“Thou who wouldst deny the spirit of self-sacrifice,” answered Cinq-Mars; “dost thou understand that of my friend?”
“It does not exist; he follows you because—”
Here the Capuchin, slightly embarrassed, reflected an instant.
“Because—because—he has formed you; you are his work; he is attached to you by the self-love of an author. He was accustomed to lecture you; and he felt that he should not find another pupil so docile to listen to and applaud him. Constant habit has persuaded him that his life was bound to yours; it is something of that kind. He will accompany you mechanically. Besides, all is not yet finished; we shall see the end and the examination. He will certainly deny all knowledge of the conspiracy.”
“He will not deny it!” exclaimed Cinq-Mars, impetuously.
“He knew it, then? You confess it,” said Joseph, triumphantly; “you have not said as much before.”
“O Heaven, what have I done!” gasped Cinq-Mars, hiding his face.
“Calm yourself; he is saved, notwithstanding this avowal, if you accept my offer.”
D’Effiat remained silent for a short time.
The Capuchin continued: