The Refugees. Arthur Conan Doyle

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      “Heh, heh!” cried the old soldier, peering at him.

      “You were with me on the Rhine—heh? I know your face, captain. But the household was with Turenne.”

      “I was in the regiment of Picardy, your Highness. De Catinat is my name.”

      “Yes, yes. But you, sir, who the devil are you?”

      “Captain Dalbert, your Highness, of the Languedoc Blue Dragoons.”

      “Heh! I was passing in my carriage, and I saw you standing on your head in the air. The young man let you up on conditions, as I understood.”

      “He swore he would go from the house,” cried the young stranger. “Yet when I had let him up, he set his men upon me, and we all came downstairs together.”

      “My faith, you seem to have left little behind you,” said Conde, smiling, as he glanced at the litter which was strewed all over the floor. “And so you broke your parole, Captain Dalbert?”

      “I could not hold treaty with a Huguenot and an enemy of the king,” said the dragoon sulkily.

      “You could hold treaty, it appears, but not keep it. And why did you let him go, sir, when you had him at such a vantage?”

      “I believed his promise.”

      “You must be of a trusting nature.”

      “I have been used to deal with Indians.”

      “Heh! And you think an Indian’s word is better than that of an officer in the king’s dragoons?”

      “I did not think so an hour ago.”

      “Hem!” Conde took a large pinch of snuff, and brushed the wandering grains from his velvet coat with his handkerchief of point.

      “You are very strong, monsieur,” said he, glancing keenly at the broad shoulders and arching chest of the young stranger. “You are from Canada, I presume?”

      “I have been there, sir. But I am from New York.”

      Conde shook his head. “An island?”

      “No, sir; a town.”

      “In what province?”

      “The province of New York.”

      “The chief town, then?”

      “Nay; Albany is the chief town.”

      “And how came you to speak French?”

      “My mother was of French blood.”

      “And how long have you been in Paris?”

      “A day.”

      “Heh! And you already begin to throw your mother’s country-folk out of windows!”

      “He was annoying a young maid, sir, and I asked him to stop, whereon he whipped out his sword, and would have slain me had I not closed with him, upon which he called upon his fellows to aid him. To keep them off, I swore that I would drop him over if they moved a step. Yet when I let him go, they set upon me again, and I know not what the end might have been had this gentleman not stood my friend.”

      “Hem! You did very well. You are young, but you have resource.”

      “I was reared in the woods, sir.”

      “If there are many of your kidney, you may give my friend De Frontenac some work ere he found this empire of which he talks. But how is this, Captain Dalbert? What have you to say?”

      “The king’s orders, your Highness.”

      “Heh! Did he order you to molest the girl? I have never yet heard that his Majesty erred by being too harsh with a woman.” He gave a little dry chuckle in his throat, and took another pinch of snuff.

      “The orders are, your Highness, to use every means which may drive these people into the true Church.”

      “On my word, you look a very fine apostle and a pretty champion for a holy cause,” said Conde, glancing sardonically out of his twinkling black eyes at the brutal face of the dragoon. “Take your men out of this, sir, and never venture to set your foot again across this threshold.”

      “But the king’s command, your Highness.”

      “I will tell the king when I see him that I left soldiers and that I find brigands. Not a word, sir! Away! You take your shame with you, and you leave your honour behind.” He had turned in an instant from the sneering, strutting old beau to the fierce soldier with set face and eye of fire. Dalbert shrank back from his baleful gaze, and muttering an order to his men, they filed off down the stair with clattering feet and clank of sabres.

      “Your Highness,” said the old Huguenot, coming forward and throwing open one of the doors which led from the landing, “you have indeed been a saviour of Israel and a stumbling-block to the froward this day. Will you not deign to rest under my roof, and even to take a cup of wine ere you go onwards?”

      Conde raised his thick eyebrows at the scriptural fashion of the merchant’s speech, but he bowed courteously to the invitation, and entered the chamber, looking around him in surprise and admiration at its magnificence. With its panelling of dark shining oak, its polished floor, its stately marble chimney-piece, and its beautifully moulded ceiling, it was indeed a room which might have graced a palace.

      “My carriage waits below,” said he, “and I must not delay longer. It is not often that I leave my castle of Chantilly to come to Paris, and it was a fortunate chance which made me pass in time to be of service to honest men. When a house hangs out such a sign as an officer of dragoons with his heels in the air, it is hard to drive past without a question. But I fear that as long as you are a Huguenot, there will be no peace for you in France, monsieur.”

      “The law is indeed heavy upon us.”

      “And will be heavier if what I hear from court is correct. I wonder that you do not fly the country.”

      “My business and my duty lie here.”

      “Well, every man knows his own affairs best. Would it not be wise to bend to the storm, heh?”

      The Huguenot gave a gesture of horror.

      “Well, well, I meant no harm. And where is this fair maid who has been the cause of the broil?”

      “Where is Adele, Pierre?” asked the merchant of the old servant, who had carried in the silver tray with a squat flask and tinted Venetian glasses.

      “I locked her in my room, master.”

      “And where is she now?”

      “I am here, father.” The young girl sprang into the room, and threw her arms round the old merchant’s neck. “Oh, I trust СКАЧАТЬ