Александр Дюма
The Regent's Daughter
"Let us go then."
Helene took the chevalier's arm, and crossed the drawing-room, where sat Madame Desroches, pale with anger, and scrawling a letter, whose destination we can guess.
"Mon Dieu! mademoiselle, where are you going? what are you doing?"
"I am going away from a house where my honor is threatened."
"What!" cried the old lady, springing to her feet, "you are going away with your lover."
"You are mistaken, madame," replied Helene, in an accent of dignity, "it is with my husband."
Madame Desroches, terrified, let her hands fall by her side, powerless.
"You shall not go, mademoiselle, even if I am forced to use violence."
"Try, madame," said Helene, in the queenly tone which seemed natural to her.
"Hola, Picard, Coutourier, Blanchet."
The servants appeared.
"The first who stops me I kill," said Gaston quietly, as he drew his sword.
"What a will," cried Madame Desroches; "ah, Mesdemoiselles de Chartres and de Valois, I recognize you there."
The two young people heard this exclamation, but did not understand it.
"We are going, madame," said Helene; "do not forget to repeat, word by word, what I told you."
And, hanging on Gaston's arm, flushed with pleasure and pride, brave as an ancient Amazon, the young girl ordered that the door should be opened for her; the Swiss did not dare to resist. Gaston took Helene by the hand, summoned the carriage in which he had come, and seeing that he was to be followed, he stepped toward the assailants, and said in a loud voice:
"Two steps further, and I tell this history aloud, and place myself and mademoiselle under the safeguard of the public honor."
Madame Desroches believed that Gaston knew the mystery, and would declare it: she therefore thought best to retire quickly, followed by the servants.
The intelligent driver started at a gallop.
CHAPTER XXI.
WHAT PASSED IN THE RUE DU BAC WHILE WAITING FOR GASTON
"What, monseigneur, you here!" cried Dubois, entering the room of the house in the Rue du Bac, and finding the regent seated in the same place as on the previous day.
"Yes; is there anything wonderful in that? Have I not an appointment at noon with the chevalier?"
"But I thought the order you signed would have put an end to these conferences."
"You were mistaken, Dubois; I wish to have another interview with this young man. I shall make one more effort to induce him to renounce his plans."
"And if he should do so?"
"Then all will be at an end – there will be no conspiracy – there will have been no conspirators. I cannot punish intentions."
"With any other I should not allow this; but with him I say, as you please."
"You think he will remain firm?"
"Oh! I am quite easy. But when he has decidedly refused, when you are quite convinced that he persists in his intention of assassinating you, then you will give him over to me, will you not?"
"Yes, but not here."
"Why not here?"'
"Better to arrest him at his hotel."
"There, at the Muids d'Amour, with Tapin and D'Argenson's people – impossible, monsieur. Bourguignon's affair is still in everybody's mouth in that quarter. I am not sure that they even quite believe in the attack of apoplexy, since Tapin now gives strict measure. It will be much better to arrest him as he leaves here, monseigneur; the house is quiet; four men could easily do it, and they are already here. I will move them, as you insist on seeing him; and, instead of arresting him as he enters, it must be done as he leaves. At the door a carriage shall be ready to take him to the Bastille; so that even the coachman who brings him here shall not know what has become of him. No one but Monsieur de Launay shall know; and I will answer for his discretion."
"Do as you please."
"That is my usual custom."
"Rascal that you are!"
"But I think monseigneur reaps the benefit of the rascality."
"Oh, I know you are always right."
"But the others?"
"What others?"
"The Bretons, Pontcalec, Du Couëdic, Talhouet, and Montlouis?"
"Oh, the unfortunates; you know their names."
"And how do you think I have passed my time at the hotel Muids d'Amour?"
"They will know of their accomplice's arrest."
"How?"
"Having no letter from Paris, they will fear that something is wrong."
"Bah! Is not Captain la Jonquiere there to reassure them?"
"True; but they must know the writing?"
"Not bad, monseigneur, you are improving; but you take useless precautions, as Racine says. At this moment, probably, they are arrested."
"And who dispatched the order?"
"I. Pardieu! I am not your minister for nothing. Besides, you signed it."
"I! Are you mad?"
"Assuredly, these men are not less guilty than the chevalier; and in authorizing me to arrest one, you authorized me to arrest all."
"And when did the bearer of this order leave?"
Dubois took out his watch.
"Just three hours ago. Thus, it was a poetical license when I said they were all arrested; they will not be till to-morrow morning."
"Bretagne will be aroused, Dubois."
"Bah! I have taken measures."
"The Breton tribunals will not condemn their compatriots."
"That case is foreseen."
"And, if they should be condemned, none will be found to execute them. It will be a second edition of the affair at Chalais. Remember, it was at Nantes that that took place, Dubois. I tell you, Bretons are unaccommodating."
"This is a point to settle with the commissioners, of whom this is a list. I will send three or four executioners from Paris – men accustomed to noble deeds – who have preserved the traditions of the Cardinal de Richelieu."
"Good God!" cried the regent; "bloodshed under my reign – I do not like it. As to Count Horn, he was a thief, and Duchaffour a wretch; but I am tender, Dubois."
"No, monseigneur, you are not tender; you are uncertain and weak; I told you so when you were my scholar – I tell you so again, now that you are my master. When you were christened, your godmothers, the fairies, gave you every gift of nature – strength, beauty, courage, and mind: only one – whom they did not invite because she was old, and they probably foresaw your aversion to old women – arrived the last, and gave you weakness – that spoiled all."
"And who told you this pretty tale? Perrault or St. Simon?"
"The princess palatine, your mother."
The regent laughed.
"And whom shall we choose for the commission?" asked he.
"Oh, monseigneur, people of mind and resolution, be sure; not provincials; not very sensitive to family scenes; men old in the dust of tribunals, whom the Breton men will not frighten with their fierce eyes, nor the Breton women seduce with their beautiful languid ones."
The regent made no reply.
"After all," continued Dubois, "these people may not be as guilty as we suppose. What they have plotted let us recapitulate. Bah! mere trifles. To bring back the Spaniards into France, what is that? To call Philip the Fifth king, the renouncer of his country; to break all the laws of the State – these good Bretons."
"Dubois, I know the national law as well as you."
"Then, monseigneur, if you speak truly, you have only to approve the nomination of the commissioners I have chosen."
"How many are there?"
"Twelve."
"Their names?"
Dubois gave in the list.
"Ah, you were right – a happy choice; but who is to preside over this amiable assembly?"
"Guess, monseigneur."
"Take care; you must have an honest man at the head of these ravagers."
"I have one."
"Who is it?"
"An ambassador."
"Cellamare, perhaps."
"Ma foi! I think if you would let him come out of Blois he would not refuse you even the heads of his accomplices."
"Let him stop at Blois. Who is to preside?"
"Chateau-Neuf."
"The ambassador from Holland, from the great king. Dubois, I do not generally compliment you, but this time you have done wonders."
"You understand, monseigneur: he knows that these people wish to make a republic; and he, who is brought up to know none but sultans, and who has a horror of Holland through the horror of Louis XIV. for republics, has accepted with a good grace. We shall have Argram for prosecutor. Cayet shall be our secretary. We go to work quickly and well, monseigneur, for time presses."
"But shall we at least have quiet afterward?"
"I believe so. We may sleep all day and all night; that is to say, when we have finished the war in Spain."
"Oh!" cried the regent, "why did I strive for the regency? I should laugh to see M. de Maine freeing himself with his Jesuits and his Spaniards! Madame de Maintenon and her politics, with Villeroy and Villars, would drive away the spleen; and Hubert says it is good to laugh once a day."
"Apropos of Madame de Maintenon," replied Dubois; "you know, monseigneur, that she is very ill, and that she cannot live a fortnight."
"Bah!"
"Since the imprisonment of Madame de Maine and the exile of her husband, she says that decidedly Louis XIV. is dead, and that she goes weeping to rejoin him."
"Which does not trouble you, eh?"
"Oh! I confess that I hate her cordially; it was she who made the king open his eyes so wide when I asked for the red hat at your marriage; and, corbleu! it was not an easy thing to arrange, monseigneur, as you know. If you had not been there to redress my wrongs, she would have spoiled my career. If I could but have crammed her M. de Maine into this Bretagne affair; but it was impossible – the poor man is half dead with fear, so that he says to every one he meets, 'Do you know there has been a conspiracy against the government of the king and against the person of the regent? it is a disgrace to France. Ah! if all men were only like me!'"
"No one would conspire – that is certain," said the regent.
"He has disowned his wife," added Dubois, laughing.
"And she has disowned her husband," said the regent, laughing also.
"I should not advise you to imprison them together – they would fight."
"Therefore I have placed one at Doulens, and the other at Dijon."
"From whence they bite by post."
"Let us put all that aside, Dubois."
"Ah, monseigneur! you have, I see, sworn the loss of the blood of Louis XIV.; you are a true executioner."
This audacious joke proved how sure Dubois felt of his ascendency over the prince.
The regent signed the order naming the tribunal, and Dubois went out to prepare for Gaston's arrest.
Gaston, on his return to the Muids d'Amour, found the same carriage and the same guide awaiting him that had before conducted him to the Rue du Bac. Gaston, who did not wish Helene to alight, asked if he could continue his route in the hired carriage in which he had just arrived; the man replied that he saw no objection, and mounted on the box by the driver, to whom he told the address.
During the drive, Gaston, instead of displaying the courage which Helene had expected, was sad, and yet gave no explanation of his sadness. As they entered the Rue du Bac, Helene, in despair at finding so little force of character in him on whom she leaned for protection, said: "Gaston, you frighten me."
"Helene, you shall see before long if I am acting for your good or not."
The carriage stopped.
"Helene, there is one in this house who will stand in the place of a father to you. Let me go first, and I announce you."
"Ah!" cried Helene, trembling, she knew not why; "and you are going to leave me here alone?"
"You have nothing to fear, Helene; besides, in a few minutes I will return and fetch you."
The young girl held out her hand, which Gaston pressed to his lips; the door opened; the carriage drove into the courtyard, where Gaston felt that Helene ran no danger; the man who had come to the hotel to fetch him opened the carriage door; Gaston again pressed Helene's hand, alighted, ascended the steps, and entered the corridor, when his guide left him as before.
Gaston, knowing that Helene waited his return, at once tapped at the door of the room.
"Enter," said the voice of the false Spaniard.
Gaston knew the voice, entered, and with a calm face approached the Duc d'Olivares.
"You are punctual, monsieur," said the latter; "we named noon, and it is now striking."
"I am pressed for time, monseigneur; my undertaking weighs on me; I fear to feel remorse. That astonishes and alarms you, does it not, monseigneur? But reassure yourself; the remorse of a man such as I am troubles no one but himself."
"In truth, monsieur," cried the regent, with a feeling of joy he could not quite conceal, "I think you are drawing back."
"Not so, monseigneur; since fate chose me to strike the prince, I have gone steadily forward, and shall do so till my mission is accomplished."
"Monsieur, I thought I detected some hesitation in your words; and words are of weight in certain mouths, and under certain circumstances."
"Monsieur, in Bretagne we speak as we feel, but we also do as we promise."
"Then you are resolved?"
"More than ever."
"Because, you see," replied the regent, "there is still time – the evil is not yet done."
"The evil, you call it, monseigneur," said Gaston; "what shall I call it then?"
"It is thus that I meant it," replied the regent; "the evil is for you, since you feel remorse."
"It is not generous, monseigneur, to dwell on a confidence which I should not have made to any person of less merit than yourself."
"And it is because I appreciate your worth, monsieur, that I tell you there is yet time to draw back; that I ask if you have reflected – if you repent having mixed yourself with all these – " the duke hesitated – "these audacious enterprises. Fear nothing from me – I will protect you, even if you desert us; I have seen you but once, but I think I judge of you as you deserve – men of worth are so rare that the regrets will be for us."
"Such kindness overwhelms me, monseigneur," said Gaston, who, in spite of his courage, felt some indecision. "My prince, I do not hesitate; but my reflections are those of a duelist, who goes to the ground determined to kill his enemy, yet deploring the necessity which forces him to rob a man of life. But here the interest is so great, so superior to the weaknesses of our nature, that I will be true to my friendship if not my sympathies, and will conduct myself so that you shall esteem in me even the momentary weakness which for a second held back my arm."
"Well," said the regent, "how shall you proceed?"
"I shall wait till I meet him face to face, and then I shall not use an arquebuse, as Paltrot did, nor a pistol, as Vitry did. I shall say, 'Monseigneur, you are the curse of France – I sacrifice you to her salvation;' and I shall stab him with my poniard."
"As Ravaillac did," said the duke, with a serenity which made Gaston shudder; "it is well."
Gaston did not reply.
"This plan appears to me the most secure, and I approve of it; but I must ask you one other question: suppose you should be taken and interrogated?"
"Your excellency knows what men do in such cases – they die, but do not answer; and since you have quoted Ravaillac, I think, if my memory serves me, that was what he did – and yet Ravaillac was not a gentleman."
Gaston's pride did not displease the regent, who had a young heart and a chivalric mind; besides, accustomed to worn-out and time-serving courtiers, Gaston's vigorous and simple nature was a novelty to him; and we know how the regent loved a novelty.
"I may then reckon," said he, "that you are immovable?"
Gaston looked surprised that the duke should repeat this question.
"Yes," said the regent; "I see you are decided."
"Absolutely, and wait your last instructions."
"How? my instructions?"
"Certainly; I have placed myself body and soul at your disposal."
The duke rose.
"Well," said he, "you must go out by that door, and cross the garden which surrounds the house. In a carriage which awaits you at the bottom you will find my secretary, who will give you a pass for an audience with the regent; besides that, you will have the warranty of my word."
"That is all I have to ask on that point, monseigneur."
"Have you anything else to say?"
"Yes; before I take leave of you, whom I may never see again in this world, I have a boon to ask."
"Speak, monsieur, I listen."
"Monsieur," said Gaston, "do not wonder if I hesitate a moment, for this is no personal favor and no ordinary service – Gaston de Chanlay needs but a dagger, and here it is; but in sacrificing his body he would not lose his soul; mine, monseigneur, belongs first to God and then to a young girl whom I love to idolatry – sad love, is it not, which has bloomed so near a tomb? To abandon this pure and tender girl would be to tempt God in a most rash manner, for I see that sometimes he tries us cruelly, and lets even his angels suffer. I love, then, an adorable woman, whom my affection has supported and protected against infamous schemes; when I am dead or banished, what will become of her? Our heads fall, monseigneur; they are those of simple gentlemen; but you are a powerful adversary, and supported by a powerful king; you can conquer evil fortune. I wish to place in your hands the treasure of my soul. You will bestow on her all the protection which, as an accomplice, as an associate, you owe to me."
"Monsieur, I promise you," replied the regent, deeply moved.
"That is not all, monseigneur; misfortune may overtake me, and find me not able to bestow my person upon her; I would yet leave her my name. If I die she has no fortune, for she is an orphan. On leaving Nantes I made a will wherein I left her everything I possessed. Monseigneur, if I die, let her be a widow – is it possible?"
"Who opposes it?"
"No one; but I may be arrested to-morrow, this evening, on putting my foot outside this house."
The regent started at this strange presentiment.
"Suppose I am taken to the Bastille; could you obtain for me permission to marry her before my execution?"
"I am sure of it."
"You will use every means to obtain this favor for me? Swear it to me, monseigneur, that I may bless your name, and that, even under torture, nothing may escape but a thanksgiving when I think of you."
"On my honor, monsieur, I promise you that this young girl shall be sacred to me; she shall inherit in my heart all the affection which I involuntarily feel for you."
"Monseigneur, one word more."
"Speak, monsieur; I listen with the deepest sympathy."
"This young girl knows nothing of my project; she does not know what has brought me to Paris, nor the catastrophe which threatens us, for I have not had the courage to tell her. You will tell it to her, monseigneur – prepare her for the event. I shall never see her again, but to become her husband. If I were to see her again at the moment of striking the blow which separates me from her, my hand might tremble, and this must not be."
"On my word of honor, monsieur," said the regent, softened beyond all expression, "I repeat, not only shall this young girl be sacred to me, but I will do all you wish for her – she shall reap the fruits of the respect and affection with which you have inspired me."
"Now," said Gaston, "I am strong."
"And where is this young girl?"
"Below, in the carriage which brought me. Let me retire, monseigneur, and only tell me where she will be placed."
"Here, monsieur; this house, which is not inhabited, and which is very suitable for a young girl, shall be hers."
"Monseigneur, your hand."
The regent held out his hand, but hearing a little dry cough, he understood that Dubois was becoming impatient, and he indicated to Gaston that the audience was over.
"Once more, monseigneur, watch over this young girl; she is beautiful, amiable and proud – one of those noble natures which we meet but seldom. Adieu, monseigneur, I go to find your secretary."
"And must I tell her that you are about to take a man's life?" asked the regent, making one more effort to restrain Gaston.
"Yes, monseigneur," said the chevalier; "but you will add that I do it to save France."
"Go then, monsieur," said the duke, opening a door which led into the garden, "and follow the directions I have given you."
"Wish me good fortune, monseigneur."
"The madman," thought the regent; "does he wish me to pray for success to his dagger's thrust? Ma foi, no!"
Gaston went out, the gravel, half-covered with snow, creaked under his feet – the regent watched him for some time from the window of the corridor – then, when he had lost sight of him —
"Well," said he, "each one must go his own way. Poor fellow!"
And he returned to the room, where he found Dubois, who had entered by another door, and was waiting for him.
Dubois's face wore an expression of malicious satisfaction which did not escape the regent, who watched him some time in silence, as if trying to discover what was passing through the brain of this second Mephistopheles.
Dubois was the first to speak.
"Well, monseigneur, you are rid of him at last, I hope."
"Yes," replied the duke; "but in a manner which greatly displeases me – I do not like playing a part in your comedies, as you know."
"Possibly; but you might, perhaps, do wisely in giving me a part in yours."
"How so?"
"They would be more successful, and the denouements would be better."
"I do not understand – explain yourself, and quickly, for I have some one waiting whom I must receive."
"Oh! certainly, monseigneur, receive them, and we will continue our conversation later – the denouement of this comedy has already taken place, and cannot be changed."
And with these words, Dubois bowed with the mock respect which he generally assumed whenever, in the eternal game they played against each other, he held the best cards.
Nothing made the regent so uneasy as this simulated respect; he held him back —
"What is there now?" asked he; "what have you discovered?"
"That you are a skillful dissimulator, peste!"
"That astonishes you?"
"No, it troubles me; a few steps further, and you will do wonders in this art – you will have no further need of me; you will have to send me away to educate your son, whom, it must be confessed, requires a master like myself."
"Speak quickly."
"Certainly, monseigneur; it is not now, however, a question of your son, but of your daughter."
"Of which daughter?"
"Ah! true; there are so many. First, the Abbess of Chelles, then Madame de Berry, then Mademoiselle de Valois; then the others, too young for the world, and therefore for me, to speak of; then, lastly, the charming Bretagne flower, the wild blossom which was to be kept away from Dubois's poisoning breath, for fear it should wither under it."
"Do you dare to say I was wrong?"
"Not so, monseigneur: you have done wonders; not wishing to have anything to do with the infamous Dubois, for which I commend you, you – the archbishop of Cambray being dead – have taken in his place the good, the worthy, the pure Nocé, and have borrowed his house."
"Ah!" said the regent, "you know that?"
"And what a house! Pure as its master – yes, monseigneur, you are full of prudence and wisdom. Let us conceal the corruptions of the world from this innocent child, let us remove from her everything that can destroy her primitive naïveté; this is why we choose this dwelling for her – a moral sanctuary, where the priestesses of virtue, and doubtless always under pretext of their ingenuousness, take the most ingenuous but least permitted of positions."
"Nocé told me that all was proper."
"Do you know the house, monseigneur?"
"Do I look at such things?"
"Ah! no; your sight is not good, I remember."
"Dubois!"
"For furniture your daughter will have strange couches, magic sofas; and as to books, ah! that is the climax. Nocé's books are good for the instruction and formation of youth; they would do well to go with the breviary of Bussy-Rabutin, of which I presented you a copy on your twelfth birthday."
"Yes; serpent that you are."
"In short, the most austere prudery prevails over the dwelling. I had chosen it for the education of the son; but monseigneur, who looks at things differently, chose it for the daughter."
"Ah, ca! Dubois," said the regent, "you weary me."
"I am just at the end, monseigneur. No doubt your daughter was well pleased with the residence; for, like all of your blood, she is very intelligent."
The regent shuddered, and guessed that some disagreeable news was hidden under the long preamble and mocking smile of Dubois.
"However, monseigneur, see what the spirit of contradiction will do; she was not content with the dwelling you chose for her, and she is moving."
"What do you mean?"
"I am wrong – she has moved."
"My daughter gone!" cried the regent.
"Exactly," said Dubois.
"How?"
"Through the door. Oh, she is not one of those young ladies who go through the windows, or by night – oh, she is of your blood, monseigneur; if I had ever doubted it, I should be convinced now."
"And Madame Desroches?"
"She is at the Palais Royal, I have just left her; she came to announce it to your highness."
"Could she not prevent it?"
"Mademoiselle commanded."
"She should have made the servants close the doors: they did not know that she was my daughter, and had no reason to obey her."
"Madame Desroches was afraid of mademoiselle's anger, but the servants were afraid of the sword."
"Of the sword! are you drunk, Dubois?"
"Oh, I am very likely to get drunk on chicory water! No, monseigneur; if I am drunk, it is with admiration of your highness's perspicacity when you try to conduct an affair all alone."
"But what sword do you mean?"
"The sword which Mademoiselle Helene disposes of, and which belongs to a charming young man – "
"Dubois!"
"Who loves her!"
"Dubois! you will drive me mad."
"And who followed her from Nantes to Rambouillet with infinite gallantry."
"Monsieur de Livry?"
"Ah! you know his name; then I am telling you nothing new, monseigneur."
"Dubois, I am overwhelmed."
"Not without sufficient cause, monseigneur; but see what is the result of your managing your own affairs, while you have at the same time to look after those of France."
"But where is she?"
"Ah! where indeed – how should I know?"
"Dubois, you have told me of her flight – I look to you to discover her retreat. Dubois, my dear Dubois, for God's sake find my daughter!"
"Ah! monseigneur, you are exactly like the father in Moliere, and I am like Scapin – 'My good Scapin, my dear Scapin, find me my daughter.' Monseigneur, I am sorry for it, but Geroute could say no more; however, we will look for your daughter, and rescue her from the ravisher."
"Well, find her, Dubois, and ask for what you please when you have done so."
"Ah, that is something like speaking."
The regent had thrown himself back in an armchair, and leaned his head upon his hands. Dubois left him to his grief, congratulating himself that this affection would double his empire over the duke. All at once, while Dubois was watching him with a malicious smile, some one tapped at the door.
"Who is there?" asked Dubois.
"Monseigneur," said an usher's voice at the door, "there is in the carriage which brought the chevalier a young woman who wishes to know if he is coming down soon."
Dubois made a bound toward the door, but he was too late; the regent, to whom the usher's words had recalled the solemn promise he had made to Gaston, rose at once.
"Where are you going, monseigneur?" asked Dubois.
"To receive this young girl."
"That is my affair, not yours – you forget that you abandoned this conspiracy to me."
"I gave up the chevalier to you, but I promised him to be a father to this girl whom he loves. I have pledged my word, and I will keep it; since through me she loses her lover, I must at least console her."
"I undertake it," said Dubois, trying to hide his paleness and agitation under one of his own peculiar smiles.
"Hold your tongue and remain here," said the regent.
"Let me at least speak to her, monseigneur."
"I will speak to her myself – this is no affair of yours; I have taken it upon myself, have given my word as a gentleman. Silence, and remain here."
Dubois ground his teeth; but when the regent spoke in this tone, he knew he must obey: he leaned against the chimney-piece and waited.
Soon the rustling of a silk dress was heard.
"Yes, madame," said the usher, "this way."
"Here she is," said the duke, "remember one thing, Dubois: this young girl is in no way responsible for her lover's fault; consequently, understand me, she must be treated with the greatest respect;" then, turning to the door, "Enter," said he; the door was hastily opened, the young girl made a step toward the regent, who started back thunderstruck.
"My daughter!" murmured he, endeavoring to regain his self-command, while Helene, after looking round for Gaston, stopped and curtseyed.
Dubois's face would not be easy to depict.
"Pardon me, monseigneur," said Helene, "perhaps I am mistaken. I am seeking a friend who left me below, who was to come back to me; but, as he delayed so long, I came to seek for him. I was brought here, but perhaps the usher made a mistake."
"No, mademoiselle," said the duke, "M. de Chanlay has just left me, and I expected you."
As the regent spoke, the young girl became abstracted, and seemed as though taxing her memory; then, in answer to her own thoughts, she cried —
"Mon Dieu! how strange."
"What is the matter?" asked the regent.
"Yes: that it is."
"Explain!" said the duke, "I do not understand you."
"Ah! monsieur," said Helene, trembling, "it is strange how your voice resembles that of another person."
"Of your acquaintance?" asked the regent.
"Of a person in whose presence I have been but once, but whose accents live in my heart."
"And who was this person?" asked the regent, while Dubois shrugged his shoulders at this half recognition.
"He called himself my father," replied Helene.
"I congratulate myself upon this chance, mademoiselle," said the regent, "for this similarity in my voice to that of a person who is dear to you may give greater weight to my words. You know that Monsieur de Chanlay has chosen me for your protector?"
"He told me he would bring me to some one who would protect me from the danger – "
"What danger?" asked the regent.
Helene looked round her, and her glance rested uneasily on Dubois, and there was no mistaking her expression. Dubois's face inspired her with as much distrust as the regent's did with confidence.
