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Updated: May 10, 2025
"You remember, Babache, that Regnard paid me great court the year of my marriage, when he knew nothing of it. I think the most painful interview of my whole life was when I was forced to tell Regnard that I was his brother's wife; and most painful it must forever be to Regnard. Well, I thought it my duty to tell Gaston about it and and " She hesitated and then went on, her face coloring warmly.
I listened, longing to throttle him, and he concluded by saying to Schnelling: "Show Captain Babache our guests." Guests they were now, no longer prisoners. What rags of politeness will sometimes cling to the worst of villains! Schnelling led me a little way toward the edge of the open space, where the forest closed in its dark ramparts.
Francezka looked at me angrily for a moment, then smiled and took my hand in her two velvet palms. "Babache, you are like a chestnut bur, sometimes but I love you and I shall always heed what you tell me. Can I do more?" She then rose and we walked about the garden, and looked down at the lake, still darkly shaded by the cedars on the brink, although the sun was now blazing in the east.
Francezka, by that time, was looking into my face, with tears on her cheeks, and grasping my hand with both of hers, she only said: "My dear, dear Babache my faithful friend " Then she turned to Gaston, who embraced me warmly. "Francezka has told me all, Babache," he cried. "How can I thank you enough!"
"As for yourself, Babache," continued this indomitable woman, "you are like old Peter, only fit to love and forgive and lay your heart down to be trampled on." "Madame, I have laid my heart at the feet of two persons only," replied I, with spirit; "one is my master, Count Saxe. Surely he never trampled on it.
And Peggy Kirkpatrick's niece I know the chit, and knew her father before her. Scotch and Spanish it is a fiery mixture. And I know that scoundrel, Jacques Haret. So the young man you came near finishing Gaston Cheverny laughed when he seemed a-dying. I wish we could have that young man for Babache, my Tatar prince from the Marais, we ride for Courland within a fortnight."
He wore a shabby old laced coat, woolen stockings, broken shoes, and a splendid velvet hat and feathers; this last probably picked up at random which some people call stealing. Now, I have never known a specimen of rascal-gentleman like Jacques Haret who could not always stand and sit at ease with all men. I, Babache, an honest fellow, often feel abashed in the presence of the great.
It was upon events like these that Madame Riano based her absurd belief in second sight. But let it not appear that I am a man easily deluded when I declare that from the hour I saw the man I took for Gaston Cheverny in the burning house at Prague, I knew that Francezka was in sore distress, and even in need of her poor Babache.
"And you, of all persons, would be the most helpful to me, for, of course, I intend myself to go in search of my husband. Has Regnard been notified of Gaston's disappearance?" I replied that he had, but so far no word had come from him. Francezka reflected a little while. Then she said: "Babache, you are the best and truest of souls, and are my chief dependence.
Mademoiselle curtsied low to Count Saxe, and said sweetly, as if in amends for her pettishness: "Good by, and a thousand thanks for your goodness, Monsieur de Saxe. My house of Capello is yours whenever you are in its neighborhood. Good by, Captain Babache. When my eyes rest on you again, you will be the welcomest sight in the world."
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