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The Vicomte d'Halluys rose and came over to the table. "Do I understand you to say that the Chevalier is to sign for Quebec?" His tone possessed a disagreeable quality. He was always insolent in the presence of churchmen. "Yes, Monsieur," said Du Puys. "You were with him to-night. Perhaps you can explain the Chevalier's extraordinary conduct?
"The Vicomte d'Halluys against the Comte d'Hérouville, and Monsieur de Saumaise against De Leviston. D'Hérouville and De Leviston are both in hospital." "D'Hérouville? What had he to do with the affair?" "He laughed," said the governor; "he laughed when De Leviston accused your son of not knowing who his mother was." "Thank you, Monsieur. I see that you are in great puzzle.
She drew in deep breaths of briny air. "Gabrielle, you are a mystery to me. Four years out of convent, and not a lover; I mean one upon whom you might bestow love. And that handsome Vicomte d'Halluys?" "Pouf! I would not throw him yesterday's rose." "And Monsieur de Saumaise?" "Well, yes; he is a gallant fellow. And I fear that I have brought trouble into his household. But love him?
From behind a clumb of hazel the vicomte came forth, a sword in his hand. It was the tone, not the words, which enveloped madame's heart in a film of ice. One way or the other, it did not matter, she was lost. "Guard the Chevalier, men!" cried D'Hérouville, wheeling. "We shall wipe out all bad debts while we are at it. D'Halluys, look to yourself!"
Monsieur le Chevalier du Cévennes, son of the Marquis de Périgny, wishes to sign for Quebec." The Vicomte d'Halluys lifted his head from his arms. But none took notice of him. "What!" cried Brother Jacques. "That fop? . . . in Quebec?" "It is as I have the honor of telling you," said Du Puys. "There is something going on. We shall soon learn what it is."
I think not." It was the Vicomte d'Halluys; and when, shortly after this soliloquy, Montaigne came in, he saw that the vicomte was smiling and stabbing with the tip of his finger some black ash which sifted about on the table. "Well, Gabrielle," said Anne, curiously, "what do you propose to do?"
"Very well, Monsieur." The vicomte went to the door of the private assembly and knocked boldly. Victor answered the summons. "D'Halluys?" cried Victor, stepping back. "Yes, Monsieur. Pardon the intrusion, but I have something to say to Monsieur le Chevalier."
Besides, Brother Jacques had set himself to watch the Comte d'Hérouville and the Vicomte d'Halluys, and this was far more important to him than the condition of the poet's temperament. D'Hérouville mingled with the great seigneurs, and, backed by his reputation as a famous swordsman, did about as he pleased.
"Paul, there is another gentleman bound for Spain. We shall have company." "What? The astute vicomte, that diplomat?" "Even so. The Vicomte d'Halluys, wit, duelist, devil-may-care, spendthrift. Ho, Vicomte!" the poet called. "Saumaise?" cried the man at the door, coming forward. "Go in, Paul," said the poet; "I want a word with him." The Chevalier passed into the private assembly.
His roistering friends greeted his appearance with delight. "A toast, Messieurs!" he cried, flourishing his sword. Only the Vicomte d'Halluys and Victor saw that something unusual had taken place. "Your friend," whispered the vicomte, "appears to be touched with a passing madness. Look at his eyes." "What has happened?" murmured Victor, setting down his glass. "Bah!
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