The expression on the marquis's face was now one of animation.

"Is it possible! I recall the episode distinctly. I was on the way to

my marriage."

"Well, Monsieur le Marquis, I have never forgotten that service. I

have always treasured that act of kindness. For those five pistoles

renewed life, took me to my journey's end, and eventually led me into

the Society of Jesus. I have always desired the pleasure of meeting

you and thanking you personally." Chaumonot's face beamed.

"Be not hasty with your thanks. I have forgotten the purpose I had in

mind when I gave you those pistoles. Ah well, I will leave you with

the illusion that it was an act of generosity. And as I remember, you

were a pitiful looking young beggar." Turning to Brother Jacques, the

marquis said: "Have I ever done you a service?"

"No, Monsieur le Marquis; you have never done me a service." There was

a strange irony beneath the surface of these words. Chaumonot did not

notice it, but the marquis, who was a perfect judge of all those

subtile phases of conversation, caught the jangling note; and it caused

him to draw together his brows in a puzzled frown.

"Have I ever met you till now?" he asked.

"Not that I know of, Monsieur." The tone was gentle, respectful.

"There is something familiar about your face;" and the marquis stared

into space; but he could not conjure up the memory he sought. He had

seen this handsome priestly face before. Where?

Brother Jacques's features were without definite expression.

Presently the marquis roused himself from the past. "I received your

letter in regard to funds. How is it that you came to me?"

"You have gained the reputation of being liberal."

"I have several reputations," said the marquis dryly. "But why should

I give you a thousand livres? That is a good many."

"Oh, Monsieur, give what you like; only that sum was suggested by me

because it is the exact amount needed in our work."

"But I am out of sympathy with your projects and your religion,

especially your religion. I am neither a Catholic nor a Huguenot.

Religion which seeks political domination is not a religion, but a

party. And what are Catholicity and Huguenotism but political

factions, with a different set of prayers? Next to a homely woman,

there is nothing I detest so much as politics. I have no religion."

"It would be a great joy," said Chaumonot, "to bring about your

conversion."

"You have heard of Sisyphus, who was condemned eternally to roll a

stone up a hill? Well, Monsieur, that would be a simple task compared

with an attempt to convert me to Catholicism. I believe in three

things: life, pleasure, and death, because I know them to exist."




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