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Updated: June 21, 2025
A gleam of spirit of Madame Riano's spirit flashed into Mademoiselle Capello's face at this assumption on Gaston Cheverny's part. "Monsieur Cheverny," she said, "I remember you perfectly well also, your brother, Monsieur Regnard Cheverny. I am older than you think, perhaps.
We went in search of Schnelling, who was already stirring. I had meant to ask him civilly for Mademoiselle Capello's clothes, but this is the way Gaston Cheverny, with the hot blood of twenty, went about getting them: "Schnelling," he said, "give us Mademoiselle Capello's clothes." "Or what?" asked Schnelling laughing. "There are two of us who will have your heart's blood!"
The supper was very grand; the old Marquis Capello's wine flowed like water; there was a servant in livery behind every other chair; the table was loaded with delicacies; and musicians played soft music from the gallery, the guests joining in the singing. Many old songs were sung, like the ancient Carillon du Verre, and some new ones especially one, a song of hope, beginning, Espère!
It is in vain that I have reminded him of that old Spanish malediction on an enemy: 'May you marry an only child; may you have a law suit, win it, and have to pay the lawyers!" A flush came into Gaston Cheverny's pale face, and he looked displeased, as well he might, at hearing Mademoiselle Capello's name in Jacques Haret's mouth.
He was dressed in black and silver, a dress that showed off his vivid beauty for he was the most beautiful man who ever lived. Not Francezka Capello's eyes were more brilliant, more soft than those of Maurice of Saxe. Was it to be expected that with his beauty, his figure, his voice, his charm, and above all, his genius, he should be an anchorite?
As a child she was as beautiful as she was wilful; the pride of her father, the despair of his wife, her stepmother her little head full of romance, her heart full of rebellion against any kind of discipline or restraint. Before she had left the schoolroom Capello's daughter was, by common consent, the fairest girl in her native city, with a beauty riper than her years.
A suspicion that Capello's whole relation is to serve the purpose of heaping odium upon Cesare at once arises and receives confirmation when we consider that, as we have already said, it is in this same relation that the fiction about Pedro Caldes finds place and that the guilt of the murder of the Duke of Gandia is definitely fixed upon Cesare.
He wrote continually to his brother Regnard imploring and demanding to know of Mademoiselle Capello's welfare; but he admitted, with the utmost chagrin, that Regnard, in those of his letters which were received, never so much as mentioned Mademoiselle Capello's name, which led me to infer that Regnard Cheverny knew all about her.
The matter contained in that Relation of Capello's to the Senate must by now have been widespread, and of a man who could perpetrate the wickednesses therein divulged anything could be believed. Indeed, it seems to have followed that, where any act of wickedness was brought to light, at once men looked to see if Cesare might not be responsible, nor looked close enough to make quite sure.
Burchard's entries in his diary relating to the assault upon Alfonso of Aragon can no more escape the criticism of the thoughtful than can Capello's relation. His forty horsemen, for instance, need explaining.
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