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Updated: June 21, 2025
But to my amazement he made no proposition to go with us. There might be good reasons for Regnard Cheverny's determination to stay where he was. He, with his two servants and five horses, was quartered at Gaston's house; and very pleasant quarters they were, for Regnard had every privilege of the master of the house and no responsibilities whatever.
The bishop, pleased at his nephew's good fortune, wrote Francezka a letter of congratulation, warmly approving her marriage, and most indulgent toward the secrecy of it. But on receiving Francezka's letter, saying she was Gaston Cheverny's wife, the bishop changed his tune and sent Francezka a fulmination, in which he denounced the secrecy of the marriage excessively.
It did not discompose him in the least, and again taking out his snuff-box, Gaston Cheverny's snuff-box, he began to hum Sur le pont d'Avignon. That air seemed to be a favorite of his. I had gone about half way across the garden, and it being large, I was out of sight and sound of Gaston and Jacques Haret, when I heard Gaston at my heels, calling "Hold!"
I saw her sometimes at a distance, dancing at a ball, and looking like a fairy princess out of a story book; or, riding like a lapwing with Count Saxe, and other officers; or again, in gorgeous pleasure parties on the river. But she was like a comet in its brilliant but erratic course through the heavens, and no longer a fixed star, whose orbit is known. Gaston Cheverny's misery was extreme.
We sang at table, according to the French custom, and Gaston Cheverny, who was easily master of us all in that craft, sang a song of the Cardinal de Rohan and sang it with meaning in his voice a meaning which brought deep blushes to Francezka's cheek, a scowl to Regnard Cheverny's face, and smiles to the rest of us.
His debonairness reminded me of Gaston Cheverny's, at the same age, for the young Austrian was little past twenty. "You have got me, a sub-lieutenant caught, because I would not delay our boat in getting off with the finest quarry yet secured in this war." Count Saxe and the rest of us waited to hear this laughing prisoner explain matters still further.
And this, too, accounted for Gaston Cheverny's and Jacques Haret's presence, as both of them were born and reared within sight of Honsbrouck. Gaston Cheverny and Jacques Haret both bent over the map. Jacques Haret, taking a pen, began to draw a line upon the map.
He caught the idea in a moment, that the Austrians had been badly fooled. I felt really sorry for the poor little fellow. His eyes filled with tears, his lip trembled. He was a gallant boy and we all felt sorry for him. Count Saxe had him conducted to Gaston Cheverny's vacant room, sent him some champagne, and assured him that his conduct should be brought to the attention of Prince Eugene.
We waited an hour before Gaston Cheverny's return. Count Saxe took him into the other half-ruined tower room, where there were pens and ink, and a candle in a bottle. I was prepared to write anything required. Gaston Cheverny had a queer look on his face, like a man who has seen for the first time, and unexpectedly, something hideous.
Jacques was good-humoredly polite to Mademoiselle Francezka, who was a little embarrassed in his company. The two Chevernys regarded him with the tolerance of youth for an entertaining fellow, and he seemed to have neither grudge nor envy of Regnard Cheverny's possession of Castle Haret.
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