“My enemy, say you? Eh, monsieur, I have no enemies. I am in the service of the parliament, which orders me to fight General Lambert and Charles Stuart—its enemies, and not mine. I fight them. If the parliament, on the contrary, ordered me to unfurl my standards on the port of London, and to assemble my soldiers on the banks to receive Charles II.—”
“You would obey?” cried Athos, joyfully.
“Pardon me,” said Monk, smiling, “I was going on—I, a gray-headed man—in truth, how could I forget myself? was going to speak like a foolish young man.”
“Then you would not obey?” said Athos.
“I do not say that either, monsieur. The welfare of my country before everything. God, who has given me the power, has, no doubt, willed that I should have that power for the good of all, and He has given me, at the same time, discernment. If the parliament were to order such a thing, I should reflect.”
The brow of Athos became clouded. “Then I may positively say that your honor is not inclined to favor King Charles II.?”
“You continue to question me, monsieur le comte; allow me to do so in turn, if you please.”
“Do, monsieur; and may God inspire you with the idea of replying to me as frankly as I shall reply to you.”
“When you shall have taken this money back to your prince, what advice will you give him?”
Athos fixed upon Monk a proud and resolute look.