 à l'Espagnole. Probably when he turned he expected to see the sergeant, for at 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 you, Sir?"
"Captain Larolle," I said, uncovering politely, "I believe?"
"Yes, I am Captain Larolle," he retorted. "But who, in the fiend's name, are you? You are not the man we are after!"
"I am not M. Cocheforêt," I said coolly. "I am merely a guest in the house, M. le Capitaine. I have been enjoying Madame de Cocheforêt'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 drying, kicked the logs into a blaze.
"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, white-mustachioed old veteran, who sat back in his chair, eyeing me, with swollen cheeks and eyes surcharged with surprise.
"Good evening, M. le Lieutenant," I said, bowing gravely. "It is a fine night."
Then the storm burst.
"Fine night!" the captain shrieked, finding his voice again. "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! Lieutenant-call the guard! Call the guard!" he continued passionately. "Where is that ape of a sergeant?"
The lieutenant rose to obey, but I lifted my hand.
"Gently, gently, Captain," I said. "Not so fast! You seem surprised to see me here. Believe me, I am much more surprised to see you."
"Sacré!" he cried, recoiling at this fresh impertinence, while the lieutenant's eyes almost jumped out of his head.
But nothing moved me.
"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. When Monseigneur the Cardinal honoured me by sending me from Paris to conduct this matter, he gave me the fullest-the fullest powers, M. le Capitaine-to see the affair to an end. I was not led to expect that my plans would be spoiled on the eve of success by the intrusion of half the garrison from Auch!"
"O ho!" the captain said softly-in a very different tone and with a very different face. "So you are the gentleman I heard of at Auch?"
"Very likely," I said drily. "But I am from Paris, not Auch."
"To be sure," he answered thoughtfully. "Eh, Lieutenant?"
"Yes, M. le Capitaine, no doubt," the inferior replied. And they both looked at one another, and then at me, in a way I did not understand.
"I think," said I, to clinch the matter, "that you have made a mistake, Captain; or the Commandant has. And it occurs to me that the Cardinal will not be best pleased."
"I hold the King's commission," he answered rather stiffly.
"To be sure," I replied. "But you see the Cardinal-"
"Ah, but the Cardinal-" he rejoined quickly; and then he stopped and shrugged his shoulders. And they both looked at me.
"Well?" I said.
"The King," he answered slowly.
"Tut-tut!" 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 stopped-stopped abruptly and shrugged his shoulders.
I began to suspect something. "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 commission. That is all. And I think enough. For the rest, will you throw a main? Good! Lieutenant, find a glass, and the gentleman a seat. And here, for my part, I will give you a toast. The Cardinal-whatever 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 crowns, – he was a mere baby at the game, – but half my mind was elsewhere. There was something here 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 guard-house, 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 fencing.
CHAPTER VIII
THE QUESTION
"Sweep the room, Monsieur? And remove this medley? But, M. le Capitaine-"
"The captain is at the village," I replied sternly. "And do you move! move, man, and the thing will be done while you are talking about it. Set the door into the garden open-so!"
"Certainly, it is a fine morning. And the tobacco of M. le Lieutenant-But 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 will find something to quicken you."
In a moment- "And M. le Capitaine's riding-boots?"
"Place them in the passage," I replied.
"Ohé! In the passage?" He paused, looking at them in doubt.
"Yes, booby; in the passage."
"And the cloaks, Monsieur?"
"There is a bush handy outside the window. Let them air."
"Ohé, the bush? Well, to be sure they are damp. But-yes, yes, Monsieur, it is done. And the holsters?"
"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 garden. So. And tell the cook that we shall dine at eleven, and that Madame and Mademoiselle will descend."
"Ohé! But M. le Capitaine ordered the dinner for half past eleven?"
"It must be advanced, then; and, mark you, my friend, if it is not ready when Madame comes down, you will suffer, and the cook too."
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 watched the man set out the table and spread the cloth. "For how many, Monsieur?" he asked, in a scared tone.
"For five," I answered; and I could not help smiling at myself. What would Zaton's say could it see Berault turned housewife? There was a white glazed cup-an old-fashioned 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 foolish for-for more years than I liked to count.
But when Madame and Mademoiselle came, 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.