ad it in my mind to embellish
my adventures, I could, doubtless, by the exercise of a little ingenuity
make it appear that I owed my escape from Father Antoine's meshes to
my own craft; and tell, in fine, as pretty a story of plots and
counterplots as M. de Brantome has ever woven. Having no desire,
however, to magnify myself and, at this time of day, scarcely any
reason, I am fain to confess that the reverse was the case; and that
while no man ever did less to free himself than I did, my adversary
retained his grasp to the end, and had surely, but for a strange
interposition, effected my ruin. How relief came, and from what quarter,
I might defy the most ingenious person, after reading my memoirs to this
point, to say; and this not so much by reason of any subtle device, as
because the hand of Providence was for once directly manifest.

The three days of grace which the priest had granted I passed in anxious
but futile search for some means of escape, every plan I conceived dying
stillborn, and not the least of my miseries lying in the fact that I
could discern no better course than still to sit and think, and seemed
doomed to perpetual inaction. M. de Rambouillet being a strict Catholic,
though in all other respects a patriotic man, I knew better than to have
recourse to him; and the priest's influence over M. d'Agen I had myself
witnessed. For similar reasons I rejected the idea of applying to the
king; and this exhausting the list of those on whom I had any claim, I
found myself thrown on my own resources, which seemed limited--my wits
failing me at this pinch--to my sword and Simon Fleix.

Assured that I must break out of Blois if I would save not myself only,
but others more precious because entrusted to my charge, I thought it no
disgrace to appeal to Simon; describing in a lively fashion the danger
which threatened us, and inciting the lad by every argument which I
thought likely to have weight with him to devise some way of escape.

Now is the time, my friend,' I said, 'to show your wits, and prove that
M. de Rosny, who said you had a cunning above the ordinary, was right.
If your brain can ever save your head, now is the time! For I tell you
plainly, if you cannot find some way to outmanoeuvre this villain before
to-morrow, I am spent. You can judge for yourself what chance you will
have of going free.'

I paused at that, waiting for him to make some suggestion. To my chagrin
he remained silent, leaning his