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Rabecque, very watchful, lounged in the doorway, betraying in his air none of the anxiety and impatience with which he looked for his master. At sight of Monsieur Gaubert, running so breathlessly, he started forward, wondering and uneasy. Across the street, from the Palais Seneschal, came at that same moment Monsieur de Tressan with rolling gait.
But Monsieur Francois as Sanguinetti had called him would not hear of it. He proved, indeed, a very testy fellow, and he had, moreover, the support of the others, including even Monsieur Gaubert. "Let me implore you not to spoil sport, sir," the latter begged Garnache.
From the Petit Pont to the rue Mouffetard, madame Gaubert was talked of for her lovely face and beautiful figure; she was the Venus of the quarter. Everybody paid court to her, but she listened to none of her own rank, for her vanity suggested that she deserved suitors of a loftier rank. Her husband was very jealous.
He had thrown his cloak over his shoulders again, and with sword tucked under arm and head thrust forward, he stamped backwards and forwards, the very picture of ill-humour. Fifteen minutes passed; twelve o'clock boomed from the Church of Saint Francois d'Assisi and still Monsieur Gaubert returned not. Garnache stood still a moment, in angry thought. This must not go on.
M. D n and madame de Blessac Anecdote The rendezvous and the Ball The wife of Gaubert They wish to give her to the king Intrigues Their results Letter from the duc de la Vrilliere to the countess Reply Reconciliation
"You shall teach me manners when we engage," snapped the hawk-faced gentleman. "Sirs, sirs," Garnache implored them, "are we to waste the day in words? Monsieur Gaubert, there are several gentlemen yonder wearing swords; I make no doubt that you will find one whose blade is of the same length as your own, sufficiently obliging to lend it to Monsieur Sanguinetti."
On the other hand, an instinctive and growing suspicion of this Monsieur Gaubert who was now entering the inn inspired him with the opinion that the fat Seneschal had been duped by a wild tale to send the troopers from the spot where they might presently become very necessary.
He experienced most horrible pains, and his cousin suffered as well as himself. "Wretches!" said Gaubert to them, "did you think I would brook dishonor? No, no! I have deceived you both the better to wreak my vengeance. I am now happy. Neither king nor valet shall ever possess my wife. I have poisoned you, and you must die." The two victims implored his pity.
The crowd disposed itself on the fringe of the sward, and the duellists went forward, and set about the preparations. Principals and seconds threw off cloak and doublet, and Sanguinetti, Courthon, and Gaubert removed their heavy boots, whilst Garnache did no more than detach the spurs from his. Sanguinetti, observing this, drew the attention of the others to it, and an altercation arose.
"Lives there a Parisian to whom you are not known? I have seen you often at the Hotel de Bourgogne." Garnache acknowledged the courtesy by a slight inclination of the head. "And once," continued the other, "I had the honour to be presented to you by Monsieur le Duc himself. My name is Gaubert Fabre Gaubert."
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