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An order was given to challenge the stranger, but Detricand, without waiting for the approach of the officer, advanced towards the table, and, addressing the Duke, said: "The Duc de Bercy will not forbid the presence of his cousin, Detricand de Tournay, at this impressive ceremony?" The Duke, dumfounded, though he preserved an outward calm, could not answer for an instant.
It was deemed certain that, ere this, the officer sent to England would have returned with Philip's freedom and King George's licence to accept the succession in the duchy. From interest in these matters alone Detricand would not have remained at Bercy, but he thought to use the time for secretly meeting officers of the duchy likely to favour the cause of the Royalists.
This is not justice, this is a gift for which there is no example in the world's history." "I thought it best," he went on quietly, "to govern Bercy myself during these troubled years. So far its neutrality has been honoured, but who can tell what may come! As a Vaufontaine it is my duty to see that Bercy's interests are duly protected amidst the troubles of Europe."
"Why do you call him monseigneur the heir to the duchy of Bercy?" she said almost coldly, and with a little fear in her look too. "Because I have come here to tell you the truth, and to place in your hands the record of an act of justice." Drawing from his pocket a parchment gorgeous with seals, he stooped, and taking the hands of the child, he placed it in them.
When she did not answer he said pleadingly: "Guida, won't you speak to me?" "The Duc de Bercy chooses a strange hour for his visit," she said quietly. "But see," he answered hurriedly; "what I have to say to you " he paused, as though to choose the thing he should say first. "You can say nothing I need hear," she answered, looking him steadily in the eyes.
They returned by Bercy, the quays, and the boulevards to the rue de Vendome. The clerks were fluttering still in the skies of fancy to which youth is lifted by intoxication, when their amphitryon introduced them into Florentine's salon. There sparkled a bevy of stage princesses, who, having been informed, no doubt, of Frederic's joke, were amusing themselves by imitating the women of good society.
The new King of France, he is there at the palace when the child which it have sleep on my breast, which its mother I have love all the years, kiss her son as the Duke of Bercy." "Ch'est ben," said Jean, "you can trust the good God in the end." Dormy Jamais did not speak. His eyes were fastened upon the north, where lay the Paternoster Rocks.
It was in this room that, many years ago, the Duke's young and noble wife, from the province of Aquitaine, had given birth to the second son of the house of Bercy, and had died a year later, happy that she should at last leave behind a healthy, beautiful child, to do her honour in her lord's eyes.
She was a mattress-maker, and with one of her aunts had long gone from yard to yard at Bercy to comb and sew up mattresses. And, indeed, it was to the pestilential wool which she had combed in her youth that she ascribed her malady. For five years she had been making the round of the hospitals of Paris, and she spoke familiarly of all the great doctors.
To acknowledge it would be ruin, for all the world knows that Captain Philip d'Avranche of the King's navy is now the adopted son of the Duc de Bercy. Surely the house of Bercy has cause for joy, with an imbecile for the first in succession and a traitor for the second! I return the fifty pounds you sent me you will not question why ....And so all ends. This is a last farewell between us.
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