A Passion.
The day of his arrival, on returning from the Palais Royal, Athos, as we have seen, went straight to his hotel in the Rue Saint-Honore.He there found the Vicomte de Bragelonne waiting for him in his chamber, chatting with Grimaud.It was not an easy thing to talk with this old servant.Two men only possessed the secret, Athos and D'Artagnan.The first succeeded, because Grimaud sought to make him speak himself;D'Artagnan, on the contrary, because he knew how to make Grimaud talk.Raoul was occupied in ****** him describe the voyage to England, and Grimaud had related it in all its details, with a limited number of gestures and eight words, neither more nor less.He had, at first, indicated by an undulating movement of his hand, that his master and he had crossed the sea."Upon some expedition?" Raoul had asked.
Grimaud by bending down his head had answered, "Yes.""When monsieur le comte incurred much danger?" asked Raoul.
"Neither too much nor too little," was replied by a shrug of the shoulders.
"But, still, what sort of danger?" insisted Raoul.
Grimaud pointed to the sword; he pointed to the fire and to a musket that was hanging on the wall.
"Monsieur le comte had an enemy there, then?" cried Raoul.
"Monk," replied Grimaud.
"It is strange," continued Raoul, "that monsieur le comte persists in considering me a novice, and not allowing me to partake the honor and danger of his adventure."Grimaud smiled.It was at this moment Athos came in.The host was lighting him up the stairs, and Grimaud, recognizing the step of his master, hastened to meet him, which cut short the conversation.But Raoul was launched on the sea of interrogatories, and did not stop.Taking both hands of the comte, with warm, but respectful tenderness, --"How is it, monsieur," said he, "that you have set out upon a dangerous voyage without bidding me adieu, without commanding the aid of my sword, of myself, who ought to be your support, now I have the strength; whom you have brought up like a man? Ah! monsieur, can you expose me to the cruel trial of never seeing you again?""Who told you, Raoul," said the comte, placing his cloak and hat in the hands of Grimaud, who had unbuckled his sword, "who told you that my voyage was a dangerous one?""I," said Grimaud.
"And why did you do so?" said Athos, sternly.
Grimaud was embarrassed; Raoul came to his assistance, by answering for him."It is natural, monsieur that our good Grimaud should tell me the truth in what concerns you.By whom should you be loved and supported, if not by me?"Athos did not reply.He made a friendly motion to Grimaud, which sent him out of the room, he then seated himself in a fauteuil, whilst Raoul remained standing before him.
"But is it true," continued Raoul, "that your voyage was an expedition, and that steel and fire threatened you?""Say no more about that, vicomte," said Athos mildly."I set out hastily, it is true: but the service of King Charles II.
required a prompt departure.As to your anxiety, I thank you for it, and I know that I can depend upon you.You have not wanted for anything, vicomte, in my absence, have you?""No, monsieur, thank you."
"I left orders with Blaisois to pay you a hundred pistoles, if you should stand in need of money.""Monsieur, I have not seen Blaisois."
"You have been without money, then?"
"Monsieur, I had thirty pistoles left from the sale of the horses I took in my last campaign, and M.le Prince had the kindness to allow me to win two hundred pistoles at his play-table three months ago.""Do you play? I don't like that, Raoul."
"I never play, monsieur; it was M.le Prince who ordered me to hold his cards at Chantilly -- one night when a courier came to him from the king.I won, and M.le Prince commanded me to take the stakes.""Is that a practice in the household, Raoul?" asked Athos with a frown.
"Yes, monsieur; every week M.le Prince affords, upon one occasion or another, a similar advantage to one of his gentlemen.There are fifty gentlemen in his highness's household; it was my turn.""Very well! You went into Spain, then?"
"Yes, monsieur, I made a very delightful and interesting journey.""You have been back a month, have you not?""Yes, monsieur."
"And in the course of that month?"
"In that month ---- "
"What have you done?"
"My duty, monsieur."
"Have you not been home, to La Fere?"
Raoul colored.Athos looked at him with a fixed but tranquil expression.
"You would be wrong not to believe me," said Raoul."I feel that I colored, and in spite of myself.The question you did me the honor to ask me is of a nature to raise in me much emotion.I color, then, because I am agitated, not because Imeditate a falsehood."
"I know, Raoul, you never lie."
"No, monsieur."
"Besides, my young friend, you would be wrong; what I wanted to say ---- ""I know quite well, monsieur.You would ask me if I have not been to Blois?""Exactly so."
"I have not been there; I have not even seen the person to whom you allude."Raoul's voice trembled as he pronounced these words.Athos, a sovereign judge in all matters of delicacy, immediately added, "Raoul, you answer with a painful feeling; you are unhappy.""Very, monsieur; you have forbidden me to go to Blois, or to see Mademoiselle de la Valliere again." Here the young man stopped.That dear name, so delightful to pronounce, made his heart bleed, although so sweet upon his lips.
"And I have acted rightly, Raoul," Athos hastened to reply.
"I am neither an unjust nor a barbarous father; I respect true love; but I look forward for you to a future -- an immense future.A new reign is about to break upon us like a fresh dawn.War calls upon a young king full of chivalric spirit.What is wanting to assist this heroic ardor is a battalion of young and free lieutenants who would rush to the fight with enthusiasm and fall, crying: `Vive le Roi!'
