"Well," said the Emperor, "it is promised."Rouletabille was not able to restrain a joyous movement hardly in keeping.
"You can ring now, Sire."
And the Tsar rang.
The reporter passed into a little salon, where he found the Marshal, Koupriane and Matrena Petrovna, who was "in a state."She threw a suspicious glance at Rouletabille, who was not treated this morning as the dear little domovoi-doukh.She permitted herself to be conducted, already trembling, before the Emperor.
"What happened?" asked Koupriane agitatedly.
"It so happened, my dear Monsieur Koupriane, that I have the pardon of the Emperor for all the crimes you have charged against me, and that I wish to shake hands before I go, without any rancor.Monsieur Koupriane, the Emperor will tell you himself that General Trebassof is saved, and that his life will never be in danger any more.Do you know what follows? It follows that you must at once set Matiew free, whom I have taken, if you remember, under my protection.Tell him that he is going to make his way in France.I will find him a place on condition that he forgets certain lashes.""Such a promise! Such an attitude toward me!" cried Koupriane.
"But I will wait for the Emperor to tell me all these fine things.
And your Natacha, what do you do with her?""We release her also, monsieur.Natacha never has been the monster that you think.""How can you say that? Someone at least is guilty.""There are two guilty.The first, Monsieur le Marechal.""What!" cried the Marshal.
"Monsieur le Marechal, who had the imprudence to bring such dangerous grapes to the datcha des Iles, and - and -""And the other?" asked Koupriane, more and more anxiously.
"Listen there," said Rouletabille, pointing toward the Emperor's cabinet.
The sound of tears and sobs reached them.The grief and the remorse of Matrena Petrovna passed the walls of the cabinet.Koupriane was completely disconcerted.
Suddenly the Emperor appeared.He was in a state of exaltation such as had never been known in him.Koupriane, dismayed, drew back.
"Monsieur," said the Tsar to him, "I require that Natacha Feodorovna be here within the next two hours, and that she be conducted with the honors due to her rank.Natacha is innocent, and we must make reparation to her."Then, turning toward Rouletabille:
"I have learned what she knows and what she owes to you - we owe to you, my young friend."The Tsar said "my young friend." Rouletabille, at this last moment before his departure, spoke Russian?
"Then she knows nothing, Sire.That is better, Sire, because Your Majesty and me, we must forget right from to-day that we know anything.""You are right," said the Tsar thoughtfully."But, my friend, what am I to do for you?""Sire, one favor.Do not let me miss the train at 10:55."And he threw himself on his knees.
