“Madame de Belleville will marry, sire.” “You are imposters!” cried Marie Touchet. “Send them away, sire.” “Dearest, the Ruggieri have my word as a gentleman,” replied the king, smiling. “Will madame have children?” he continued. “Yes, sire; and madame will live to be more than eighty years old.” “Shall I order them to be hanged?” said the king to his mistress. “But about my son, the Comte d’Auvergne?” he continued, going into the next room to fetch the child. “Why did you tell him I should marry?” said Marie to the two brothers, the moment they were alone. “Madame,” replied Lorenzo, with dignity, “the king bound us to tell the truth, and we have told it.” “_Is_ that true?” she exclaimed. “As true as it is that the governor of the city of Orleans is madly in love with you.” “But I do not love him,” she cried. “That is true, madame,” replied Lorenzo; “but your horoscope declares that you will marry the man who is in love with you at the present time.” “Can you not lie a little for my sake?” she said smiling; “for if the king believes your predictions--” “Is it not also necessary that he should believe our innocence?” interrupted Cosmo, with a wily glance at the young favorite. “The precautions taken against us by the king have made us think during the time we have spent in your charming jail that the occult sciences have been traduced to him.” “Do not feel uneasy,” replied Marie. “I know him; his suspicions are at an end.” “We are innocent,” said the grand-master of the Rosicrucians, proudly. “So much the better for you,” said Marie, “for your laboratory, and your retorts and phials are now being searched by order of the king.” The brothers looked at each other smiling. Marie Touchet took that smile for one of innocence, though it really signified: “Poor fools! can they suppose that if we brew poisons, we do not hide them?” “Where are the king’s searchers?” “In Rene’s laboratory,” replied Marie. Again the brothers glanced at each other with a look which said: “The hotel de Soissons is inviolable.” The king had so completely forgotten his suspicions that when, as he took his boy in his arms, Jacob gave him a note from Chapelain, he opened it with the certainty of finding in his physician’s report that nothing had been discovered in the laboratory but what related exclusively to alchemy. “Will he live a happy man?” asked the king, presenting his son to the two alchemists. “That is a question which concerns Cosmo,” replied Lorenzo, signing his brother. Cosmo took the tiny hand of the child, and examined it carefully.