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better, and more rapidly."

Gondy went to a box and drew forth a bag.

"Here are five hundred pistoles," he said; "and if the action
goes off well you may reckon upon a similar sum to-morrow."

"I will give a faithful account of the sum to your lordship,"
said Planchet, putting the bag under his arm.

"That is right: I recommend the Cardinal to your atten-
tion."

"Make your mind easy, he is in good hands."

Planchet went out, and ten minutes later the Curate of St.
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study was opened, a man rushed in; it was Count de Roche-
fort.

"It is you, then, my dear Count," cried Gondy, offering his
hand.

"You have decided at last, my lord?" said Rochefort.

"I have ever been so," said Gondy.

"Let us speak no more on that subject; you tell me so;
I believe you. Well, we are going to give a ball to Mazarin."

"I hope so."

"And when will the dance begin?"

**The invitations are given for this evening," said the Coad-
jutor, "but the violins will only begin to play to-morrow morn-
ing."

'^You may reckon upon me, and upon fifty soldiers which
the Chevalier d'Humieres has promised to me, whenever I
might need them."

''Upon fifty soldiers?"

**Yes, he is making recruits, and he will lend them to me;
if any are missing when the fete is over, I shall replace them."

"Good, my dear Rochefort; but that is not all. What have
you done with M. de Beaufort?"

"He is in Vendome, where he waits until I write to him to
return to Paris."

"Write to him — ^now's the time."

"You are sure of your enterprise?"

"Yes, but he must hurry himself. I answer for his consent.
How soon can he be here?"

"In five days."

"Let him come, and he will find a change, I will answer for
it. Therefore, go and collect your fifty men, and hold yourself
in readiness."

"Is there any signal for rallying?"

"A knot of straw in the hat."

"Very good. Ah! M. Mazarin," said Rochefort, leading
oft his curate, who had not found an opportunity of uttering
a single word during the foregoing dialogue, "you will see
whether I am too old to be a man of action."



CHAPTER XLIV.

THE KING OF THE BEGGARS.

It was half-past nine o'clock, and the Coadjutor took half
an hour to go from the Archbishop's palace to the tower of
St. Jaques-de-la-Boucherie. He remarked that a light burnt
in one of the highest windows of the tower. "Good," said he,
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He knocked, and the door was opened. The vicar himself
awaited him, conducted him to the top of the tower, and when
they pointed to a little door, placed the light which he had
brought with him in a corner of the wall, that the Coadjutor
might be able to find it on his return, and went down again.
Although the key was in the door, the Coadjutor knocked.

"Come in," said a voice, that of a mendicant, whom he
found lying on a kind of truckle bed. He rose on the en-
trance of the Coadjutor, and at that moment ten o'clock struck.

"Well," said Gondy, "have you kept your word with me?**

"Not quite," replied the beggar.

**How is that?'^

"You asked me for five hundred men, did you not? Well,
I shall have ten thousand for you."

"You are not boasting?"

"Do you wish for a proof?**

-•Yes."

There were three candles alight— each of which burnt be-
fore a window — one looking upon the city, the other upon the
Palais Royal, and the third upon the Rue St Denis.

The man went silently to each of the candles, and blew them
out one after the other.

"What are you doing?" asked the Coadjutor.

"I have given the signal."

"For what?" ,

"For the barricades. When you leave this, you will -see my
men at their work. Only take care not to break your l^s in
stumbling over some chain, nor to fall into some hole."

"Good! there is your money, — the same sum as that which
you have received already. Now remember that you are a
general, and do not go and drink."

"For twenty years I have tasted nothing but water."

The man took the bag from the hands of the Coadjutor,
who heard the sound of his fingers counting and handling the
gold pieces.

"Ah! ah!" said the Coadjutor, "you are avaricious, my good
fellow."

The beggar sighed, and threw down the bag.

"Must I always be the same," said he, **and shall I never
succeed in overcoming the old leaven? Oh, misery, oh,
vanity!"

"You take it, however." ^

"Yes, but I make a vow in your presence, to employ all that
remains to me in pious works."

"Come, be candid," said the Coadjutor, "you have not all
your life followed the trade which you do now?"

"No, my lord. I have pursued it for six years only.

"And, previously, where were you?"

"In the Bastille."

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**! will tell you, my lord, on the day when you are willing
to hear my confession.**

"Good! at whatever hour of the day, or of the night on
which you present yourself, remember that I shall be ready
to give you absolution."

** Thank you, my lord,** said the mendicant in a hoarse voices
**But I am not yet ready to receive it."

**Very well. Adieu.**

** Adieu, your holiness," said the mendicant, opening the
door, and bending low before the prelate.



CHAPTER XLV.

THE RIOT.

It was about eleven o'clock at night. Gondy had not walked
a hundred steps ere he perceived the strange change which had
been made in the streets of Paris.

The whole city seemed peopled with fantastic beings; silent
shadows were seen unpaving the streets, and others dragging
and upsetting great wagons, whilst others again dug ditches
large enough to engulf whole regiments of horsemen. These
active beings flitted here and there like so many demons com-
pleting some unknown labor — these were the beggars preparing
the barricades for the morrow.

Gondy gazed on these men of darkness, these nocturnal labor-
ers, with a kind of fear: he asked himself if, after having
called forth these foul creatures from their dens, he should
have the power of making them retire again. He felt almost
inclined to cross himself when one of these beings happened
to approach him. He reached the Rue St. Honore, and went
up It towards the Rue de la Ferroniere: there the aspect
changed; here it was the tradesmen who were running from
shop to shop: their doors seemed closed like their shutters;
but they were only pushed to in such a manner as to open and
allow the men, who seemed fearful' of showing what they car-
ried, to enter, closing immiediately. These men were shop-
keepers, who had arms to lend to those who had none.

The work of revolt continued the whole night. The next
morning, on awaking, Paris seemed to be startled at her own
appearance. It was like a besieged town.^ Armed men, should-
ering muskets, watched over the barricades with menacing
looks; words of command, patrols, arrests, executions even,
were encountered at every step. Those bearing plumed hats
and gold swords were stopped and made to cry, "Long live
Broussell** "Down with Mazarin!** and whoever refused to
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beaten. They had not yet begun to slay, but it was well felt that
the inclination to do so was not wanting.

The barricades had been pushed as far as the Palais Royal,
and the astonishment of Mazarin and Anne of Austria was
great when it was announced to them that the city, which the
previous evening they had left tranquil, had awakened so fever-
ish and in such commotion; nor would either the one or the
other believe the reports which were brought to them, and de-
clared that they would rather rely on the evidence of their own
eyes and ears. Then a window was opened, and when they
saw and heard, they were convinced.

Mazarin shrugged his shoulders, and pretended to despise
the populace much; but he turned visibly pale, and ran to his
closet trembling all over, locked up his gold jewels in his
caskets, and put his finest diamonds on his fingers. As for the
Queen, furious, and left to her own guidance, she sent for
Marshal de la Meilleraie, and desired him to take as many men
as he pleased, and to go and see what was the meaning of this
pleasantry.

We have already said that Mazarin was in his closet, putting
his little affairs in order. He called for d'Artagnan, but in
the midst of such tumult he little expected to see him, d'Ar-
tagnan not being on service. In about ten minutes d'Artag-
nan appeared at the door, followed by his inseparable, Por-
thos.

"Ah, come — come in, M. d'Artagnan," cried the Cardinal,
"and be welcome, as well as your friend. But what Is going on
then, in this cursed Paris?"

"What is going on, my lord? nothing good," replied d'Artag-
nan, shaking his head; "the town is in open revolt; and just
now, as I was crossing the Rue Montorgueil with M. du Vad-
lon, who is here, and is your humble servant, they wanted, in
spite of my uniform, or, perhaps, because of my uniform, to
make us cheer *Long live Broussell' and must I tell you, my
lord, what they wished us to cheer as well?"

"Speak, speak!"

"*Down with Mazarin!' I'faith, the big word is out now."

Mazarin smiled, but became very pale.

"And did you cheer?" he asked.

"I'faith, no," said d'Artagnan, "I was not in voice; M. du
Vallon has a cold, and did not cry either. Then, my lord "

"Then what?" asked Mazarin.

"Look at my hat and cloak."

And d'Artagnan displayed four gun-shot holes in his cloak
and two in his beaver. As for Porthos' coat^ a blow from a
halberd had laid it open on the flank, and the pistol-shot had cut
his feather in two.

"Diavolo!" said the Cardinal, pensively, gazing at the two
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At this moment the tumult was heard nearer.

Mazarin wiped his forehead and looked aroimd him. He
had a great desire to go to the window, but he dared not

**See what is going on, M. d'Artagnan," said he.

D'Artagnan went to the window, with his habitual composure.

"Oh, ohl" said he, "what is that? Marshal de la Meil-
leraie returning without a hat— Fontailles with his arm in a
sling— wounded guards — horses bleeding — eh, then, what are
the sentinels about? they are aiming — they are going to fire!"

"They have received orders to fire on the people, if the peo-
ple approach the Palais Royal!" exclaimed Mazarin.

"But if they fire, all is lost!" cried d'Artagnan.

"We have the gates."

"The gates! to hold for five minutes; the gates, they will
be torn down, bent, ground to powder! S'death, don't fire!"
screamed d'Artagnan, throwing open the window.

In spite of this recommendation, which, owing to the noise,
could not have been heard, two or three musket-shots re-
sounded, which were succeeded by a terrible discharge. The
balls might be heard peppering the facade of the Palais Royal,
and one of them,^ passing under d'Artagnan's arm, entered and
broke a mirror, in which Porthos was complacently admiring
himself.

"Alack, alack," cried the Cardinal; **a Venetian glass!"

"Oh, my lord," said d'Artagnan, quietly shutting the window,
"it is not worth while weeping yet, for probably an hour hence
there will not be one of your mirrors remaining in the Palais
Roval, whether they be Venetian or Parisian."

But what do you advise, then?" asked Mazarin, trembling.

"Eh, egad, to give up Broussel, as they demand! What the
devil do you want with a member of the Parliament? He is
of no use for anything."

"And you, M. du Vallon, is that your advice? what would
you do?

"I should give up Broussel."

"Come, come with me, gentlenien!" exclaimed Mazarin. **I
will go and discuss the matter with the Queen."

He stopped at the end of the corridor, and said:

"I can count upon you, gentlemen, can I not?"

"We do not give ourselves twice over," said d'Artagnan;
"we have given ourselves to you— command, we shall obey."

"Very well, then," said Mazarin; "enter this closet and wait
there."

And turning off, he entered the drawing-room by another
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CHAPTER XLVI.

THE RIOT BECOMES A REVOLUTION.

The closet into which d'Artagnan and Porthos had been
ushered was separated from the drawing-room where the
yueen was, by tapestried curtains only, and this thin partition
enabled them to hear all that passed in the adjoining room,
while the aperture between the two hangings, small as it was,
permitted them to see.

The Queen was standing in the room, pale with anger; her
self-control, however, was so great that it might have been
supposed that she was calm. Comminges, Villequier, and
Guitaut were behind her, and the women again were behind the
men. The Chancellor Seguier, who, twenty years previously,
had persecuted her so violently, was before her, relating how
his carriage had been broken, how he had been pursued, and
had rushed into the Hotel O— h, that the hotel was immedi-
ately invested, pillaged, and devastated; happily, he had time to
reach a closet hidden behind tapestry, in which he was secreted
by an old woman together with his brother, the Bishop of
Meaux. Fortunately, however, he had not been taken; the
people, believing that he had escaped by some back entrance,
had retired, and left him to retreat at liberty. Then, disguised
in the clothes of the Marquis d'O — — v he had left the hotel,
stumbling over the bodies of an officer and those of two guards
who were killed whilst defending the street door.

During the recital Mazarin entered and glided noiselessly «p
to the Queen to listen.

"Well," said the Queen, when the chancellor had finished
speaking; "what do you think of it all?"

"I think that matters look very gloomy, madam."

"But what step would you propose to me?"

"Madam," said the chancellor, hesitating, "it would be to
release Broussel."

The Queen, although already pale, became visibly paler,
and her face was contracted.

"Release Broussell" she cried, "never!"

At this moment steps were heard in the ante-room, and,
without any announcement, the Marshal de la Meilleraie ap-
peared at the door.

"Ah, there you are, marshal," cried Anne of Austria, joy-
fully. "I trust you have brought this rabble to reason."

"Madam^" replied the marshal, "I have left three men on
the Pont Neuf, four at the Halle, six at the comer of the Rue
de TArbre-Sec, and two at the door of your palace— fifteen
in all. I have brought away ten or twelve wounded. I know
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have been left beside my hat, had the Coadjutor not arrived in
time to rescue me."

"Ah, indeed!" said the Queen, **it would have astonished me
if that low cur, with his distorted legs, had not been mixed
up with it."

"Madam," said La Meilleraie, "do not say too much against
him before me, for the service he rendered me is still fresh."

"Very good," said the Queen, "be as grateful as you like, it
does not implicate me; you are here safe and sound, that is
all I wish for, therefore you are not only welcome, but wel-
come back."

"Yes, madam; but I only come back on one condition — *
that I would transmit to your majesty the will of the people."

"The will!" exclaimed the Queen, frowning. "Oh! oh! M.
Marshal, you must indeed have found yourself in great peril
to have undertaken so strange a commission!"

The irony with which these words were uttered did not es-
cape the marshal.

"Pardon, madam," he said, "I am not a lawyer, I am a mere
soldier, and probably, therefore, I do not quite comprehend
the value of certain words; I ought to have said the wishes,
and not the will, of the people. As for what you do me the
honor to say, I presume that you mean that I felt fear."

The Queen smiled.

'Well, then, madam, yes, I did feel fear; and though I have
seen twelve pitched battles, and I know not how many fights
and skirmishes, I own that, for the third time in my life, I was
afraid. Yes; and I would rather face your majesty, however
threatening your smile, than face those hell-demons who ac-
companied me hither, and who sprang from I know not where."

"Bravo," said d'Artagnan, in a whisper to Porthos; "well
answered."

"Well," said the Queen, biting her lips, whilst her courtiers
looked at each other with surprise, "what is the desire of my
people?"

"That Broussel should be given up to them, madam."

"Never!" said the Queen, * never!

Mazarin sprang forward.

"Madam," said he, "if I dared in my turn advise "

"Would it be to give up Broussel, sir? If so, you can spare
yourself the trouble."

"No," said Mazarin; "although, perhaps, that is as good
counsel as any other."

^Then what may it be?"

"To call for the Coadjutor."

"And hold, madam," suggested Comminges, who was near a
window, out of which he could see; "hold, the moment is a
happy one, for there he is now, giving his blessing in the square
of the Palais Royal."

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"It is true," she said; "the arch-hypocrite! see!"

"I see/* said Mazarin, "that everybody kneels before him, al-
though he be but Coadjutor, whilst I, were I in his place,
though I be Cardinal, should be torn to pieces. I persist, then,
madam, in my wish (he laid an emphasis on the word) that
your majesty should receive the Coadjutor."

"And wherefore say you not, like the rest, your will?" re-
plied the Queen, in a low voice.

Mazarin bowed.

"Marshal," said the Queen, after a moment's reflection, "go
and find the Coadjutor, and bring him to me/' ^^' ^ '■ *<

"And what shall I say to the people?"

"That they must have patience," said Anne, "as I have."

The marshal bowed and went out; and, during his absence,
Anne of Austria approached Comminges, and conversed with
him in a subdued tone, while Mazarin glanced uneasily at the
comer occupied by d'Artagnan and Porthos. Ere long the door
opened, and the marshal entered, followed by the Coadjutor.

"There, madam," he said, "is Gondy, who hastens to obey
your majesty's summons. "

The Queen advanced a few steps to meet him, and then
stopped, cold, severe, and unmoved, and her lower lip scornfully
projected. Gondy bowed respectfully.

"Well, sir," said the Queen, "what is your opinion of this
riot?"

"That it is no longer a riot, madam," he replied, "but a re-
volt"

"The revolt is in those who think that my people can re-
volt," cried Anne, unable to dissimulate before the Coadjutor,
whom she looked upon — and perhaps with reason — ^as the pro-
moter of the tumult "Revolt! thus is it called by those who
have wished for this demonstration, and who are, perhaps, the
cause of it; but wait, wait! the King's authority will put it all
to rights."

"Was it to tell me that, madam," coldly replied Gondy, "that
your majesty admitted me to the honor of entering your pres-
ence?"

"No, my dear Coadjutor,^ said Mazarin; "it was to ask your
advice in the unhappy dilemma in which we find ourselves."

The Coadjutor bowed.

"Your majesty wishes then "

"You to say what you would do in her place," Mazarin has-
tened to reply.

The Coadjutor looked at the Queen, who replied by a sign
in the affirmative.

"Were I in her majesty's place," said Gondy, coldly, "I should
not hesitate, I should release Broussel."

"And if I do not give him up, what think you will be the re-
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V **I believe that not a stone in Paris will remain unturned,"
said the marshal.

"It was not your^ opinion that I asked," said the Queen,
sharply, without turning round.

**If it is I whom your majesty interrogates," replied the
Coadjutor, in the same calm manner, "I reply that I hold the
marshars opinion in every respect"

The color mounted to the Queen's face: her fine blue eyes
^aegnevi to start out of her head, and her carmine lips, com-
'Utt^^iiy all the poets of the day to a pomegranate in flower,
were white, and trembling with anger. Mazarin nimself, who
was well accustomed to the domestic outbreaks of this dis-
turbed household, was alarmed.

"Give up Broussel!" she cried; **a good counsel, indeed.
Upon my word! one can easily see that it comes from a priest."

Gondy remained firm; and the abuse of the day seemed to
glide over his head as the sarcasms of the evening before had
done; but hatred and revenge were accumulating in the depth
of his heart, silently, and drop by drop.

"Madam," he said, "you should appear to have reflected,
and publicly acknowledge an error, — ^which constitutes the
strength of a strong government, — ^release Broussel from prison,
and give him back to the people."

"Oh!" cried Anne, **to humble myself thus! Am I, or am I
not, the Queen? This screaming mob, are they, or are they
not, my subjects? Have I friends? Have I guards? Ah! by
Notre Dame! as Queen Catherine used to say," continued she,
excited by her own words, "rather than give up this infamous
Broussel to them, I will strangle him with my own hands."

And she sprang towards Gondy, whom assuredly at that mo-
ment she hated more than Broussel, with outstretched arms.
The Coadjutor remained immovable, and not a muscle of his
face was discomposed: only his glance flashed like a sword, in
returning the furious looks of the Queen.

"He were a dead man," cried the Gascon, "if there were still
a Vitry at the court, and if Vitry entered at this moment;
but for my part, before he could reach the good prelate, I
would kill Vitry at once; the Cardinal would be infinitely pleased
with me."

"Hush!" said Porthos, "and listen."

"Madam," cried the Cardinal, seizing hold of Anne, and
drawing her back; "madam, what are you about?"

Then he added in Spanish, "Anne, are you mad? You a
Queen and quarreling thus like a saleslady!^ And do you not
perceive that in the person of this priest is represented the
whole people of Paris, and that it is dangerous to insult him
at this moment, and that if this priest wished it, in an hour you
would be without a crown? Come, then, on another occasion
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to-day, you must flatter and caress, or you will be but an ordi-
nary person."

The rough appeal, marked by the eloquence which charac-
terized Mazarin when he spoke in Italian or Spanish, and which
he lost entirely in speakmg French, was uttered with such
impenetrable expression that Gondy, clever physiognomist as
he was, had no suspicion of its being more than a simple warn-
ing to be more subdued. '

The Queen, on her part, thus chided, softened immediately,
and sat down, and in an almost weeping voice, letting her arms
fall by her sides, said:

"Pardon me, sir, and attribute this violence to what I suffer.
A woman, and, consequently, subject to the weaknesses of my
sex, I am alarmed at the idea of civil war ; a Queen — and accus-
tomed to be obeyed — ^I am excited at the first opposition."

"Madam,** replied Gondy, bowing, "your majesty is mis-
taken in qualifying your sincere advice as opposition. Your
majesty has none but submissive and respectful subjects. It is
not the Queen with whom the people are displeased; they ask
for Broussel, and are only too happy, if you release him to
them, to live under your government.

Mazarin, who at the words "It is not the Queen with whom
the people are displeased," had pricked up his ears, thought that
the Coadjutor was about to speak of the cries, "Down with
Mazarin! and pleased with Gondy's suppression of this fact,
he said, with his sweetest voice, and his most gracious ex-
pression :

"Madam, believe the Coadjutor, who is one of the most able
politicians that we have; the first vacant Cardinal's hat seems
to belong to his noble head."

"Ah! how much you have need of me, cunning rogue,"
thought Gondy.

"And what will he promise us?" said d'Artagnan. "Plague,
if he is giving away hats like that, Porthos, let us look out,
and each ask a regiment to-morrow. Zounds, let the civil war
last but one year, and I will have a Constable's sword gilt for
me?"

"And for me?" said Porthos.

"For you! I will give you the truncheon of the Marshal de
la Meilleraie, who does not seem to be much in favor just
now."

"And so, sir," said the Queen, "you are seriously afraid of a
public tumult?"

"Seriously," said Gondy, astonished at not having further
advanced; I fear that when the torrent has broken down its



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