"And what will this young girl gain by the marriage?"
"Monseigneur, though not rich, I have some fortune; she is poor; I have a name, and she has none. I would leave her my name and fortune; and with that intention I have already petitioned the king that my goods may not be confiscated, nor my name declared infamous. Were it known for what reason I ask this, it would doubtless be granted; if I die without making her my wife, she will be supposed to be my mistress, and will be dishonored, lost, and there will be no future for her. If, on the contrary, by your protection, or that of your friends (and that protection I earnestly implore), we are united, no one can reproach her—the blood which flows for a political offense does not disgrace a family—no shame will fall on my widow; and if she cannot be happy, she will at least be independent and respected. This is the favor which I have to ask, monseigneur; is it in your power to obtain it for me?"
The duke went to the door and struck three blows: Maison-Rouge appeared.
"Ask M. de Launay, from me," said the duke, "whether the young girl who is at the door in my carriage may come in? Her visit, as he knows, is authorized. You will have the kindness to conduct her here."
"What! monseigneur; Helene is here—at the door?"
"Were you not promised that she should come?"
"Yes; but seeing you alone, I lost all hope."
"I wished to see you first, thinking that you might have many things to say which you would not wish her to hear; for I know all."
"You know all! What do you mean?"
"I know that you were taken to the arsenal yesterday!"