M.Baisemeaux de Montlezun's Accounts.
The clock of St.Paul was striking seven as Aramis, on horseback, dressed as a ****** citizen, that is to say, in colored suit, with no distinctive mark about him, except a kind of hunting-knife by his side, passed before the Rue du Petit-Muse, and stopped opposite the Rue des Tourelles, at the gate of the Bastile.Two sentinels were on duty at the gate; they made no difficulty about admitting Aramis, who entered without dismounting, and they pointed out the way he was to go by a long passage with buildings on both sides.
This passage led to the drawbridge, or, in other words, to the real entrance.The drawbridge was down, and the duty of the day was about being entered upon.The sentinel at the outer guardhouse stopped Aramis's further progress, asking him, in a rough tone of voice, what had brought him there.
Aramis explained, with his usual politeness, that a wish to speak to M.Baisemeaux de Montlezun had occasioned his visit.The first sentinel then summoned a second sentinel, stationed within an inner lodge, who showed his face at the grating, and inspected the new arrival most attentively.
Aramis reiterated the expression of his wish to see the governor, whereupon the sentinel called to an officer of lower grade, who was walking about in a tolerably spacious courtyard and who, in turn, on being informed of his object, ran to seek one of the officers of the governor's staff.The latter, after having listened to Aramis's request, begged him to wait a moment, then went away a short distance, but returned to ask his name."I cannot tell it you, monsieur,"said Aramis, "I need only mention that I have matters of such importance to communicate to the governor, that I can only rely beforehand upon one thing, that M.de Baisemeaux will be delighted to see me; nay, more than that, when you have told him that it is the person whom he expected on the first of June, I am convinced he will hasten here himself."The officer could not possibly believe that a man of the governor's importance should put himself out for a person of so little importance as the citizen-looking visitor on horseback."It happens most fortunately, monsieur," he said, "that the governor is just going out, and you can perceive his carriage with the horses already harnessed, in the courtyard yonder; there will be no occasion for him to come to meet you, as he will see you as he passes by." Aramis bowed to signify his assent; he did not wish to inspire others with too exalted an opinion of himself, and therefore waited patiently and in silence, leaning upon the saddle-bow of his horse.Ten minutes had hardly elapsed when the governor's carriage was observed to move.The governor appeared at the door, and got into the carriage, which immediately prepared to start.The same ceremony was observed for the governor himself as with a suspected stranger; the sentinel at the lodge advanced as the carriage was about to pass under the arch, and the governor opened the carriage-door, himself setting the example of obedience to orders; so that, in this way, the sentinel could convince himself that no one quitted the Bastile improperly.The carriage rolled along under the archway, but at the moment the iron-gate was opened, the officer approached the carriage, which had been again stopped, and said something to the governor, who immediately put his head out of the door-way, and perceived Aramis on horseback at the end of the drawbridge.He immediately uttered almost a shout of delight, and got out, or rather darted out of his carriage, running towards Aramis, whose hands he seized, ****** a thousand apologies.He almost embraced him."What a difficult matter to enter the Bastile!" said Aramis."Is it the same for those who are sent here against their wills, as for those who come of their own accord?""A thousand pardons, my lord.How delighted I am to see your Grace!""Hush! What are you thinking of, my dear M.Baisemeaux? What do you suppose would be thought of a bishop in my present costume?""Pray, excuse me, I had forgotten.Take this gentleman's horse to the stables," cried Baisemeaux.
"No, no," said Aramis; "I have five thousand pistoles in the saddle-bags."The governor's countenance became so radiant, that if the prisoners had seen him they would have imagined some prince of the blood royal had arrived."Yes, you are right, the horse shall be taken to the government house.Will you get into the carriage, my dear M.d'Herblay? and it shall take us back to my house.""Get into a carriage to cross a courtyard! do you believe Iam so great an invalid? No, no, we will go on foot."Baisemeaux then offered his arm as a support, but the prelate did not accept it.They arrived in this manner at the government house, Baisemeaux rubbing his hands and glancing at the horse from time to time, while Aramis was looking at the bleak bare walls.A tolerably handsome vestibule and a staircase of white stone led to the governor's apartments, who crossed the ante-chamber, the dining-room, where breakfast was being prepared, opened a small side door, and closeted himself with his guest in a large cabinet, the windows of which opened obliquely upon the courtyard and the stables.Baisemeaux installed the prelate with that all-inclusive politeness of which a good man, or a grateful man, alone possesses the secret.An arm-chair, a footstool, a small table beside him, on which to rest his hand, everything was prepared by the governor himself.With his own hands, too, he placed upon the table, with much solicitude, the bag containing the gold, which one of the soldiers had brought up with the most respectful devotion; and the soldier having left the room, Baisemeaux himself closed the door after him, drew aside one of the window-curtains, and looked steadfastly at Aramis to see if the prelate required anything further.