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Auban's ankle; then lifting the body in my arms, I half dragged, half bore it across the little stretch of intervening sward to the water's edge, and flung it in. As I write I have the hideous picture in my mind, and again I can see St.
"Mu Monsieur," he stammered, "will it please you to lend me your sword that I may mu-measure it?" "What formalities!" I exclaimed with an amused smile, as I complied with his request. "I am afraid you have caught a chill, Vicomte. The night air is little suited to health so delicate." He answered me with a baleful glance, as silently he took my sword and set it point to hilt with St. Auban's.
As in the instance of the audience to Eugene de Canaples, so upon this occasion did it chance that the Cardinal's fears touching St. Auban's purpose had been roused, for he bade me stand behind the curtains in his cabinet.
When he returned home he would find his wife, Father Auban's daughter, within reach of his mouth and hand, and it was not long before he treated her like the lowest creature in the world. As she listened calmly, accustomed to paternal violence, he grew exasperated at her quiet, and one evening he beat her. Then life at his home became unbearable.
Auban, and of the duel that was to be fought that night, and he, in his turn, had given me the details of his stormy interview with the Marquis, which had culminated in St. Auban's dismissal from Canaples. I had not hitherto deemed it necessary to alarm him with the news imparted to me by Malpertuis, imagining that did I inform Mademoiselle that would suffice.
The brandy was served to the customers by Father Auban's daughter, a pleasing brunette, who attracted people to the house only by her pretty face, for nothing had ever been gossiped about her. Patin, when he entered the inn, would be satisfied to look at her and to compliment her politely and respectfully.
A moment later he was gone, and as I joined Michelot, I chuckled softly to myself. For two hours and more I sat in the shrubbery, conversing in whispers with Michelot, and watching the lights in the chateau die out one by one, until St. Auban's window, which opened on to the terrace balcony, was the only one that was not wrapt in darkness.
Auban's courage lasted just so long as the sting of my whip?" He raised his eyebrows after a supercilious fashion that made me thirst to strike the chair from under him. "You misapprehend me; M. de St. Auban has no desire to avert the duel. On the contrary, he will not rest until the affront you have put upon him be washed out " "It will be, I'll answer for it."
I closed and made fast the window, then I bethought me that, being in ignorance of the whereabouts of St. Auban's bed-chamber, I must perforce spend the night as best I could within that very room. And so I sat me down and pondered deeply o'er the work that was to come, the part I was about to play, and the details of its playing.
See that they do not guess our presence the landlord fortunately is ignorant of M. de Mancini's name." There was a clatter of horses' hoofs without, and I was barely in time to escape by the door leading to the staircase, when St. Auban's heavy voice rang out, calling the landlord. "I am in search of a gentleman named Andrea de Mancini," he said.
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