“If he persists—” His Eminence made a pause, and resumed: “If he persists—well, then I shall hope for one of those events which change the destinies of states.” “If your Eminence would quote to me some one of these events in history,” said Milady, “perhaps I should partake of your confidence as to the future.” “Well, here, for example,” said Richelieu: “when, in 1610, for a cause similar to that which moves the duke, King Henry IV., of glorious memory, was about, at the same time, to invade Flanders and Italy, in order to attack Austria on both sides. Well, did there not happen an event which saved Austria? Why should not the king of France have the same chance as the emperor?” “Your Eminence means, I presume, the knife stab in the Rue de la Feronnerie?” “Precisely,” said the cardinal. “Does not your Eminence fear that the punishment inflicted upon Ravaillac may deter anyone who might entertain the idea of imitating him?” “There will be, in all times and in all countries, particularly if religious divisions exist in those countries, fanatics who ask nothing better than to become martyrs. Ay, and observe—it just occurs to me that the Puritans are furious against Buckingham, and their preachers designate him as the Antichrist.” “Well?” said Milady. “Well,” continued the cardinal, in an indifferent tone, “the only thing to be sought for at this moment is some woman, handsome, young, and clever, who has cause of quarrel with the duke. The duke has had many affairs of gallantry; and if he has fostered his amours by promises of eternal constancy, he must likewise have sown the seeds of hatred by his eternal infidelities.” “No doubt,” said Milady, coolly, “such a woman may be found.” “Well, such a woman, who would place the knife of Jacques Clément or of Ravaillac in the hands of a fanatic, would save France.” “Yes; but she would then be the accomplice of an assassination.” “Were the accomplices of Ravaillac or of Jacques Clément ever known?” “No; for perhaps they were too high-placed for anyone to dare look for them where they were. The Palace of Justice would not be burned down for everybody, monseigneur.” “You think, then, that the fire at the Palace of Justice was not caused by chance?” asked Richelieu, in the tone with which he would have put a question of no importance. “I, monseigneur?” replied Milady. “I think nothing; I quote a fact, that is all. Only I say that if I were named Madame de Montpensier, or the Queen Marie de Médicis, I should use less precautions than I take, being simply called Milady Clarik.” “That is just,” said Richelieu. “What do you require, then?” “I require an order which would ratify beforehand all that I should think proper to do for the greatest good of France.” “But in the first place, this woman I have described must be found who is desirous of avenging herself upon the duke.” “She is found,” said Milady.