"You spoke to me," said Monk, "of Charles II.; but pray, monsieur, of what consequence to me is that phantom of a king? I have grown old in a war and in a policy which are nowadays so closely linked together, that every man of the sword must fight in virtue of his rights or his ambition with a personal interest, and not blindly behind an officer, as in ordinary wars.For myself, I perhaps desire nothing, but I fear much.In the war of to-day rests the liberty of England, and, perhaps, that of every Englishman.How can you expect that I, free in the position I have made for myself, should go willingly and hold out my hands to the shackles of a stranger? That is all Charles is to me.He has fought battles here which he has lost, he is therefore a bad captain; he has succeeded in no negotiation, he is therefore a bad diplomatist; he has paraded his wants and his miseries in all the courts of Europe, he has therefore a weak and pusillanimous heart.Nothing noble, nothing great, nothing strong has hitherto emanated from that genius which aspires to govern one of the greatest kingdoms of the earth.I know this Charles, then, under none but bad aspects, and you would wish me, a man of good sense, to go and make myself gratuitously the slave of a creature who is inferior to me in military capacity, in politics, and in dignity! No, monsieur.When some great and noble action shall have taught me to value Charles, I shall perhaps recognize his rights to a throne from which we have cast the father because he wanted the virtues which his son has hitherto lacked, but, in fact of rights, I only recognize my own; the revolution made me a general, my sword will make me protector, if Iwish it.Let Charles show himself, let him present himself, let him enter the competition open to genius, and, above all, let him remember that he is of a race from whom more will be expected than from any other.Therefore, monsieur, say no more about him.I neither refuse nor accept: Ireserve myself -- I wait."
Athos knew Monk to be too well informed of all concerning Charles to venture to urge the discussion further; it was neither the time nor the place."My lord," then said he, "Ihave nothing to do but to thank you."
"And why, monsieur? Because you have formed a correct opinion of me, or because I have acted according to your judgment? Is that, in truth, worthy of thanks? This gold which you are about to carry to Charles will serve me as a test for him, by seeing the use he will make of it.I shall have an opinion which now I have not.""And yet does not your honor fear to compromise yourself by allowing such a sum to be carried away for the service of your enemy?""My enemy, say you? Eh, monsieur, I have no enemies.I am in the service of the parliament, which orders me to fight General Lambert and Charles Stuart -- its enemies, and not mine.I fight them.If the parliament, on the contrary, ordered me to unfurl my standards on the port of London, and to assemble my soldiers on the banks to receive Charles II."
"You would obey?" cried Athos, joyfully.
"Pardon me," said Monk, smiling, "I was going -- I, a gray-headed man -- in truth, how could I forget myself? was going to speak like a foolish young man.""Then you would not obey?" said Athos.
"I do not say that either, monsieur.The welfare of my country before everything.God, who has given me the power, has, no doubt, willed that I should have that power for the good of all, and He has given me, at the same time, discernment.If the parliament were to order such a thing, Ishould reflect."
The brow of Athos became clouded."Then I may positively say that your honor is not inclined to favor King Charles II.?""You continue to question me, monsieur le comte; allow me to do so in turn, if you please.""Do, monsieur; and may God inspire you with the idea of replying to me as frankly as I shall reply to you.""When you shall have taken this money back to your prince, what advice will you give him?"Athos fixed upon Monk a proud and resolute look.
"My lord," said he, "with this million, which others would perhaps employ in negotiating, I would advise the king to raise two regiments, to enter Scotland, which you have just pacified: to give to the people the franchises which the revolution promised them, and in which it has not, in all cases, kept its word.I should advise him to command in person this little army, which would, believe me, increase, and to die, standard in hand, and sword in its sheath, saying, `Englishmen! I am the third king of my race you have killed; beware of the justice of God!'"Monk hung down his head, and mused for an instant."If he succeeded," said he, "which is very improbable, but not impossible -- for everything is possible in this world --what would you advise him to do?"
"To think that by the will of God he lost his crown but by the good will of men he recovered it."An ironical smile passed over the lips of Monk.
"Unfortunately, monsieur," said he, "kings do not know how to follow good advice.""Ah, my lord, Charles II.is not a king," replied Athos, smiling in his turn, but with a very different expression from Monk.
"Let us terminate this, monsieur le comte, -- that is your desire, is it not?"Athos bowed.
"I shall give orders to have these two casks transported whither you please.Where are you lodging, monsieur?""In a little hamlet at the mouth of the river, your honor.""Oh, I know the hamlet; it consists of five or six houses, does it not?""Exactly.Well, I inhabit the first, -- two net-makers occupy it with me; it is their bark which brought me ashore.""But your own vessel, monsieur?"