He had told his story insolently--almost derisively--and
Mazarin's fury, driven beyond bounds already by what he had heard, became a
very tempest of passion 'neath the lash of Canaples's impertinences. And,
naturally enough, that tempest had burst upon the only head available--
Eug?ne de Canaples's--and the Cardinal had answered his jibes with interest
by calling upon Montr?sor to arrest the fellow and bear him to the
Bastille.
When the astonished and sobered Canaples had indignantly asked upon what
charge he was being robbed of his liberty, the Cardinal had laughed at him,
and answered with his never-failing axiom that "He who sings, pays."
"You sang lustily enough just now," his Eminence had added, "and you shall
pay by lodging awhile in an oubliette of the Bastille, where you may lift
up your voice to sing the De profundis."
"Was my name not mentioned?" I anxiously inquired when Montr?sor had
finished.
"Not once. You may depend that I should have remarked it. After I had
taken Canaples away, the Cardinal, I am told, sat down, and, still
trembling with rage, wrote a letter which he straightway dispatched to the
Chevalier Armand de Canaples, at Blois.
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