ct more deeply than he had ever reflected before. The result of
these reflections was not so melancholy as the preceding ones had been.

"Come, he has begun," said he. "Love urges him on, and he goes
forward--he goes forward! The king is nobody in his own palace; but
the man perhaps may prove to be worth something. Well, we shall see
to-morrow morning. Oh! oh!" cried he, all at once starting up, "that
is a gigantic idea, mordioux! and perhaps my fortune depends, at least,
upon that idea!" After this exclamation, the officer arose and marched,
with his hands in the pockets of his justacorps, about the immense
ante-chamber that served him as an apartment. The wax-light flamed
furiously under the effects of a fresh breeze which stole in through
the chinks of the door and the window, and cut the salle diagonally. It
threw out a reddish, unequal light, sometimes brilliant, sometimes dull,
and the tall shadow of the lieutenant was seen marching on the wall, in
profile, like a figure by Callot, with his long sword and feathered hat.

"Certainly!" said he, "I am mistaken if Mazarin is not laying a snare
for this amorous boy. Mazarin, this evening, gave an address, and made
an appointment as complacently as M. Dangeau himself could have done--I
heard him, and I know the meaning of his words. 'To-morrow morning,'
said he, 'they will pass opposite the bridge of Blois. Mordioux! that
is clear enough, and particularly for a lover. That is the cause of this
embarrassment; that is the cause of this hesitation; that is the
cause of this order--'Monsieur the lieutenant of my musketeers, be on
horseback to-morrow at four o'clock in the morning.' Which is as
clear as if he had said,--'Monsieur the lieutenant of my musketeers,
to-morrow, at four, at the bridge of Blois--do you understand?' Here is
a state secret, then, which I, humble as I am, have in my possession,
while it is in action. And how do I get it? Because I have good eyes,
as his majesty just now said. They say he loves this little Italian doll
furiously. They say he threw himself at his mother's feet, to beg her to
allow him to marry her. They say the queen went so far as to consult
the court of Rome, whether such a marriage, contracted against her will,
would be valid. Oh, if I were but twenty-five! If I had by my side those
I no longer have! If I did not despise the whole world most profoundly,
I would embroil Mazarin with the queen-mother, France with Spain, and
I would mak