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The old innkeeper, who knew all the tricks of the trade, made Desiree walk about between the tables in order to increase the consumption of drinks; and Desiree, who was a worthy daughter of Father Auban, flitted around among the benches and joked with them, her lips smiling and her eyes sparkling.
Auban pondered over this barbarous recountal of an event which would seem to have been impossible in a civilized community. "It comes," said she, musing, "it comes! Ca ira! There will be war! Ah, I must hasten." She turned to other papers, of private nature, in her desk. In a half hour more, she had gone over the last remittance reports of the agents of her estates in Europe.
"How does this gentleman call himself, M. l'Hote?" "M. le Marquis de St. Auban," answered the landlord, still standing in the doorway. It wanted an hour or so to noon on the day following that of St. Auban's arrival at Blois, and I was on the point of setting out for the chateau on an errand of warning.
Whether it were physical unrest or mental emotion, he did not know, but certainly it was that the letter of the agent remained upon the table untouched between them while Josephine St. Auban pressed to her lips the letter from Jeanne, her maid. "Why, I have not failed at all!" said she.
With a gesture he restrained Montmedy and St. Auban. "I shall be happy to give Master de Luynes all the proof of my courage that he may desire, and more, I warrant, than he will relish." "Bravely answered!" I cried, with an approving nod and a beaming smile. "Be good enough to lead the way to a convenient spot." "I have other business at the moment," he answered calmly. "Let us say to-morrow at "
We seated ourselves on the grass by the edge of the gurgling waters, and he began: "It is now two months since we came to Blois: I, to pay my court to the wealthy Mademoiselle de Canaples; you, to watch over and protect me nay, you need not interrupt me. Michelot has told me what St. Auban sought here, and the true motives of your journey to St. Sulpice.
Auban, and methought that by acting as I did I saw a way by which, haply, I might accomplish this. What might thereafter befall me seemed of little moment. "M. de Montresor," I said presently, "your kindness impels me to set a further tax upon your generosity." "That is, Monsieur?" "Bid your men fall back a little, and I will tell you."
For, leaning upon the sill, surveying us with a sardonic, evil grin, we beheld Eugene de Canaples, the man whom I had left with a sword-thrust through his middle behind the Hotel Vendome two months ago. Whence was he sprung, and why came he thus to his father's house? He started as I faced him, for doubtless St. Auban had boasted to him that he had killed me in a duel.
"New York, my dear Sir, must transport, man-handle, murder, wheedle, bowstring, drown, and permanently lose Josephine, Countess St. Auban, herself late back from Missouri, formerly of God knows where. I promise you, this country is only a tinder box, waiting for that sort of spark. To-morrow but you remember, my dear Horatio!" "But between now and to-morrow is rather a brief period.
Paul, Abbe Duchayla's brother, and the Marquis Duchayla, his nephew, brought eighty horsemen from the family estates. The Count of Morangiez rode in from St. Auban and Malzieu with two companies of cavalry, and the town of Mende by order of its bishop despatched its nobles at the head of three companies of fifty men each.
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