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I should have told you that I plagued him until he promised me my revenge. When I was exiled I wrote to remind him." Lagardere drew a letter from his breast and held it up for a moment before returning it to its lodging. "In this letter he accepts my challenge, names the time, the place " Cocardasse interrupted: "What time?" "To-night at ten," Lagardere replied. "The place?" asked Passepoil.
But the most tolerant philosopher has his dislikes, and mine are assassins." Cocardasse sighed, and made for the main door, followed by Passepoil, who said, wistfully, "Adieu, Little Parisian," a greeting of which Lagardere took no notice.
Staupitz and his companions seemed to place implicit confidence in the superior diplomatic powers of their Gascon comrade, and to have been seriously impressed by the gravity of his statement concerning the thrust of Nevers, so death-dealing, so unwardable, so almost magically fatal, for they readily agreed to his proposition. Places were rapidly found for Cocardasse and Passepoil at the table.
That night in Caylus, seventeen years ago, when the darkness quivered with swords, I did not meet your blades." Cocardasse explained. "When you backed Nevers we took no part in the scuffle." "Nor did we join in hunting you later," Passepoil added, hurriedly. Lagardere's face wore a look of satisfaction.
And her voice was the voice of Gabrielle. "I don't see him yet, mademoiselle," Cocardasse answered. Gabrielle sighed. "I wish he were come. All this noise and glitter bewilder me." And the trio proceeded slowly to make the tour of the fountain. But if Peyrolles, propped against his tree, was too preoccupied to notice the not unnoticeable group, light-hearted Chavernay was more alert.
Here was an opportunity for the exiles to return, unseen, to France. As gypsies, we travelled with the gypsies. I have been a strolling player, and as a strolling player I helped to pay my way. Before we left Madrid I wrote you those letters. As a result of all this delicate diplomacy, here I am, and here you are." Cocardasse still was puzzled. "But our letters spoke of the service of Gonzague?"
"I have brought with me the three hundred pistoles that were agreed upon," he said, sourly, with an emphasis upon the closing words of his speech. Cocardasse caught him up promptly. "Agreed upon in ignorance of the services demanded," he corrected. "Well, good Monsieur Peyrolles, let us have that three hundred pistoles as earnest money for the larger sum."
The large arm of Cocardasse was interposed between Chavernay and Gabrielle, and the large voice of Cocardasse counselled Chavernay: "Stand aside, little man." Quite indifferent to the counsels of the mighty mask, Chavernay persisted: "Fair lady, dismiss this monster and accept my arm." This time it was Passepoil's turn to intervene. "Out of the way!" he commanded, and gave Chavernay a little push.
There was a short struggle, and then Cocardasse flung the dead body of Peyrolles at the feet of Lagardere. Lagardere bent over him and spoke his epitaph: "The last of the lackeys. Now for the master." Paris lay quiet enough between the midnight and the dawn.
Cocardasse nodded at him with perfect affability, and patted his shoulder with a massive, red hand. "Papa Staupitz," he said, good-humoredly, "you read me like a book." "In the largest print," added Passepoil, who generally supplemented any remark of his comrade with some approving comment of his own.
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