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More bottles, riding-boots, whips and spurs, two or three hats and saddle-bags, and various odds and ends of dress littered the floor and the chairs. Everything was of mean quality except the bearing of the two young men. A gentleman is a gentleman even in the Rue Coupejarrets all the more, maybe, in the Rue Coupejarrets. These two were gently born.
Never, not even this morning in the closet of the Rue Coupejarrets, had I been in such mortal dread. I had walked out of that closet to find M. Étienne; but I was not likely to happen on succour here. Pierre, for all his kind heart, could not save me from the Duke of Mayenne. Then, when my hope was at its nadir, I remembered who was with me in the little room.
Here one did not wait till midday to see the sun; the street was of decent width, and the houses held themselves back with reserve, like the proud gentlemen who inhabited them. Nor did one here regret his possession of a nose, as he was forced to do in the Rue Coupejarrets. Of all the mansions in the place, the Hôtel St.
When I left you, I went straight back to the Rue Coupejarrets to kill your son your murderer, I thought. And there I found Grammont and Lucas side by side. We thought them sworn foes: they were hand in glove. They came at me to end me because I had told, and M. Étienne saved me.
"But the men," he cried, "the men!" "They are three. One a low fellow named Pontou." "Pontou? The name is nothing to me. The others?" He was leaning forward eagerly. I knew of what he was thinking the quickest way to reach the Rue Coupejarrets. "There are two others, Monsieur," I said slowly. "Young men noble." I looked at him. But no light whatever had broken in upon him. "Their names, lad!"
I reached the city one day at sundown, and entered without a passport at the St. Denis gate, the warders being hardly so strict as Mayenne supposed. I was dusty, foot-sore, and hungry, in no guise to present myself before Monsieur; wherefore I went no farther that night than the inn of the Amour de Dieu, in the Rue des Coupejarrets.
A man in his senses would have known there was no hope anyway. Who but a madman would think of venturing back, forsworn, to those three villains, for the killing of one? It would be a miracle if aught resulted but failure and death. Yet I felt no jot of fear as I plunged into the mesh of crooked streets in the Coupejarrets quarter only ardour to reach my goal.
The barber came and bandaged M. le Comte and put him straight to bed, and I was left free to fall on the ample victuals set before me, and was so comfortable and happy that the Rue Coupejarrets seemed like an evil dream. Since that day I have been an easy mark for beggars if they could but manage to look starved.
"Laugh if you like; but I tell you, Félix Broux, my lord's council-chamber is not the only place where they make kings. We do it, too, we of the Rue Coupejarrets." "Well," said I, "I leave you, then, to make kings. I must be off to my duke. What's the scot, maître?" He dropped the politician, and was all innkeeper in a second. "A crown!" I cried in indignation. "Do you think I am made of crowns?
M. Étienne echoed blankly. To his eagerness it was as if M. le Duc were out of France. "Aye. He meant to go to-night Monsieur, Lucas, and I. But when Monsieur learned of this plot, he swore he'd go in open day. 'If the League must kill me, says he, 'they can do it in daylight, with all Paris watching. That's Monsieur!" At this I understood how Vigo came to be in the Rue Coupejarrets.
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