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In a burst of mingled generosity and intoxication, Andre-Louis was almost for disclosing his method a method which a little later was to become a commonplace of the fencing-rooms. Betimes he checked himself. To reveal his secret would be to destroy the prestige that must accrue to him from exercising it.
Our chance meeting was a fortunate thing for both of us." "For both of us," said Scaramouche, with stress. "That is as I would have it. So that I do not think you will surrender me just yet to the police." "As if I could think of such a thing! My dear Scaramouche, you amuse yourself. I beg that you will never, never allude to that little joke of mine again." "It is forgotten," said Andre-Louis.
Andre-Louis was in a state of exasperation produced by Climene's long absence from Nantes in the company of M. le Marquis, and fed by the unspeakable complacency with which M. Binet regarded that event of quite unmistakable import.
He was thinner than of old, his face was pale and there was a weariness in the eyes that considered his visitor through a gold-rimmed spy-glass. In Andre-Louis those jaded but quick-moving eyes of the Breton deputy noted changes even more marked.
"I have given nothing," said Climene, indignantly. "Ah! Then the jewel is in the nature of a payment in advance." "My God, man, you're not decent!" M. Binet protested. "Decent?" Andre-Louis' smouldering eyes turned to discharge upon M. Binet such a fulmination of contempt that the old scoundrel shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Did you mention decency, Binet?
Above this notice was a black oblong board, and on this a shield, which in vulgar terms may be described as red charged with two swords crossed and four fleurs de lys, one in each angle of the saltire. Under the shield, in letters of gold, ran the legend: BERTRAND DES AMIS Maitre en fait d'Armes des Academies du Roi Andre-Louis stood considering.
Andre-Louis continued to laugh, quite silently, as he sometimes did when the humour of a jest was peculiarly keen. Then he turned slowly about, and came back towards Pantaloon and the rest of the company, who were now all grouped together, at gaze. Pantaloon advanced to meet him with both hands out-held. For a moment Andre-Louis thought he was about to be embraced.
Before they reached that sheet of paper nailed upon the door, he knew exactly what it would say. And in effect it was, as he had supposed, that twenty louis would be paid for information leading to the apprehension of one Andre-Louis Moreau, lawyer of Gavrillac, who was wanted by the King's Lieutenant in Rennes upon a charge of sedition. M. Binet watched him whilst he read.
Well ahead rolled Binet, moving faster than any had ever seen him move, and swinging the long cane from which Pantaloon is inseparable. "Infamous scoundrel!" he roared. "You have ruined me! But, name of a name, you shall pay!" Andre-Louis turned to face him. "You confuse cause with effect," said he. But he got no farther... Binet's cane, viciously driven, descended and broke upon his shoulder.
With his tip-tilted nose in the air, his carefully curled head on one side, the deputy for Arras was observing Andre-Louis attentively.
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