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Updated: June 22, 2025
I have never known a man who early acquired a fortune that was not a calculator and an acute reckoner of his own and other men's chances. But Gaston Cheverny was not a calculator in the mean sense. The motto of his house well described him. It ran, in the old French Un Loy, Un Foy, Un Roy. One faith was Gaston Cheverny's in all things.
At night, when I sat in my room reading by a single candle, before I went to bed, Gaston Cheverny would come in, throw himself on my bed, and begin to rave over Francezka. He would go back to his earliest childhood, and aided by a very active imagination, prove that he had loved her ever since she was born.
The night at the Temple, Gaston Cheverny had gradually recognized his little playmate of years gone by, and from that moment, he confessed, with shining eyes, he had thought only of her. "And now, in this expedition to Courland, I see the road to honor and fortune and Francezka open," cried my young game chick, and I assured him so it was. I remained with him the best part of two hours.
Gaston Cheverny gave his opinion that in the case of the burning of his own house and outbuildings, it was a case of revenge on the part of Jacques Haret. Gaston Cheverny having told all he had found out, and some impudent duchess or countess coming to claim Count Saxe no doubt, against his will Gaston and I were left alone.
"Madame," began Gaston, in great confusion, but Jacques Haret was not a whit confused and took the words out of Gaston's mouth: "From the wardrobe of Gaston Cheverny just half an hour ago." Madame Riano looked a trifle abashed, but rallied when Jacques Haret said impudently, taking out meanwhile a snuff-box of Gaston's, "And I put on all my finer feelings with these clothes.
The thought flashed into my mind that Jacques Haret possessed some hold over Gaston Cheverny; perhaps some secret of those lost years. Jacques Haret at Paris had known in advance of the very day and hour of Gaston's return to Brabant. This thought troubled me.
Count Saxe, with that noble candor which was a part of his character, frankly admitted his imprudence in remaining at Hüningen, and declared that Gaston Cheverny should be amply rewarded for saving him; for there is no doubt the Austrians would have carried Count Saxe off, if they had only got into the right room.
And "Monsieur Cheverny is reading a Spanish story to us, which I understand quite well, although I have scarce spoken ten words of that language since I was a child." And once oh, blessed letter! she said, "My aunt and I desire our regards to Captain Babache. Tell him, as I know he is a poet in his heart, if not with his pen, that there is a beautiful poem being made now by a lady in Brabant.
Which was true; and I ever thought it the highest tribute to Count Saxe's honor that this treacherous general who himself had no honor knew that Maurice of Saxe had and to it trusted his life and all his fortunes. Gaston Cheverny again crossed to the mainland.
She was never more to have that serene expectation of happiness which I had seen in the soft and lambent light of her eyes on my first knowing of her marriage to Gaston Cheverny. Rather was it an excited and over-sanguine hope that built itself most lovely visions on nothing at all. She seemed to think it probable that at any moment Gaston might appear. The least movement startled her.
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