Twenty Years Later by Dumas, Alexandre. Part one

attentively than he had done at first. The messenger was

unmoved.

“Devil take these Puritans,” said Mazarin aside; “they are

carved from granite.” Then he added aloud, “But you have

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relations left you?”

“I have one remaining. Three times I presented myself to ask

his support and three times he ordered his servants to turn

me away.”

“Oh, mon Dieu! my dear Mr. Mordaunt,” said Mazarin, hoping

by a display of affected pity to catch the young man in a

snare, “how extremely your history interests me! You know

not, then, anything of your birth — you have never seen

your mother?”

“Yes, my lord; she came three times, whilst I was a child,

to my nurse’s house; I remember the last time she came as

well as if it were to-day.”

“You have a good memory,” said Mazarin.

“Oh! yes, my lord,” said the young man, with such peculiar

emphasis that the cardinal felt a shudder run through every

vein.

“And who brought you up?” he asked again.

“A French nurse, who sent me away when I was five years old

because no one paid her for me, telling me the name of a

relation of whom she had heard my mother often speak.”

“What became of you?”

“As I was weeping and begging on the high road, a minister

from Kingston took me in, instructed me in the Calvinistic

faith, taught me all he knew himself and aided me in my

researches after my family.”

“And these researches?”

“Were fruitless; chance did everything.”

“You discovered what had become of your mother?”

“I learned that she had been assassinated by my relation,

aided by four friends, but I was already aware that I had

been robbed of my wealth and degraded from my nobility by

King Charles I.”

“Oh! I now understand why you are in the service of

Cromwell; you hate the king.”

“Yes, my lord, I hate him!” said the young man.

Mazarin marked with surprise the diabolical expression with

which the young man uttered these words. Just as,

ordinarily, faces are colored by blood, his face seemed dyed

by hatred and became livid.

“Your history is a terrible one, Mr. Mordaunt, and touches

me keenly; but happily for you, you serve an all-powerful

master; he ought to aid you in your search; we have so many

means of gaining information.”

“My lord, to a well-bred dog it is only necessary to show

one end of a track; he is certain to reach the other.”

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“But this relation you mentioned — do you wish me to speak

to him?” said Mazarin, who was anxious to make a friend

about Cromwell’s person.

“Thanks, my lord, I will speak to him myself. He will treat

me better the next time I see him.”

“You have the means, then, of touching him?”

“I have the means of making myself feared.”

Mazarin looked at the young man, but at the fire which shot

from his glance he bent his head; then, embarrassed how to

continue such a conversation, he opened Cromwell’s letter.

The young man’s eyes gradually resumed their dull and glassy

appearance and he fell into a profound reverie. After

reading the first lines of the letter Mazarin gave a side

glance at him to see if he was watching the expression of

his face as he read. Observing his indifference, he shrugged

his shoulders, saying:

“Send on your business those who do theirs at the same time!

Let us see what this letter contains.”

We here present the letter verbatim:

“To his Eminence, Monseigneur le Cardinal Mazarini:

“I have wished, monseigneur, to learn your intentions

relating to the existing state of affairs in England. The

two kingdoms are so near that France must be interested in

our situation, as we are interested in that of France. The

English are almost of one mind in contending against the

tyranny of Charles and his adherents. Placed by popular

confidence at the head of that movement, I can appreciate

better than any other its significance and its probable

results. I am at present in the midst of war, and am about

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