Give
me your entire confidence, your unlimited confidence, and you shall
have a grandson."
"If I obtain a grandson by any sorcery whatever, I shall have you
ennobled. Yes, difficult as it may be, I'll make an old rascal into a
man of honor; you shall be Baron de Forcalier. Employ your magic,
white or black, appeal to your witches' sabbath or the novenas of the
Church; what care I how 'tis done, provided my line male continues?"
"I know," said Beauvouloir, "a whole chapter of sorcerers capable of
destroying your hopes; they are none other than _yourself_, monseigneur.
I know you. To-day you want male lineage at any price; to-morrow you
will seek to have it on your own conditions; you will torment your
son."
"God preserve me from it!"
"Well, then, go away from here; go to court, where the death of the
marechal and the emancipation of the king must have turned everything
topsy turvy, and where you certainly have business, if only to obtain
the marshal's baton which was promised to you. Leave Monseigneur
Etienne to me. But give me your word of honor as a gentleman to
approve whatever I may do for him.
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