CHAPTER V.
TOBY.
Two hours after the surintendant's cortege had set off by Aramis'directions, conveying them both toward Fontainebleau with the fleetnessof the clouds, which the last breath of the tempest was hurrying acrossthe face of the heavens, La Valliere was closeted in her own apartment,with a simple muslin wrapper round her, having just finished a slightrepast, which was placed upon a small marble table. Suddenly the doorwas opened, and a servant entered to announce M. Fouquet, who had calledto request permission to pay his respects to her. She made him repeatthe message twice over, for the poor girl only knew M. Fouquet by name,and could not conceive what she could possibly have to do with asurintendant of finances. However, as he might possibly come from theking--and, after the conversation we have recorded, it was verylikely--she glanced at her mirror, drew out still more the long ringletsof her hair, and desired him to be admitted. La Valliere could not,however, refrain from a certain feeling of uneasiness. A visit from thesurintendant was not an ordinary event in the life of any woman attachedto the court. Fouquet, so notorious for his generosity, his gallantry,and his sensitive delicacy of feeling with regard to women generally,had received more invitations than he had requested audiences. In manyhouses the presence of the surintendant had been significant of fortune;in many hearts, of love. Fouquet entered the apartment with a mannerfull of respect, presenting himself with that ease and gracefulness ofmanner which was the distinctive characteristic of the men of eminenceof that period, and which at the present day seems no longer to beunderstood, even in the portraits of the period in which the painterhas endeavored to recall them into being. La Valliere acknowledged theceremonious salutation which Fouquet addressed to her by a gentleinclination of the head and motioned him to a seat. But Fouquet, with abow, said, "I will not sit down until you have pardoned me."
"I?" asked La Valliere; "pardoned what?"
Fouquet fixed a most piercing look upon the young girl, and fancied hecould perceive in her face nothing but the most unaffected surprise. "Iobserve," he said, "that you have as much generosity as intelligence,and I read in your eyes the forgiveness I solicit. A pardon pronouncedby your lips is insufficient for me, and I need the forgiveness of yourheart and mind."
"Upon my honor, monsieur," said La Valliere, "I assure you mostpositively I do not understand your meaning."
"Again, that is a delicacy on your part which charms me," repliedFouquet, "and I see you do not wish me to blush before you."
"Blush! blush before me? Why should you blush?"
"Can I have deceived myself?" said Fouquet; "and can I have been happyenough not to have offended you by my conduct toward you?"
"Really, monsieur," said La Valliere, shrugging her shoulders, "youspeak in enigmas, and I suppose I am too ignorant to understand you."
"Be it so," said Fouquet, "I will not insist. Tell me only, I entreatyou, that I may rely upon your full and complete forgiveness."
"I have but one reply to make to you, monsieur," said La Valliere,somewhat impatiently, "and I hope that will satisfy you. If I knew thewrong you have done me, I would forgive you, and I would do so withstill greater reason since I am ignorant of the wrong you allude to."
Fouquet bit his lips, as Aramis would have done. "In that case," hesaid, "I may hope that, notwithstanding what has happened, our goodunderstanding will remain undisturbed, and that you will kindly conferthe favor upon me of believing in my respectful friendship."
La Valliere fancied that she now began to understand, and said toherself, "I should not have believed M. Fouquet so eager to seek thesource of a favor so very recent," and then added aloud, "Yourfriendship, monsieur! you offer me your friendship! The honor, on thecontrary, is mine, and I feel overpowered by it."
"I am aware," replied Fouquet, "that the friendship of the master mayappear more brilliant and desirable than that of the servant, but Iassure you the latter will be quite as devoted, quite as faithful, andaltogether disinterested."
La Valliere bowed, for, in fact, the voice of the surintendant seemed toconvey both conviction and real devotion in its tone, and she held outher hand to him, saying, "I believe you."
Fouquet eagerly look hold of the young girl's hand. "You see nodifficulty, therefore," he added, "in restoring me that unhappy letter?"
"What letter?" inquired La Valliere.
Fouquet interrogated her with his most searching gaze, as he had alreadydone before, but the same innocent expression, the same candid look, methis. "I am obliged to confess," he said, after this denial, "that yoursystem is the most delicate in the world, and I should not feel I was aman of honor and uprightness if I were to suspect anything from a womanso generous as yourself."
"Really, Monsieur Fouquet," replied La Valliere, "it is with profoundregret I am obliged to repeat that I absolutely understand nothing ofwhat you refer to."
"In fact, then, upon your honor, mademoiselle, you have not received anyletter from me?"
"Upon my honor, none," replied La Valliere, firmly.
"Very well, that is quite sufficient; permit me, then, to renew theassurance of my utmost esteem and respect," said Fouquet. Then, bowing,he left the room to seek Aramis, who was waiting for him in his ownapartment, and leaving La Valliere to ask herself whether thesurintendant had not lost his senses.
"Well!" inquired Aramis, who was impatiently waiting Fouquet's return,"are you satisfied with the favorite?"
"Enchanted," replied Fouquet; "she is a woman full of intelligence andfine feeling."
"She did not get angry, then?"
"Far from that, she did not even seem to understand."
"To understand what?"
"To understand that I had written to her."
"She must, however, have understood you sufficiently to give the letterback to you, for I presume she returned it."
"Not at all."
"At least, you satisfied yourself that she had burned it."
"My dear Monsieur d'Herblay, I have been playing at cross purposes formore than an hour, and, however amusing it may be, I begin to have hadenough of this game. So understand me thoroughly: the girl pretended notto understand what I was saying to her: she denied having received anyletter; therefore, having positively denied its receipt, she was unableeither to return or burn it."
"Oh! oh!" said Aramis, with uneasiness, "what is that you say?"
"I say that she swore most positively she had not received any letter."
"That is too much. And you not insist?"
"On the contrary, I did insist, almost impertinently so, even."
"And she persisted in her denial?"
"Unhesitatingly."
"And she did not contradict herself once?"
"Not once."
"But, in that case, then, you have left our letter in her hands?"
"How could I do otherwise?"
"Oh! it was a great mistake."
"What the deuce would you have done in my place?"
"One could not force her, certainly, but it is very embarrassing; such aletter ought not remain in existence against us."
"Oh! the young girl's disposition is generosity itself; I looked at hereyes, and I can read eyes well."
"You think she can be relied upon?"
"From my heart I do."
"Well, I think we are mistaken."
"In what way?"
"I think that, in point of fact, as she herself told you, she did notreceive the letter."
"What! do you suppose--?"
"I suppose that, from some motive, of which we know nothing, your mandid not deliver the letter to her."
Fouquet rang the bell. A servant appeared. "Send Toby here," he said. Amoment afterward a man made his appearance, with an anxious restlesslook, shrewd expression of the mouth, with short arms, and his backsomewhat bent. Aramis fixed a penetrating look upon him.
"Will you allow me to interrogate him myself?" inquired Aramis.
"Do so," said Fouquet.
Aramis was about to say so
mething to the lackey, when he paused.
"No," he said; "he would see that we attach too much importance to hisanswer, question him yourself; I will pretend to write." Aramisaccordingly placed himself at a table, his back turned toward the oldattendant, whose every gesture and look he watched in a looking-glassopposite to him.
"Come here, Toby," said Fouquet to the valet, who approached with atolerably firm step. "How did you execute my commission?" inquiredFouquet.
"In the usual way, monseigneur," replied the man.
"But how, tell me?"
"I succeeded in penetrating as far as Mademoiselle de la Valliere'sapartment; but she was at mass, and so I placed the note on hertoilet-table. Is not that what you told me to do?"
"Precisely; and is that all?"
"Absolutely all, monseigneur."
"No one was there?"
"No one."
"Did you conceal yourself as I told you?"
"Yes."
"And she returned?"
"Ten minutes afterward."
"And no one could have taken the letter?"
"No one; for no one entered the room."
"From the outside, but from the interior?"
"From the place where I was secreted I could see to the very end of theroom."
"Now, listen to me," said Fouquet, looking fixedly at the lackey; "ifthis letter did not reach its proper destination, confess it; for, if amistake has been made, your head shall be the forfeit."
Toby started, but immediately recovered himself. "Monseigneur," he said,"I placed the letter on the very place I told you; and I ask only halfan hour to prove to you that the letter is in Mademoiselle de laValliere's hands, or to bring you back the letter itself."
Aramis looked at the valet scrutinizingly. Fouquet was ready in placingconfidence in people, and for twenty years this man had served himfaithfully. "Go," he said; "but bring me the proof you speak of." Thelackey quitted the room.
"Well, what do you think of it?" inquired Fouquet of Aramis.
"I think that you must, by some means or another, assure yourself of thetruth, either that the letter has or has not reached La Valliere; that,in the first case, La Valliere must return it to you, or satisfy you byburning it in your presence; that, in the second, you must have theletter back again, even were it to cost you a million. Come, is not thatyour opinion?"
"Yes; but still, my dear bishop, I believe you are exaggerating theposition of affairs."
"Blind, how blind you are!" murmured Aramis.
"La Valliere," returned Fouquet, "whom we assume to be a politician ofthe greatest ability, is simply nothing more than a coquette, who hopesthat I shall pay my court to her, because I have already done so, andwho, now that she has received a confirmation of the king's regard,hopes to keep me in leading strings with the letter. It is naturalenough!"
Aramis shook his head.
"Is not that your opinion?" said Fouquet.
"She is not a coquette," he replied.
"Allow me to tell you--"
"Oh! I am well enough acquainted with women who are coquettes," saidAramis.
"My dear friend!"
"It is a long time ago since I finished my studies, you mean. But womendo not change."
"True; but men change, and you at the present day are far moresuspicious than you formerly were." And then, beginning to laugh, headded, "Come, if La Valliere is willing to love me only to the extent ofa third and the king two-thirds, do you think the condition acceptable?"
Aramis rose impatiently. "La Valliere," he said, "has never loved, andwill never love any one but the king."
"At all events," said Fouquet, "what would you do?"
"Ask me rather what I would have done?"
"Well, what would you have done?"
"In the first place, I should not have allowed that man to go."
"Toby!"
"Yes; Toby is a traitor. Nay, I am sure of it, and I would not have lethim go until he had told me the truth."
"There is still time. I will recall him, and do you question him in yourturn."
"Agreed."
"But I assure you it is quite useless. He has been with me for the lasttwenty years, and has never made the slightest mistake, and yet," addedFouquet, laughing, "it has been easy enough."
"Still, call him back. This morning I fancy I saw that face in earnestconversation with one of M. Colbert's men."
"Where was that?"
"Opposite the stables."
"Bah! all my people are at daggers drawn with that fellow."
"I saw him, I tell you, and his face, which I ought not to haverecognized when he entered just now, struck me in a disagreeablemanner."
"Why did you not say something, then, while he was here?"
"Because it is only at this very minute that my memory is clear upon thesubject."
"Really," said Fouquet, "you alarm me." And he again rang the bell.
"Provided that it is not already too late," said Aramis.
Fouquet once more rang impatiently. The valet usually in attendanceappeared. "Toby!" said Fouquet, "send Toby." The valet again shut thedoor.
"You leave me at perfect liberty, I suppose?"
"Entirely so."
"I may employ all means, then, to ascertain the truth."
"All."
"Intimidation, even?"
"I constitute you public prosecutor in my place."
They waited ten minutes longer, but uselessly, and Fouquet, thoroughlyout of patience, again rang loudly. "Toby!" he exclaimed.
"Monseigneur," said the valet, "they are looking for him."
"He cannot be far distant, I have not given him any commission toexecute."
"I will go and see, monseigneur," replied the valet, as he closed thedoor. Aramis, during this interval, walked impatiently but silently upand down the cabinet. Again they waited another ten minutes. Fouquetrang in a manner to awaken the very dead. The valet again presentedhimself, trembling in a way to induce a belief that he was the bearer ofbad news.
"Monseigneur is mistaken," he said, before even Fouquet couldinterrogate him; "you must have given Toby some commission, for he hasbeen to the stables and taken your lordship's swiftest horse, andsaddled it himself."
"Well?"
"And he has gone off."
"Gone!" exclaimed Fouquet. "Let him be pursued, let him be captured."
"Nay, nay," said Aramis, taking him by the hand, "be calm, the evil isdone now."
"The evil is done, you say?"
"No doubt; I was sure of it. And now, let us give no cause forsuspicion; we must calculate the result of the blow, and ward it off, ifpossible."
"After all," said Fouquet, "the evil is not great."
"You think so," said Aramis.
"Of course. Surely a man is allowed to write a love-letter to a woman."
"A man, certainly; a subject, no; especially, too, when the woman inquestion is one with whom the king is in love."
"But the king was not in love with La Valliere a week ago! he was not inlove with her yesterday, and the letter is dated yesterday; I could notguess the king was in love, when the king's affection was not even yetin existence."
"As you please," replied Aramis; "but unfortunately the letter is notdated, and it is that circumstance particularly which annoys me. If ithad only been dated yesterday, I should not have the slightest shadow ofuneasiness on your account." Fouquet shrugged his shoulders.
"Am I not my own master," he said, "and is the king, then, king of mybrain and of my flesh?"
"You are right," replied Aramis; "do not let us give more importance tomatters than is necessary; and besides ... Well, if we are menaced, wehave means of defense."
"Oh! menaced!" said Fouquet; "you do not place this gnat bite, as itwere, among the number of menaces which may compromise my fortunes andmy life, do you?"
"Do not forget, Monsieur Fouquet, that the bite of an insect can kill agiant, if the insect be venomous."
"But has this sovereign power you
were speaking of already vanished?"
"I am all-powerful, it is true, but I am not immortal."
"Come, then, the most pressing matter is to find Toby again, I suppose.Is not that your opinion?"
"Oh! as for that, you will not find him again," said Aramis, "and if hewere of any great value to you, you must give him up for lost."
"At all events he is somewhere or another in the world," said Fouquet.
"You're right, let me act," replied Aramis.
The Vicomte de Bragelonne Page 6
