"I followed you in this remote place, monsieur, that we might talk together without interruption, unembarrassed by any witness." Madame de Ferrier rose. I put her into her seat again with authority. "It is my wish, madame, to have at least one witness with Abbe Edgeworth and myself." "I hope," he protested, "that madame will believe there can be no objection to her presence. I am simply following instructions. I was instructed to deliver my message in private." "Monsieur," Eagle answered, "I would gladly withdraw to another room." "I forbid it, madame," I said to her. "Very well," yielded Abbe Edgeworth. He took a folded paper from his bosom, and spoke to me with startling sharpness. "You think I should address you as Monseigneur, as the dauphin of France should be addressed?" "I do not press my rights. If I did, monsieur the abbe, you would not have the right to sit in my presence." "Suppose we humor your fancy. I will address you as Monseigneur. Let us even go a little farther and assume that you are known to be the dauphin of France by witnesses who have never lost track of you. In that case, Monseigneur, would you put your name to a paper resigning all claim upon the throne?" "Is this your message?" "We have not yet come to the message." "Let us first come to the dauphin. When dauphins are as plentiful as blackberries in France and the court never sees a beggar appear without exclaiming: 'Here comes another dauphin!'--why, may I ask, is Abbe Edgeworth sent so far to seek one?" He smiled. "We are supposing that Monseigneur, in whose presence I have the honor to be, is the true dauphin." "That being the case, how are we to account for the true dauphin's reception at Mittau?" "The gross stupidity and many blunders of agents that the court was obliged to employ, need hardly be assumed." "Poor Bellenger! He has to take abuse from both sides in order that we may be polite to each other." "As Monseigneur suggests, we will not go into that matter." Eagle sat as erect as a statue and as white. I felt an instant's anxiety. Yet she had herself entirely at command. "We have now arrived at the paper, I trust," said the priest. "The message?" "Oh, no. The paper in which you resign all claim to the throne of France, and which may give you the price of a principality in this country." "I do not sign any such paper." "Not at all?" "Not at all." "You are determined to hold to your rights?" "I am determined not to part with my rights." "Inducements large enough might be offered." He paused suggestively. "The only man in France," I said, "empowered to treat for abdication of the throne at present, is Napoleon Bonaparte. Did you bring a message from him?" Abbe Edgeworth winced, but laughed. "Napoleon Bonaparte will not last. All Europe is against him. I see we have arrived at the message." He rose and handed me the paper he held in his hand. I rose and received it, and read it standing. It was one brief line:--