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The sweetness of her soul is in her face in the very sound of her voice. I am a little too material to be so sublime in my sentiments as M. de Hausée, but I could be unusually faithful to that charming, beautiful creature. Isn't there a crease under my left arm? Hold the glass for me." Isidore held the glass while Castrillon, with knit brows, studied the back view of his coat.
"Then if they are quite willing that their daughter Clementine should marry Castrillon, surely he may play the Chevalier to my Marquise." "I don't think, Pensée," put in Sara, "that Castrillon is exactly tabooed. In fact, one meets him everywhere in Paris, and, beyond a doubt, the Fortinbrases and the Huxaters and the Kentons made a great fuss over him last season.
"If you are bent upon it," said he, "I will do everything in my power to see it through. I think you are quite right. Every one will say the same." The two left for Calais by the first boat that morning. Castrillon, and Isidore, and a young Frenchman, M. de Lamoignon, were on board also.
What is now to be done is to meet force with force." "An armed diplomacy is good," said d'Alchingen. "And also a scheme of alternatives," replied Mudara. "I confess I very much prefer working through Castrillon, if possible, than de Hausée. Disraeli has implicit faith in this de Hausée. It seems taken for granted that he is ascetic and intellectual.
The hereditary, easy-going forbearance, on the one hand, which found killing less tedious than a crude dismissal, and the hereditary guilty conscience, on the other, which had to recognise the justice of punishment, kept the connection rudely loyal. "I detest you," said Castrillon; "I hate the sight of you."
When the supper was served, His Excellency had no hesitation in leaving the rivals together so convinced was he that they would remain on good terms. "M. de Castrillon," said Orange, when the Prince had gone, "I cannot sit down at supper with you. We have to settle an old score." Castrillon bowed: "I am here to learn your wishes. I have heard from several sources that you wished to see me.
The custom was frequently abused, no doubt, yet the same could be said of all customs, and Orange, rightly or wrongly, held a conviction on the subject which no argument could affect. But, with a lover's unreasonableness, he had found the fight between Bodava and Castrillon an insult to the lady at stake.
"Stop!" exclaimed Castrillon, falling upon his feet at once; "that is from a woman. Why didn't you say so?" "It is from Madame Parflete," replied Isidore. "Impossible!" said Castrillon, snatching it from his hand; "impossible!" He read the letter, flushed to the roots of his hair, and kicked Isidore for the second time. "You beast!" said he; "where did you get this?
Understand, however, I do not give it to you in order to encourage you in your bad purpose, but that you may wear it with all reverence and respect, and perhaps be moved to obedience." Robert thanked him, accepting the gift in a right spirit. His self-will, however, was aroused. He had determined to fight Castrillon, and fight he would. Sara awoke that same morning with a foreboding heart.
"How charming! And what will you play?" "I play the Marquise in one of Marivaux's comedies." "And who will play the Marquis?" asked Sara. "There is no Marquis," answered Brigit, laughing a little. "But," she added, "there is a Chevalier and a Comte. One of Prince d'Alchingen's attachés will play the Comte. M. de Castrillon will play the part of the Chevalier."
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