France -- History -- Louis XIV, 1643-1715 -- Fiction; Fronde -- Fiction
"If monsieur considers a clown unworthy to be his servant, monsieur has
but to say the word, and I will relieve him of my services," rejoined
Castorin, with his most majestic air.
Canolles was not in a patient mood, and if Castorin had possessed the
power to catch a glimpse even of the shadow of the storm that was
brewing in his master's mind, it is certain that, however anxious he
might have been to be free, he would have chosen another time to hazard
the suggestion. Canolles walked up to him, and took one of the buttons
of his doublet between his thumb and forefinger,--the familiar trick,
long afterwards, of a much greater man than poor Canolles ever was.
"Say that again," said he.
"I say," rejoined Castorin with unabated impudence, "that if monsieur
is not content with me I will relieve monsieur of my services."
Canolles let go the button, and went gravely to get his cane. Castorin
was not slow to grasp the meaning of that manœuvre.
"Monsieur," he cried, "beware what you do! I am no longer a common
valet; I am in the service of Madame la Princesse!"
"Oho!" said Canolles, lowering the cane which was already in the air;
"oho! you are in the service of Madame la Princesse?"
"Yes, monsieur, since half an hour ago."
"Who engaged you to take service with her?"
"Monsieur Pompée, her intendant."
"Monsieur Pompée?"
"Yes."
"Well! why didn't you tell me so at once?" cried Canolles. "Yes, yes,
my dear Castorin, you are quite right to leave my service, and here
are two pistoles to indemnify you for the blows I was on the point of
giving you."
"Oh!" ejaculated Castorin, not daring to take the money; "what does
that mean? Is monsieur making sport of me?"
"Not so. On the contrary I bid you by all means be Madame la
Princesse's servant. When is your service to begin, by the way?"
"From the moment that monsieur gives me my liberty."
"Very well; I give you your liberty from to-morrow morning."
"And until then?"
"Until to-morrow morning you are my servant and must obey me."
"Willingly! What are monsieur's orders?" said Castorin, deciding to
take the two pistoles.
"I order you, as you are so desirous to sleep, to undress and get into
my bed."
"What? what is monsieur's meaning? I do not understand,"
"You don't need to understand, but simply to obey. Undress at once; I
will assist you."
"Monsieur will assist me?"
"To be sure; as you are to play the part of the Baron de Canolles, I
must needs play the part of Castorin."
Thereupon, without awaiting his servant's leave, the baron removed his
doublet and hat and put them on himself, and locking the door upon him
before he had recovered from his surprise, ran rapidly downstairs.
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