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If the judges refused to lend an ear to my assurances that I was not Lesperon at all, but the missing Bardelys, my troubles were likely to receive a very summary solution. The fear of it, however, weighed not over-heavily upon me. I was supremely indifferent. Life was at an end so far as I was concerned.
It was for me a time very crowded with events events that appeared to be moulding my character anew and making of me a person different, indeed, from that Marcel de Bardelys whom in Paris they called the Magnificent.
"Monsieur de la Fosse," said he in an austere voice, "you weary me, and when people weary me I send them away which is one of the reasons why I am usually so much alone. I beg that you will glance at that hunting-book, so that when I have done with Monsieur de Bardelys you may give me your impressions of it."
Fully did I see how with every hour that sped confession became more and more difficult. The sooner the thing were done, the greater the likelihood of my being believed; the later I left it, the more probable was it that I should be discredited. Alas! Bardelys, it seemed, had added cowardice to his other short-comings.
Would he who had cheated at the dealing of the cards neglect an opportunity to cheat again during the progress of the game? As I have said, I had it in my mind to cry out that he lied that I was not Lesperon; that he knew I was Bardelys. But the futility of such an outcry came to me simultaneously with the thought of it.
Upon learning that naught was known of the Marquis de Bardelys at Lavedan, my faithful henchman announced his intention to remain there and await me, since that was, he assured the Vicomte, my destination. "My first impulse," said Lavedan, when later he came to tell me of it, "was incontinently to order his departure.
"And now, Chatellerault having failed in his purpose, the King chooses a more dangerous person for the gratifying of his desires. He sends the Marquis, Marcel de Bardelys to Lavedan on the same business.
If it were indeed Lavedan, I had but to announce myself, and to one of my name surely its hospitalities would be spread. If it were some other household, even then the name of Marcel de Bardelys should suffice to ensure me a welcome. By spurring and coaxing, I lured my steed into the river. There is a proverb having it that though you may lead a horse to the water you cannot make him drink.
I have made over to Chatellerault and to his heirs for all time my estates of Bardelys." Oh, I had rehearsed it in my mind, and I was confident I knew that I should win her. And now the disclosure of that shameful traffic coming from other lips than mine had ruined everything by forestalling my avowal. Rodenard should pay for it by God, he should!
Could it be merely my position at Court that made me seem in his rebel eyes a natural enemy? "You are acquainted with this Bardelys?" I inquired, by way of drawing him. "I knew his father," he answered gruffly. "An honest, upright gentleman." "And the son," I inquired timidly, "has he none of these virtues?" "I know not what virtues he may have; his vices are known to all the world.
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