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The Regent's Daughter
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"Well," said Dubois, when Tapin had made his report, "you have found the real Captain la Jonquiere, then?"
"Yes, monseigneur."
"Is he called La Jonquiere?"
"Yes, monseigneur."
"L-a, la; J-o-n, jon; q-u-i-e-r-e, quiere?" continued he, spelling the word.
"La Jonquiere," repeated Tapin.
"A captain."
"Yes, monseigneur."
"What is he doing?"
"Waiting and drinking."
"That must be he," said Dubois; "and does he pay?"
He evidently attached great importance to the question.
"Very well, monsieur."
"A la bonne heure, Tapin. You have some sense."
"Monseigneur," said Tapin, modestly, "you flatter me; it is quite clear, if he had not paid he could not have been a dangerous man."
Dubois gave him ten louis as a reward, gave him some further orders, and set out at once to go to the Rue des Bourdonnais.
Let us say a word regarding the interior of the hotel. It was partly hotel, partly public house; the dwelling rooms were on the first-floor, and the tavern rooms on the ground-floor.
The principal of these, the common room, had four oak tables, and a quantity of red and white curtains; some benches along the walls, some glasses on a sideboard, some handsomely framed pictures, all blackened and rendered nauseous by smoke, completed the tout ensemble of this room, in which sat a fat man, with a red face, thirty-five or forty years old, and a little pale girl of twelve or fourteen.
This was the landlord and his only daughter and heiress.
A servant was cooking a ragout in the kitchen.
As the clock struck one, a French guard entered, and stopping at the threshold, murmured, "Rue des Bourdonnais, Muids d'Amour, in the common room, to sit at the table on the left, and wait."
Then, in accordance with this, the worthy defender of his country, whistling a tune and twirling his mustache, seated himself at the place indicated.
Scarcely had he had time to seat himself and strike his fist on the table, which, in the language of all taverns, means "Some wine," than a second guard, dressed exactly like the first, appeared at the door, murmured some words, and, after a little hesitation, seated himself by the other.
The two soldiers looked at each other, and both exclaimed:
"Ah!" which in all languages means surprise.
"It is you, Grippart," said one.
"It is you, L'Eulevant," said the other.
"What are you doing in this tavern?"
"And you?"
"I do not know."
"Nor I."
"You come here, then?"
"Under orders."
"That is my case."
"And you are waiting?"
"For a man who is coming."
"With a watchword?"
"And on this watchword?"
"I am to obey as though it were Tapin himself."
"Just so; and, in the mean time, I have a pistole for drink."
"I have a pistole also, but I was not told to drink."
"And it being doubtful?"
"In doubt, as the sage says, I do not abstain."
"In that case, let us drink."
And he raised his hand to call the landlord, but it was not necessary, for he was standing near, expecting orders.
"Some wine," cried the two guards.
"Orleans," added one; "I like that."
The landlord brought an inclosed bottle.
The two drinkers filled their glasses, emptied them, and then placed them on the table, each with a different grimace, but both intended to express the same opinion.
When the host was gone, one said to the other:
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