Very well；' said he； ‘go and attend to your affairs； since you seem to be in a hurry； but e back in half an hour。' ‘In half an hour？' ‘Yes； have you breakfasted？' ‘Faith； no。' ‘Well； here is a pate that will be ready for you； with a bottle of old Burgundy。' So； you see； my lord； since I am hungry； I would； with your highness's leave 〃 And La Ramee bent low。
〃Go； then； animal；〃 said the duke； 〃but remember； I only allow you half an hour。〃
〃May I promise your custom to the successor of Father Marteau； my lord？〃
〃Yes； if he does not put mushrooms in his pies； thou knowest that mushrooms from the wood of Vincennes are fatal to my family。〃
La Ramee went out； but in five minutes one of the officers of the guard entered in pliance with the strict orders of the cardinal that the prisoner should never be left alone a moment。
But during these five minutes the duke had had time to read again the note from Madame de Montbazon； which proved to the prisoner that his friends were concerting plans for his deliverance； but in what way he knew not。
But his confidence in Grimaud； whose petty persecutions he now perceived were only a blind； increased； and he conceived the highest opinion of his intellect and resolved to trust entirely to his guidance。
In which the Contents of the Pates made by the Successor of Father Marteau are described
In half an hour La Ramee returned； full of glee； like most men who have eaten； and more especially drank to their heart's content。 The pates were excellent； the wine delicious。
The weather was fine and the game at tennis took place in the open air。
At two o'clock the tennis balls began； according to Grimaud's directions； to take the direction of the moat； much to the joy of La Ramee； who marked fifteen whenever the duke sent a ball into the moat； and very soon balls were wanting； so many had gone over。 La Ramee then proposed to send some one to pick them up； but the duke remarked that it would be losing time； and going near the rampart himself and looking over； he saw a man working in one of the numerous little gardens cleared out by the peasants on the opposite side of the moat。
〃Hey； friend！〃 cried the duke。
The man raised his head and the duke was about to utter a cry of surprise。 The peasant； the gardener； was Rochefort； whom he believed to be in the Bastile。
〃Well？ Who's up there？〃 said the man。
〃Be so good as to collect and throw us back our balls；〃 said the duke。
The gardener nodded and began to fling up the balls； which were picked up by La Ramee and the guard。 One； however； fell at the duke's feet； and seeing that it was intended for him； he put it into his pocket。
La Ramee was in ecstasies at having beaten a prince of the blood。
The duke went indoors and retired to bed； where he spent； indeed； the greater part of every day； as they had taken his books away。 La Ramee carried off all his clothes； in order to be certain that the duke would not stir。 However； the duke contrived to hide the ball under his bolster and as soon as the door was closed he tore off the cover of the ball with his teeth and found underneath the following letter：
My Lord； Your friends are watching over you and the hour of your deliverance is at hand。 Ask day after to…morrow to have a pie supplied you by the new confectioner opposite the castle； and who is no other than Noirmont； your former maitre d'hotel。 Do not open the pie till you are alone。 I hope you will be satisfied with its contents。
〃Your highness's most devoted servant；
〃In the Bastile； as elsewhere；
〃te de Rochefort。
The duke； who had latterly been allowed a fire； burned the letter； but kept the ball； and went to bed； hiding the ball under his bolster。 La Ramee entered； he smiled kindly on the prisoner； for he was an excellent man and had taken a great liking for the captive prince。 He endeavored to cheer him up in his solitude。
〃Ah； my friend！〃 cried the duke； 〃you are so good； if I could but do as you do； and eat pates and drink Burgundy at the house of Father Marteau's successor。〃
〃'Tis true； my lord；〃 answered La Ramee； 〃that his pates are famous and his wine magnificent。〃
〃In any case；〃 said the duke； 〃his cellar and kitchen might easily excel those of Monsieur de Chavigny。〃
〃Well； my lord；〃 said La Ramee； falling into the trap； 〃what is there to prevent your trying them？ Besides； I have promised him your patronage。〃
〃You are right；〃 said the duke。 〃If I am to remain here permanently； as Monsieur Mazarin has kindly given me to understand； I must provide myself with a diversion for my old age； I must turn gourmand。〃
〃My lord；〃 said La Ramee； 〃if you will take a bit of good advice； don't put that off till you are old。〃
〃Good！〃 said the Duc de Beaufort to himself； 〃every man in order that he may lose his heart and soul； must receive from celestial bounty one of the seven capital sins； perhaps two； it seems that Master La Ramee's is gluttony。 Let us then take advantage of it。〃 Then； aloud：
〃Well； my dear La Ramee！ the day after to…morrow is a holiday。〃
〃Yes； my lord Pentecost。〃
〃Will you give me a lesson the day after to…morrow？〃
〃In what？〃
〃In gastronomy？〃
〃Willingly； my lord。〃
〃But tete…a…tete。 Send the guards to take their meal in the canteen of Monsieur de Chavigny； we'll have a supper here under your direction。〃
〃Hum！〃 said La Ramee。
The proposal was seductive； but La Ramee was an old stager； acquainted with all the traps a prisoner was likely to set。 Monsieur de Beaufort had said that he had forty ways of getting out of prison。 Did this proposed breakfast cover some stratagem？ He reflected； but he remembered that he himself would have charge of the food and the wine and therefore that no powder could be mixed with the food； no drug with the wine。 As to getting him drunk； the duke couldn't hope to do that； and he laughed at the mere thought of it。 Then an idea came to him which harmonized everything。
The duke had followed with anxiety La Ramee's unspoken soliloquy； reading it from point to point upon his face。 But presently the exempt's face suddenly brightened。
〃Well；〃 he asked； 〃that will do； will it not？〃
〃Yes； my lord； on one condition。〃
〃What？〃
〃That Grimaud shall wait on us at table。〃
Nothing could be more agreeable to the duke； however； he had presence of mind enough to exclaim：
〃To the devil with your Grimaud！ He will spoil the feast。〃
〃I will direct him to stand behind your chair； and since he doesn't speak； your highness will neither see nor hear him and with a little effort can imagine him a hundred miles away。〃
〃Do you know； my friend； I find one thing very evident in all this； you distrust me。〃
〃My lord； the day after to…morrow is Pentecost。〃
〃Well； what is Pentecost to me？ Are you afraid that the Holy Spirit will e as a tongue of fire to open the doors of my prison？〃
〃No； my lord； but I have already told you what that damned magician predicted。〃
〃And what was it？〃
〃That the day of Pentecost would not pass without your highness being out of Vincennes。〃
〃You believe in sorcerers； then； you fool？〃
〃I …I mind them no more than that 〃 and he snapped his fingers； 〃but it is my Lord Giulio who cares about them； as an Italian he is superstitious。〃
The duke shrugged his shoulders。
〃Well； then；〃 with well acted good…humor； 〃I allow Grimaud； but no one else； you must manage it all。 Order whatever you like for supper the only thing I specify is one of those pies； and tell the confectioner that I will promise him my custom if he excels this time in his pies not only now； but when I leave my prison。〃
〃Then you think you will some day leave it？〃 said La Ramee。
〃The devil！〃 replied the prince； 〃surely； at the death of Mazarin。 I am fifteen years younger than he is。 At Vincennes； 'tis true； one lives faster 〃
〃My lord；〃 replied La Ramee； 〃my lord 〃
〃Or dies sooner； for it es to the same thing。〃
La Ramee was going out。 He stopped； however； at the door for an instant。
〃Whom does your highness wish me to send to you？〃
〃Any one； except Grimaud。〃
〃The officer of the guard； then； with his chessboard？〃
〃Yes。〃
Five minutes afterward the officer entered and the duke seemed to be immersed in the sublime binations of chess。
A strange thing is the mind； and it is wonderful what revolutions may be wrought in it by a sign； a word； a hope。 The duke had been five years in prison； and now to him； looking back upon them； those five years； which had passed so slowly； seemed not so long a time as were the two days； the forty…eight hours； which still parted him from the time fixed for his escape。 Besides； there was one thing that engaged his most anxious thought in what way was the escape to be effected？ They had told him to hope for it； but had not told him what was to be hidden in the mysterious pate。 And what friends awaited him without？ He had friends； then； after five years in prison？ If that were so he was indeed a highly favored prince。 He forgot that besides his friends of his own sex； a woman； strange to say； had remembered him。 It is true that she had not； perhaps； been scupulously faithful to him； but she had remembered him； that was something。
So the duke had more than enough to think about； accordingly he fared at chess as he had fared at tennis； he made blunder upon blunder and the officer with whom he played found him easy game。
But his successive defeats did service to the duke in one way they killed time for him till eight o'clock in the evening； then would e night； and with night； sleep。 So； at least； the duke believed； but sleep is a capricious fairy； and it is precisely when one invokes her presence that she is most likely to keep him waiting。 The duke waited until midnight； turning on his mattress like St。 Laurence on his gridiron。 Finally he slept。
But at daybreak he awoke。 Wild dreams had disturbed his repose。 He dreamed that he was endowed with wings he wished to fly away。 For a time these wings supported him； but when he reached a certain height this new aid failed him。 His wings were broken and he seemed to sink into a bottomless abyss； whence he awoke； bathed in perspiration and nearly as much overe as if he had really fallen。 He fell asleep again and another vision appeared。 He was in a subterranean passage by which he was to leave Vincennes。 Grimaud was walking before him with a lantern。 By degrees the passage narrowed； yet the duke continued his course。 At last it became so narrow that the fugitive tried in vain to proceed。 The sides of the walls seem to close in； even to press against him。 He made fruitless efforts to go on； it was impossible。 Nevertheless； he still saw Grimaud with his lantern in front； advancing。 He wished to call out to him but could not utter a word。 Then at the other extremity he heard the footsteps of those who were pursuing him。 These steps came on； came fast。 He was discovered； all hope of flight was gone。 Still the walls seemed to be closing on him； they appeared to be in concert with his enemies。 At last he heard the voice of La Ramee。 La Ramee took his hand and laughed aloud。 He was captured agai