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As for Monsieur d'Halluys, he was not under the governor's direct jurisdiction, and was simply ordered to stay in his room. The officers and civilians respected the governor's command, and no outsider gathered a word of information from them. The officers, talking among themselves, secretly admired the poet's pluck.
De Maisonneuve would have stood by me in the matter. So you see that you have blundered in the worst possible manner." "And the Vicomte d'Halluys?" "If D'Hérouville dies, the vicomte shall return to France in irons." "Monsieur," with a sign of heat, "there are some insults which can not be treated with contempt.
Promise, Madame, promise; for I shall do as I say. Will you enjoy the dungeon? I think not. Do not doubt that there is an element of greatness in this heart of mine. With you as my wife I shall become great; D'Halluys will be a name to live among those of the great captains." Madame locked her hands, her fingers twisting and untwisting . . . To gain possession of that paper!
The Vicomte d'Halluys adjusted his baldric and entered the great dining-hall of the Château Saint Louis. He and D'Hérouville sat side by side. "Vicomte, you have never told me why the Chevalier is here. Why should he leave France, he, who possessed a fortune, who had Mazarin's favor, and who had all the ladies at his feet?"
I was never his friend." "So much the more doubt upon your honesty;" and she moved as if to pass. "Madame, D'Halluys told me this morning that he is determined that you shall be his wife." "The vicomte's confidence is altogether too large." She laughed, and made another ineffectual attempt to pass. "Monsieur, you are detaining me." "That is correct. I have much to say to you.
It was the face of a man who, had he curbed his desires and walked with circumspection, would have known enduring greatness as a captain, as an explorer, as a theologian. Not a contour of the face hut expressed force, courage, daring, immobility of purpose. "Hurrah, Chevalier!" he cried; "the bowl will soon be empty." "The Vicomte d'Halluys?" murmured Victor.
"Paper or papers, it matters not; I was speaking only in a general way." "Do you recall that when I touched that cloak it gave forth a crackling sound as of paper?" "It was paper," said the count impatiently. What was this man D'Halluys driving at? "Well, as I said;" and the vicomte twisted the ends of his mustache and gnawed it between his teeth. "There is a ghost upon this ship.
Some piece of gallantry, no doubt, which ended in a duel. He and his father are at odds. They seldom speak. The Chevalier, having money, drinks and gambles. The Vicomte d'Halluys won a thousand livres from him last night in the private assembly." "Wild blood," said Bouchard, draining his tankard. "France has too much of it. Wine and dicing and women: fine snares the devil sets with these.
Major du Puys signified that he desired to speak in private to Messieurs d'Hérouville, d'Halluys, and du Cévennes; and they wonderingly followed him into the inclosure. "Messieurs," began the major, "there must he no private quarrels here. Men found with drawn swords shall be shot the following morning without the benefit of court-martial." "Monsieur!" exclaimed D'Hérouville.
"The Vicomte d'Halluys sleeps in it, lad. It is his shroud." And not another word spoke the Chevalier to Breton that night. He sat before the bright chimney: old scenes, old scenes, with the gay poet moving blithely among them. Madame had heard the vicomte's insults, but now there was nothing to explain to her. What should he do with his useless life?
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