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In my face and attitude there was the reflection of this bantering, flippant mood; it was to be read in the mocking disdain of my glance, in the scornful curl of my lip, and even in the turn of my wrist as I put aside my opponent's passes. All this, Canaples must have noted, and it was not without effect upon his nerves.
"You and I are going together to that willow copse whither three months ago you lured Yvonne de Canaples for the purpose of abducting her. On that spot you and I shall presently face each other sword in hand, with none other to witness our meeting save God, in whose hands the issue lies. That is your chance; at the first sign that you meditate playing me any tricks, that chance is lost to you."
"What does it signify? To the devil with Mazarin's plans!" "So you said this morning." "Yes, when I did not even dream her name was Canaples." "Nevertheless, she is the wrong Canaples." "For my uncle but, mille diables! sir, 't is I who am to wed, and I shall wed as my heart bids me." "Hum! And Mazarin?" "Faugh!" he answered, with an expressive shrug. "Well, since you are resolved, let us dine."
His nieces, the Mancinis and Martinozzis, he is marrying to Dukes and Princes. 'T is not nice to witness, but 't is the affair of the men who wed them. In seeking, however, to marry his nephew Andrea to one of the greatest heiresses in France, he goes too far. Yvonne de Canaples is for some noble countryman of her own there are many suitors to her hand and for no nephew of Giulio Mazarini.
"Pardieu! let us behold this Mademoiselle de Canaples who owns so fearful a warrior for a coachman." The door was flung rudely open, and the man bearing the lantern whose rays shone upon a uniform of the Cardinal's guards confronted us. With a chuckle he flashed the light in my face, then suddenly grew serious. "Peste!
"Monsieur de Luynes," said my companion softly, "I fear that I have done you a great injustice. Indeed, I know not how to crave your forgiveness, how to thank you, or how to hide my shame at those words I spoke to you this afternoon at Canaples." "Not another word on that score, Mademoiselle!" And to myself I thought of what recompense already had been mine.
But be discreet, Michelot. You understand?" He assured me that he did, and left me to nurse my unpleasant thoughts for half an hour, returning at the end of that time with the information that M. de Canaples was seated at dinner in the "Auberge du Soleil."
I had a shrewd idea what was the substance of Eugene's mission to Canaples to expostulate with his father touching the proposed marriage of Yvonne to the Cardinal's nephew. Nor was I wrong, for when, some moments later, the Chevalier recalled us from the terrace, where we were strolling "What think you he has come hither to tell me?" he inquired as we entered.
"I have not slept soundly," I grumbled, recalling my dream. "Pardieu! you have slept long, at least." "Out of self-protection; so that I might not hear the name of Genevieve de Canaples. 'T is a sweet name, but you render it monotonous." He laughed good-humouredly. "Have you never loved, Gaston?" "Often." "Ah but I mean did you never conceive a great passion?" "Hundreds, boy."
The old man stood up and eyed me for a moment as steadily as his vacillating glance would permit him, then he held out his hand. "I trust, Monsieur," he said, "that you will do me the honour to dine with us, and that whilst you are at Blois we shall see you at Canaples as often as it may please you to cross its threshold."
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