“Why?”
“The last person who will mount the scaffold in France with a confessor will be the King of France.” And Cagliostro pronounced these words in so thrilling a voice that every one was struck with horror.
All were silent.
Cagliostro raised to his lips the glass of water in which he had read these fearful prophecies, but scarcely had he touched it, when he set it down with a movement of disgust. He turned his eyes to M. de Taverney.
“Oh,” cried he, in terror, “do not tell me anything; I do not wish to know!”
“Well, then, I will ask instead of him,” said Richelieu.
“You, marshal, be happy; you are the only one of us all who will die in his bed.”
“Coffee, gentlemen, coffee,” cried the marshal, enchanted with the prediction. Every one rose.
But before passing into the drawing-room, Count Haga, approaching Cagliostro, said,—
“Tell me what to beware of.”