smile, "come in, baron, and tell the duke all you know — the latest news of M. de Bonaparte; do not conceal anything, however serious, — let us see, the island of Elba is a volcano, and we may expect to have issuing thence flaming and bristling war — bella, hiorrida bella."
M. Dandré leaned very respectfully on the back of a chair with his two hands, and said:
"Has your majesty perused yesterday's report?"
"Yes, yes; but tell the count himself, who cannot find anything, what the report contains — give him the particulars of what the usurper is doing in his islet."
"Monsieur," said the baron to the count," all the servants of his majesty must approve of the latest intelligence which we have from the island of Elba. Bonaparte———"
M. Dandré looked at Louis XVIII., who, employed in writing a note, did not even raise his head. "Bonaparte," continued the baron, "is mortally wearied, and passes whole days in watching his miners at work at Porto Longone."
"And scratches himself for amusement," added the king.
"Scratches himself?" inquired the count; "what does your majesty mean?"
"Yes, indeed, my dear count. Did you forget that this great man, this hero, this demi-god, is attacked with a malady of the skin which worries him to death, prurigo?"
"And, moreover, M. le Comte," continued the minister of police, "we are almost assured that, in a very short time, the usurper will be insane."
"Insane?"
"Insane to a degree; his head becomes weaker. Sometimes he weeps bitterly, sometimes laughs boisterously; at other times he passes hours on the sea-shore, flinging stones in the water, and when the flint makes 'duck-and-drake' five or six times, he appears as delighted as if he had gained another Marengo or Austerlitz. Now, you must agree these are indubitable symptoms of weakness?"
"Or of wisdom, M. le Baron — or of wisdom," said Louis XVIII., laughing; "the greatest captains of antiquity recreated themselves with casting pebbles into the ocean — see Plutarch's life of Scipio Africanus."
M. de Blacas pondered deeply on this blind repose of monarch and minister. Villefort, who did not choose to reveal the whole secret, lest another should reap all the benefit of the disclosure, had yet communicated enough to cause him the greatest uneasiness.
"Well, well, Dandré," said Louis XVIII., "Blacas is not yet convinced; let us proceed, therefore, to the usurper's conversion."
The minister of police bowed.
