The morning brought only fresh proofs of the kindness which M.de Rosny had conceived for me.Awaking early I found on a stool beside my clothes,a purse of gold containing a hundred crowns;and a youth presently entering to ask me if I lacked anything,Ihad at first some difficulty in recognising Simon Fleix,so sprucely was the lad dressed,in a mode resembling Maignan's.Ilooked at the student more than once before I addressed him by his name;and was as much surprised by the strange change Iobserved in him for it was not confined to his clothes--as by anything which had happened since I entered the house.I rubbed my eyes,and asked him what he had done with his soutane.
'Burned it,M.de Marsac,'he answered briefly.
I saw that he had burned much,metaphorically speaking,besides his soutane.He was less pale,less lank,less wobegone than formerly,and went more briskly.He had lost the air of crack-brained disorder which had distinguished him,and was smart,sedate,and stooped less.Only the odd sparkle remained in his eyes,and bore witness to the same nervous,eager spirit within.
'What are you going to do,then,Simon?'I asked,noting these changes curiously.
'I am a soldier,'he answered,'and follow M.de Marsac.'
I laughed.'You have chosen a poor service,I am afraid,'Isaid,beginning to rise;'and one,too,Simon,in which it is possible you may be killed.I thought that would not suit you,'
I continued,to see what he would say.But he answered nothing,and I looked at him in great surprise.'You have made up your mind,then,at last?'I said.
'Perfectly,'he answered.
'And solved all your doubts?'
'I have no doubts.'
'You are a Huguenot?'
'That is the only true and pure religion,'he replied gravely.
And with apparent sincerity and devotion he repeated Beza's Confession of Faith.
This filled me with profound astonishment,but I said no more at the time,though I had my doubts.I waited until I was alone with M.de Rosny,and then I unbosomed myself on the matter;expressing my surprise at the suddenness of the conversion,and at such a man,as I had found the student to be,stating his views so firmly and steadfastly,and with so little excitement.
Observing that M.de Rosny smiled but answered nothing,Iexplained myself farther.
'I am surprised,'I said,'because I have always heard it maintained that clerkly men,becoming lost in the mazes of theology,seldom find any sure footing;that not one in a hundred returns to his old faith,or finds grace to accept a new one.Iam speaking only of such,of course,as I believe this lad to be --eager,excitable brains,learning much,and without judgment to digest what they learn.'
'Of such I also believe it to be true,'M.de Rosny answered,still smiling.'But even on them a little influence,applied at the right moment,has much effect,M.de Marsac.'
'I allow that,'I said.'But my mother,of whom I have spoken to you,saw much of this youth.His fidelity to her was beyond praise.Yet her faith,though grounded on a rock,had no weight with him.'
M.de Rosny shook his head,still smiling.
'It is not our mothers who convert us,'he said.
'What!'I cried,my eyes opened.'Do you mean--do you mean that Mademoiselle has done this?'
'I fancy so,'he answered,nodding.'I think my lady cast her spell over him by the way.The lad left Blois with her,if what you say be true,without faith in the world.He came to my hands two days later the stoutest of Huguenots.It is not hard to read this riddle.'
'Such,conversions are seldom lasting,'I said.
He looked at me queerly;and,the smile still hovering about his lips,answered "Tush,man!Why so serious?Theodore Beza himself could not look dryer.The lad is in earnest,and there is no harm done.'
And,Heaven knows,I was in no mood to suspect harm;nor inclined just then to look at the dark side of things.It may be conceived how delightful it was to me to be received as an equal and honoured guest by a man,even then famous,and now so grown in reputation as to overshadow all Frenchmen save his master;how pleasant to enjoy the comforts and amiabilities of home,from which I had been long estranged;to pour my mother's story into Madame's ears and find comfort in her sympathy;to feel myself,in fine,once more a gentleman with an acknowledged place in the world.Our days we spent in hunting,or excursions of some kind,our evenings in long conversations,which impressed me with an ever-growing respect for my lord's powers.
For there seemed to be no end either to his knowledge of France,or to the plans for its development,which even then filled his brain,and have since turned wildernesses into fruitful lands,and squalid towns into great cities.Grave and formal,he could yet unbend;the most sagacious of counsellors,he was a soldier also,and loved the seclusion in which we lived the more that it was not devoid of danger;the neighbouring towns being devoted to the League,and the general disorder alone making it possible for him to lie unsuspected in his own house.
One thing only rendered my ease and comfort imperfect,and that was the attitude which Mademoiselle de la Vire assumed towards me.Of her gratitude in the first blush of the thing I felt no doubt,for not only had she thanked me very prettily,though with reserve,on the evening of my arrival,but the warmth of M.de Rosny's kindness left me no choice,save to believe that she had given him an exaggerated idea of my merits and services.I asked no more than this.Such good offices left me nothing to expect or desire;my age and ill-fortune placing me at so great a disadvantage that,far from dreaming of friendship or intimacy with her,I did not even assume the equality in our daily intercourse to which my birth,taken by itself,entitled me.
