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But Colville took an opportunity to mention his name in an undertone. It was a name known all over Europe then, and forgotten now. "It is," Madame de Chantonnay had maintained throughout the months of January and February "it is an affair of the heart." She continued to hold this opinion with, however, a shade less conviction, well into a cold March.
The Comtesse de Chantonnay was still tossing her head, at intervals, at the recollection of the Vicomtesse de Rathe's indigestion. This was only typical of the feelings that divided every camp in France at this time at any time, indeed, since the days of Charlemagne for the French must always quarrel among themselves until they are actually on the brink of national catastrophe.
He seemed to know the shawls, for he disentangled them with skill and laid them aside, one by one. The Comtesse de Chantonnay breathed a little more freely, but no friendly hand could disencumber her of the mountains of flesh, which must have weighed down any heart less buoyant and courageous. "Ah, bah!" she cried, gaily. "Who is afraid? What could they do to an old woman?
He held up his hands as if to stay their clamouring voices, and nodded his head triumphantly toward Albert de Chantonnay, who stood near a lamp fingering his martial whisker of the left side with the air of one who would pause at naught. "I tell you nothing. But such a theory has been pieced together upon excellent material. It may be true. It may be a dream.
"It is no use collecting straws against a flood," the banker answered, sleepily. There was, of course, no question now of supplying the necessary funds to the Marquis de Gemosac and Albert de Chantonnay, who, it was understood, were raising the money, not without difficulty, elsewhere. Mrs. St. Pierre Lawrence had indeed heard little or nothing of her Royalist friends in the west.
Oh " And she broke off, silenced by the dark frown of Albert de Chantonnay, to which her attention had been forcibly directed by his mother. "I have been dining with Madame de Rathe," she went on, irrepressibly, changing the subject in obedience to Albert de Chantonnay's frown. "The Vicomtesse bids me make her excuses. She feared an indigestion, so will be absent to-night."
And Madame de Chantonnay heaved a prodigious sigh, in memory of the days that were no more. "Given a young man of enterprise and not bad looking, I allow. He has the grand air and his face is not without distinction. Given a young girl, fresh as a flower, young, innocent, not without feeling. Ah! I know, for I was like that myself. Place them in a garden, in the springtime.
"But if they have put Albert de Chantonnay in prison, why should you be safe?" asked Juliette. To which the Marquis replied with a meaning cackle that she had a kind heart, and that it was only natural that it should be occupied at that moment with thoughts of that excellent young man who, in his turn, was doubtless thinking of her in his cell at La Rochelle.
"I have so much to do," he whispered. "So much to think of. We are leaving no stone unturned, and at last we have a clue." The other guests gathered round. "But speak, my dear friend, speak," cried Madame de Chantonnay. "You keep us in suspense. Look around you. We are among friends, as you see. It is only ourselves."
His hermitage contained other appliances save those for study and devotion. His retired life was, in fact, that of a voluptuary. His brother, Chantonnay, reproached him with the sumptuousness and disorder of his establishment. He lived in "good and joyous cheer." He professed to be thoroughly satisfied with the course things had taken, knowing that God was above all, and would take care of all.
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