six years for nothing; the Cardinal is a good master, I have profited by his teaching, and know several tricks; you shall see me at work."
"Well, that is agreed, and we understand each other now. I think it would be wise to breakfast before continuing our journey, for I feel an appetite that greatly requires appeasing."
"I will give the landlord orders to serve you at once, my lord."
"You will breakfast with me, Bouillot," he said as he gave him a friendly tap on the shoulder; "and I hope it will be always so, until our arrival at the Isle of St. Marguerite."
"It is certainly a great honour for me, sir, but—"
"I expect it; besides are you not almost a member of my family?"
François Bouillot bowed and left the room; after ordering a copious breakfast, he commanded one part of the escort back to Paris; then he returned to the room, followed by the landlord, who, in a second, covered the table with all that was wanted to make a good meal, and withdrew discreetly, leaving his guests to attack the dishes placed before them.
The journey was continued without any incident worthy of note.
The prisoner's conversation with his keeper had been decisive; the latter was too well acquainted with the character of the man with whom he had to deal to attempt to revert to a subject which had been so distinctly disposed of on the first occasion.
At the period when our history takes place, France was not as now intersected by magnificent roads, and the shortest journey demanded an enormous expenditure of time; the coaches, heavy vehicles badly built and worse horsed, had great difficulty in resisting the numerous joltings and the ruts in which they were for the greater portion of the time buried up to the axletree, and hence, in spite of the speed employed, seventeen days elapsed ere the prisoner and his escort arrived at Toulon.
This town was even at that early period one of the principal military ports of France, and the Count felt an indescribable pang at heart when he entered it.
It was in this town that his naval career had begun, here for the first time he had set foot aboard a vessel with the rank of midshipman, and had undergone the preparatory trials of that rude naval profession, in which, in spite of his youth, he soon attained a great reputation and almost celebrity.
The coach stopped in the Haymarket, in front of the "Cross of Malta," probably the oldest inn in France, for it is still in existence, although it has undergone many indispensable changes both internally and externally.
So soon as he had installed his prisoner comfortably in the Inn, François Bouillot went out.
If he placed a sentry before the Count's door, it was rather in obedience to his duty, than through any fear of escape, for he had not even taken the trouble to lock the door, so convinced was he beforehand that unfortunately his prisoner would not attempt to pass out of it.
He remained away for about two hours.
"You have been absent a long time," the Count remarked on his return.
"I had some important business to settle," he replied.
The Count, without adding a word, resumed his walk up and down the room which Bouillot's return had interrupted.
There was a momentary silence, Bouillot was evidently embarrassed, he went about the room, pretending to arrange sundry articles of furniture, and disarranging everything; at last seeing that the Count obstinately remained silent and would not perceive that he was in the room, he placed himself in front of him so as to bar his passage, and looked at him intently as he whispered with a stress on the words.
"You do not ask where I have been."
"What is the use?" the Count replied carelessly; "About your own business, of course."
"No, my lord, about yours."
"Ah!" he said.
"Yes, the Seamew awaits you."
The Count smiled and slightly shrugged his shoulders.
"Ah, ah, you are still thinking of that; I believed, my dear Bouillot, that it was arranged between us that we should not return to this subject. That was the reason, then, that you lengthened our journey, by making us pass through Toulon, at which I felt surprised. I could not account for the strange itinerary you were following."
"My lord," he muttered, clasping his hands imploringly.
"Come, you are mad, my dear Bouillot, you ought to know by this time, though, that when I have formed a resolution, good or bad, I never alter it; so no more of this, I beg, it would be quite useless. I pledge you my word as a gentleman."
The old servant uttered a groan that resembled a death rattle.
"Your will be done, my lord," he stammered. "When do we start for Antibes?"
"At once, if you wish it."
"Very good, the sooner the better."
After bowing, the exempt left the room to make all preparations for departure.
As we see, the parts were completely introverted, it was the prisoner who gave orders to his keeper.
One hour later, in fact, the Count quitted Toulon. All along the road the two men, constantly companions, and eating and drinking together, conversed about indifferent matters. Bouillot had at last recognized the fact that it was useless to make any further effort to induce the Count to escape; still he had not given up his scheme, but merely deferred it till a more distant period, reckoning as an ally the annoyance of a prolonged detention, and an inactive and useless life upon an organization so impetuous as that of the prisoner.
So soon as he arrived at Antibes, by the express command of the Count, who seemed to take a certain pleasure in tormenting him, he set out in search of some boat to carry them across to Sainte Marguerite.
His search was neither long nor difficult; as bearer of a Cardinal's order, he laid an embargo on the first fishing boat he came across, and embarked aboard it with all his people.
On leaving the mainland, the Count turned, and a smile of peculiar meaning played round his lips.
Bouillot, deceived by this smile, whose secret intention he did not penetrate, bent down to the Count's ear.
"If you like, there is still time," he whispered.
The Count looked at him, shrugged his shoulders, and without replying, sat down in the stern of the boat.
"Push off," Bouillot then shouted to the master.
The latter seized his boathook, and they were soon under weigh.
The Lerins islands form a group composed of several rocks, and two islands surrounded by shoals; the first known as Isle Sainte Marguerite, the second as Saint Honorat.
At the period of our narration only the first was fortified; the other, inhabited by a few fishermen, merely contained the still considerable ruins of the monastery founded by Saint Honorat circa the year 400.
The Sainte
