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I always feel that Master Leoni could kill anyone just as he pleased." "Of course you believe in magic?" said Carrbroke. "I don't know. I suppose I do," replied Denis. "I do," said Carrbroke; "and your friend seems so different from other men. Look at his eye." "Oh, I never do if I can help it," said Denis. "You've noticed it, then?" "Noticed it?" cried Carrbroke. "Who could help it?
There, what can you see?" continued the lad, as Denis obeyed, finding the abundant folds give way easily, so that he could peer right beyond. "Nothing at all; it is quite dark." "Come away," said Carrbroke quickly. "That's right," he continued, and then quickly taking Denis's place he quite disappeared.
Who knows but, as she has favoured us so far, fate may place in our hands the fruit that is ripe to pluck?" "I wish they'd pluck it or leave it alone," said Denis to himself. "I hate the whole business. It is very pleasant being here, and Carrbroke makes himself quite like a brother, though I can't help laughing at him sometimes when he speaks such bad French; but that doesn't matter.
It was towards the evening of the day succeeding the events of the last chapter, when Denis caught sight from one of the windows of the King's gallery of Carrbroke walking in the gardens below, looking moody and strange, while all at once, as if conscious that he was being watched, he glanced up at the window and caught sight of Denis looking out ready to wave his hand.
For Ned Carrbroke had always something fresh to propose in the way of horsemanship, and often enough invited his French companion to sword-play, which was readily accepted; and to Carrbroke's wonder and delight Leoni would come to look on, and at Denis's request advise them upon questions dealing with offence and defence, and proper conduct of the rapier both in French and Italian schools.
At this moment the King was passing along the centre of the gallery devoted to the priceless treasures of his collection, to which Carrbroke had so proudly directed the young French visitor's attention, when his foot came suddenly in contact with something which he sent flying along the polished oaken boards, the object making a musical metallic sound.
"In the tall, square-turreted cabinet three parts of the way down the long corridor by the King's private apartments." "Ah, I have not been there, and dared not raise suspicion by asking permission to go. Are you sure?" "Carrbroke has as good as told me it was there. He spoke of a charm with fateful powers of its own, and that the King held gems as sacred relics." "Ah!" ejaculated Leoni softly.
He challenged, fully believing that it was Henry and the chamberlain, and started violently on finding out his mistake, for it was Francis, who cried angrily: "Who are you?" "Carrbroke, M. le Comte. This is the way to his Majesty's private apartments. You cannot pass here." In an instant Leoni had glided alongside, to lay his hand softly on the youth's arm.
The order was obeyed, the chamberlain cautiously listening, before going down upon one knee to raise the tapestry a few inches from the floor and make sure that Carrbroke was the only occupant of the great gallery, then creeping quickly out, holding the hangings upward for the King to pass, and securing the door.
"I learned it from Saint Simon, for he saw it on the boat." "Saw the ruby in the boat?" cried Carrbroke. "Why, how did it get there?" Denis was silent for a moment or two, and then whispered something, with a peculiar smile upon his lips as he placed them near his companion's ear. "What!" cried Carrbroke, starting back and staring in wonderment at his companion. "He hid it there?
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