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"You hurt me, monsieur," cried the former; "do you wish to crush me?" "You also hurt me, only I did not complain." "You wish to give me a lesson, I believe?" "I wish to give you nothing." "Ah!" cried St. Maline, "pray repeat that." "You are seeking a quarrel, are you not?" replied Ernanton, quietly; "so much the worse for you." "And why should I wish to quarrel? I do not know you," replied St.
"Well, then!" continued De Loignac, "you will have time to become acquainted with each other afterward. You agree that you have come here to obey him?" "Yes, yes," they cried. "Then, to begin; go quietly out of this hotel to the lodgings prepared for you." "For all?" asked St. Maline. "Yes, for all." "We are all equal here," cried Perducas, whose limbs felt rather doubtful under him.
"Very good!" said De Loignac, "only I do not see where firing is to come from." "At the priory of the Jacobins, monsieur, they must draw close." This dialogue was interrupted by the king, who descended the staircase, followed by several gentlemen, among whom St. Maline, with rage in his heart, recognized Ernanton. "Gentlemen," said the king, "are my brave Forty-five all here?"
"I do not; I distinguished you at once, and that other young man also who looks so grave." "Who?" "M. de St. Maline." "And why this distinction, if this question be not too curious?" "I know you, that is all." "Me! you know me?" "You, and he, and all here." "It is strange." "Yes, but necessary." "Why?" "Because a chief should know his soldiers." "And all these men "
"Oh! they are forcing the doors," cried she. Indeed, St. Maline rushed so furiously against the door, that, being very slight, it was at once broken open. Ernanton's first thought when he saw the door of the antechamber fly open was to blow out the light. "M. de St. Maline," cried the hostess, "I warn you that the persons whom you are troubling are your friends."
The man turned pale, but said, "I am Eustache de Miradoux, and M. de St. Maline is my patron." "Oh!" said De Loignac, a little mollified at this name, "well, search again." They turned to their pockets again, and began to re-examine them. "Why, what do I see there, on the sleeve of that blockhead?" said De Loignac. "Yes, yes!" cried the father. "I remember, now, Lardille sewed it on."
"No," replied Perducas de Pincornay, "the sign is tempting for men of honor." "Ah! is it you?" said St. Maline, the gentleman with the lackeys, "you have not yet explained to me what you were about to do, when the crowd separated us." "What was that?" asked Pincornay, reddening. "How it happens that I met you on the road between Angoulême and Angers without a hat, as you are now?"
"Allee too velly much flighten, and lun away from foleign devil sailor and maline." "But they might have come down to their place here," I said. Ching smiled contemptuously. "Pilate velly blave man, fight gleat deal when allee one side, and know sailor can't fightee. When plenty sailor can fightee, pilate lun away velly fast, and no come back." "Can you understand him, Mr Grey?" I said.
"Two of you, gentlemen," continued De Loignac, "have been heard in the open street chattering like a couple of old women, and that about grave things." St. Maline advanced. "Monsieur," said he, "pray explain at once, that suspicion may not rest on us all." "That is easy.
Maline, taking his. "Adieu, monsieur, and a pleasant journey to you," added Ernanton. "Have you anything else to send to the Louvre?" "Nothing, I thank you." Then the young men set off toward Paris, and Chicot in the opposite direction. When he was out of sight "Now, monsieur," said Ernanton to St. Maline, "dismount, if you please." "And why so?"