'What?'From him?'he muttered,with an irrepressible shudder,which shook his bloated cheeks.'God forbid I should see him!
It takes stout men infallibly.I should be dead by night!By God,I should!'he continued,whining.'Now you are not stout,M.de Marsac.If you will come with me I will draw off the men from that part;and you may go in and get the key from him.'
His terror,which surpassed all feeling,and satisfied me without doubt that he was in earnest,was so intense that it could not fail to infect me.I felt my face,as I looked into his,grow to the same hue.I trembled as he did and grew sick.For if there is a word which blanches the soldier's cheek and tries his heart more than another,it is the name of the disease which travels in the hot noonday,and,tainting the strongest as he rides in his pride,leaves him in a few hours a poor mass of corruption.The stoutest and the most reckless fear it;nor could I,more than another,boast myself indifferent to it,or think of its presence without shrinking.But the respect in which a man of birth holds himself saves him from the unreasoning fear which masters the vulgar;and in a moment I recovered myself,and made up my mind what it behoved me to do.
'Wait awhile,'I said sternly,'and I will come with you.'
He waited accordingly,though with manifest impatience,while Isent for M.d'Agen,and communicated to him what I was about to do.I did not think it necessary to enter into details,or to mention Bruhl's state,for some of the men were well in hearing.
I observed that the young gentleman received my directions with a gloomy and dissatisfied air.But I had become by this time so used to his moods,and found myself so much mistaken in his character,that I scarcely gave the matter a second thought.Icrossed the court with Fresnoy,and in a moment had mounted the outside staircase and passed through the heavy doorway.
The moment I entered,I was forced to do Fresnoy the justice of admitting that he had not come to me before he was obliged.The three men who were on guard inside tossed down their weapons at sight of me,while a fourth,who was posted at a neighbouring window,hailed me with a cry of relief.From the moment Icrossed the threshold the defence was practically at an end.Imight,had I chosen or found it consistent with honour,have called in my following and secured the entrance.Without pausing,however,I passed on to the foot of a gloomy stone staircase winding up between walls of rough masonry;and here Fresnoy stood on one side and stopped.He pointed upwards with a pale face and muttered,'The door on the left.'
Leaving him there watching me as I went upwards,I mounted slowly to the landing,and by the light of an arrow-slit which dimly lit the ruinous place found the door he had described,and tried it with my hand.It was locked,but I heard someone moan in the room,and a step crossed the floor,as if he or another came to the door and listened.I knocked,hearing my heart beat in the silence.At last a voice quite strange to me cried,'Who is it?'
'A friend,'I muttered,striving to dull my voice that they might not hear me below.
'A friend!'the bitter answer came.'Go!You have made a mistake!We have no friends.'
'It is I,M.de Marsac,'I rejoined,knocking more imperatively.
'I would see M.de Bruhl.I must see him.'
The person inside,at whose identity I could now make a guess,uttered a low exclamation,and still seemed to hesitate.But on my repeating my demand I heard a rusty bolt withdrawn,and Madame de Bruhl,opening the door a few inches,showed her face in the gap.'What do you want?'she murmured jealously.
Prepared as I was to see her,I was shocked by the change in her appearance,a change which even that imperfect light failed to hide.Her blue eyes had grown larger and harder,and there were dark marks under them.Her face,once so brilliant,was grey and pinched;her hair had lost its golden lustre.'What do you want?'she repeated,eyeing me fiercely.
'To see him,'I answered.
'You know?'she muttered.'You know that he--'
I nodded.
And you still want to come in?My God!Swear you will not hurt him?'
