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"Dead, I might have forgiven you, as one who had paid for his evil, and his folly. Living, I never can forgive you. You have gone too far. God alone knows where it will end. "Benoit, the door. M. Andre-Louis Moreau to the door!" The tone argued an irrevocable determination.
"The goodness of my request we will leave out of question for the moment," said he, darkly, and M. de Chabrillane laughed. Andre-Louis thought him easily moved to mirth, and almost envied him the faculty. "But I am grateful," Philippe insisted, "that you should condescend to hear me plead their cause." The Marquis stared at him over his shoulder. "Whose cause?" quoth he.
"Say what you will, my friend, this is ruin the end of all our hopes. Your wits will never extricate us from this. Never!" Through the gap strode now an enormous man with an inflamed moon face and a great nose, decently dressed after the fashion of a solid bourgeois. There was no mistaking his anger, but the expression that it found was an amazement to Andre-Louis. "Leandre, you're an imbecile!
That is the end of their resistance to the royal authority and the people's will." He ran on at great speed detailing the events that had taken place, and finally came to the matter which had, he announced, been causing him to hunt for Andre-Louis until he had all but despaired of finding him.
Five minutes later Fresnel was securely bound to a chair, and effectively silenced by a very uncomfortable gag improvised out of a block of wood and a muffler. On the threshold the departing Andre-Louis turned. "Good-night, Fresnel," he said. Fierce eyes glared mute hatred at him. "It is unlikely that your ferry will be required again to-night.
"The part of Figaro, I presume," said Andre-Louis, which elicited a laugh. "So you are acquainted with Beaumarchais!" Binet eyed the young man with fresh interest. "He is tolerably well known, I think." "In Paris, to be sure. But I had not dreamt his fame had reached the wilds of Brittany." "But then I was some years in Paris at the Lycee of Louis le Grand.
"You gave me no clue to your whereabouts; you represented yourself as on the verge of destitution and withheld from me the means to come to your assistance. I have been troubled in mind about you, Andre. Yet to judge by your appearance I might have spared myself that. You seem prosperous, assured. Tell me of it." Andre-Louis told him frankly all that there was to tell.
She rose, dismissing the young person who had been reading to her, and came forward with both hands outheld to greet her cousin Kercadiou. "I almost feared you would not keep your word," she said. "It was unjust. But then I hardly hoped that you would succeed in bringing him." And her glance, gentle, and smiling welcome upon him, indicated Andre-Louis.
The furniture was massive, of oak richly carved, and belonging to another age. Great massive oak beams crossed the rather lofty whitewashed ceiling. Here the squat Seigneur de Gavrillac was restlessly pacing when Andre-Louis was introduced. He was already informed, as he announced at once, of what had taken place at the Breton arme.
Standing erect, and outwardly calm again, he looked across at Andre-Louis who was proffering him a sheet of paper. "It is the safe-conduct. Take it, monsieur. It is my first and last gift to you, and certainly the last gift I should ever have thought of making you the gift of life. In a sense it makes us quits. The irony, sir, is not mine, but Fate's. Take it, monsieur, and go in peace."
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