Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 9, 2025
Let us attend upon him, gentlemen." Gonzague emphasized his words by leading the way across the bridge, and Chavernay and the others followed at his heels, a laughing, chattering, many-colored company of pleasure-seekers. Only Peyrolles remained behind.
Gabrielle drew back a little. "You? Who are you?" she asked, astonished. Chavernay again made her a reverence. "Your slave," he asserted. Gabrielle remembered him now, and looked annoyed. "Sir!" she said, angrily. Chavernay saw her anger, but was not dismayed. He was familiar with the feigned rages of pretty country girls when it pleased great lords to make love to them.
As for him, he returned her gaze with a bold stare of approval. The Marquis de Chavernay agitated his dainty hands in delicate assurance. "Agreeable, believe me," he asserted; and then asked: "Why has your sister nymph retreated from the field? I could entertain the pair of you."
The three stood together for a few moments; then the king and Bonnivet continued their journey towards Neuilly, leaving Chavernay behind them, lingering in the shade of the trees. Lagardere looked thoughtfully after the departing monarch. "God save your majesty for a gallant man," he murmured to himself. "Now we may enter Paris in safety. Why, who is this?"
The impertinence of the answer and the impertinence of the speaker's carriage were not calculated to smooth the ruffled feelings of the gentlemen, but Chavernay was never one to bridle his speech in deference to the susceptibility of his cousin's satellites. He now eyed them mockingly, even provokingly, full of amusement, while they fumed and fretted, and hands crept to hilts.
Some impostor, speculating upon your sorrow, has told you that he has found your child." Chavernay whispered behind his hand to Navailles: "Our cousin is losing his temper." As the princess kept silent, Gonzague pressed his question: "Is that not so, madame? Speak! Is this not so? Some one has told you that she is alive?" The princess heard the voice behind the curtain whisper: "She lives."
As soon as Chavernay had disappeared, Peyrolles, hurriedly beckoning, gathered about him Navailles, Nocé, and the others, and addressed them in an eager whisper: "Gentlemen, you are all devoted to the interests of the Prince de Gonzague?" Nocé spoke for himself and his comrades: "We are."
Lagardere advanced to Chavernay, who stared in astonishment at the presumption of the gypsy fellow a gypsy fellow that carried a sword under his mantle. "That young girl is under my care, little gentleman," Lagardere said, mockingly.
As Æsop spoke, he addressed in turn each of the elder men, and as he spoke recognition of his meaning showed itself in the face of each man whom he addressed. Hunaudaye nodded. "Louis de Nevers," he said, solemnly. Instantly Æsop uncovered. "Yes, Louis de Nevers, who was assassinated under the walls of the Castle of Caylus twenty years ago." Chavernay came over to Æsop.
Æsop, looking at the key with satisfaction, murmured to himself: "The best." As he moved slowly away from the king's tent a little crowd of Gonzague's friends Chavernay, Oriol, Navailles, Nocé, Gironne, Choisy, Albret, and Montaubert all laughing and talking loudly, crossed his path and perceived the hunchback, who seemed to them, naturally enough, a somewhat singular figure in such a scene.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking