"Never mind them.To-day my major has leave of absence; the lieutenant is visiting the post on the bastions; we are sole masters of the situation.""No, no, my dear governor; why, the very idea of the sound of the bolts makes me shudder.You will only have to forget me in second or fourth Bertaudiere, and then ---- ""You are refusing an opportunity that may never present itself again.Do you know that, to obtain the favor Ipropose to you gratis, some of the princes of the blood have offered me as much as fifty thousand francs.""Really! he must be worth seeing, then?"
"Forbidden fruit, my lord, forbidden fruit.You who belong to the church ought to know that.""Well, if I had any curiosity, it would be to see the poor author of the distich.""Very well, we will see him, too; but if I were at all curious, it would be about the beautiful carpeted room and its lodger.""Furniture is very commonplace; and a face with no expression in it offers little or no interest.""But a boarder at fifteen francs is always interesting.""By the by, I forgot to ask you about that.Why fifteen francs for him, and only three francs for poor Seldon?""The distinction made in that instance was a truly noble act, and one which displayed the king's goodness of heart to great advantage.""The king's, you say."
"The cardinal's, I mean.`This unhappy man,' said M.
Mazarin, `is destined to remain in prison forever.'""Why so?"
"Why, it seems that his crime is a lasting one, and, consequently, his punishment ought to be so, too.""Lasting?"
"No doubt of it, unless he is fortunate enough to catch the small-pox, and even that is difficult, for we never get any impure air here.""Nothing can be more ingenious than your train of reasoning, my dear M.de Baisemeaux.Do you, however, mean to say that this unfortunate man must suffer without interruption or termination?""I did not say he was to suffer, my lord, a fifteen-franc boarder does not suffer.""He suffers imprisonment, at all events.""No doubt; there is no help for that, but this suffering is sweetened for him.You must admit that this young fellow was not born to eat all the good things he does eat; for instance, such things as we have on the table now; this pasty that has not been touched, these crawfish from the River Marne, of which we have hardly taken any, and which are almost as large as lobsters; all these things will at once be taken to second Bertaudiere, with a bottle of that Volnay which you think so excellent.After you have seen it you will believe it, I hope.""Yes, my dear governor, certainly; but all this time you are thinking only of your very happy fifteen-franc prisoner, and you forget poor Seldon, my protege.""Well, out of consideration for you, it shall be a gala day for him; he shall have some biscuits and preserves with this small bottle of port.""You are a good-hearted fellow; I have said so already, and I repeat it, my dear Baisemeaux.""Well, let us set off, then," said the governor, a little bewildered, partly from the wine he had drunk, and partly from Aramis's praises.
"Do not forget that I only go to oblige you," said the prelate.
"Very well; but you will thank me when you get there.""Let us go, then."
"Wait until I have summoned the jailer," said Baisemeaux, as he struck the bell twice, at which summons a man appeared.
"I am going to visit the towers," said the governor."No guards, no drums, no noise at all.""If I were not to leave my cloak here," said Aramis, pretending to be alarmed; "I should really think I was going to prison on my own account."The jailer preceded the governor, Aramis walking on his right hand; some of the soldiers who happened to be in the courtyard drew themselves up in line, as stiff as posts, as the governor passed along.Baisemeaux led the way down several steps which conducted to a sort of esplanade; thence they arrived at the draw-bridge, where the sentinels on duty received the governor with the proper honors.The governor turned toward Aramis, and, speaking in such a tone that the sentinels could not lose a word, he observed, -- "I hope you have a good memory, monsieur?""Why?" inquired Aramis.
"On account of your plans and your measurements, for you know that no one is allowed, not architects even, to enter where the prisoners are, with paper, pens or pencil.""Good," said Aramis to himself, "it seems I am an architect, then.It sounds like one of D'Artagnan's jokes, who perceived in me the engineer of Belle-Isle." Then he added aloud: "Be easy on that score, monsieur; in our profession, a mere glance and a good memory are quite sufficient."Baisemeaux did not change countenance, and the soldiers took Aramis for what he seemed to be."Very well; we will first visit la Bertaudiere, "said Baisemeaux, still intending the sentinels to hear him.Then, turning to the jailer, he added: "You will take the opportunity of carrying to No.2the few dainties I pointed out."
"Dear M.de Baisemeaux," said Aramis, "you are always forgetting No.3.""So I am," said the governor; and upon that, they began to ascend.The number of bolts, gratings, and locks for this single courtyard would have sufficed for the safety of an entire city.Aramis was neither an imaginative nor a sensitive man; he had been somewhat of a poet in his youth, but his heart was hard and indifferent, as the heart of every man of fifty-five years of age is, who has been frequently and passionately attached to women in his lifetime, or rather who has been passionately loved by them.
But when he placed his foot upon the worn stone steps, along which so many unhappy wretches had passed, when he felt himself impregnated, as it were, with the atmosphere of those gloomy dungeons, moistened with tears, there could be but little doubt he was overcome by his feelings, for his head was bowed and his eyes became dim, as he followed Baisemeaux without a syllable.