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They tell me that the Crequy coat-of-arms is still emblazoned, after all these terrible years, on a shield above the arched porte-cochere, just as it was then, though the family is quite extinct. Madame de Crequy had only one son, Clement, who was just the same age as my Urian you may see his portrait in the great hall Urian's, I mean."
But Jacques had as much delicacy of feeling as any lady in the land, although, mind you, he knew neither how to read nor write, and bent his head low down, so that his master might tell him in a whisper what messages he was to take to Mademoiselle de Crequy, in case Poor Clement, he knew it must come to that! No escape for him now, in Norman disguise or otherwise!
"Perhaps I had better get my business over as soon as possible, and save the Syrian the trouble of coming to the outer door," I said. At which Créquy shrugged his shoulders, and pointing to the door with a mock bow bade me enter. I did as I was bidden, and found myself in a long and narrow room.
Now he has not seen what all this leads to." "It is a pity he has not heard your ladyship tell the story of poor Monsieur de Crequy." "Not at all a pity, my dear. "But, my lady, it might convince him," I said, with perhaps injudicious perseverance. "And why should he be convinced?" she asked, with gentle inquiry in her tone. "He has only to acquiesce. Though he is appointed by Mr.
Louis Blanc, iii., p. 156, quoting the Procédure du Châtelet. "Souvenirs de la Marquise de Créquy," vol. vii, p. 119. There is some uncertainty where La Fayette slept that night. Lacretelle says it was at the "Maison du Prince de Foix, fort éloignée du château."
But, in a minute or two, a tall, thin young lady, with great, sad eyes, and pale cheeks, came from the inner room, and, seeing him, retired. 'It is Mademoiselle Cannes, said Madame Babette, rather unnecessarily; for, if he had not been on the watch for some sign of Mademoiselle de Crequy, he would hardly have noticed the entrance and withdrawal.
Pierre told me who that man was." After a pause, I ventured to ask what became of Madame de Crequy, Clement's mother. "She never made any inquiry about him," said my lady. "She must have known that he was dead; though how, we never could tell.
I was not encouraged by my lord's speeches. He had heard the message, and kept declaring that he would rather be shot than have to tell her that there was no news of her son; and yet he said, every now and then, when I was at the lowest pitch of uneasiness, that he never expected to hear again: that some day soon we should see him walking in and introducing Mademoiselle de Crequy to us.
However, the nearer he was to the palace, the more incomprehensible it is that he should not have reached the palace the next morning till nearly eight o'clock, two hours after the mob had forced their entrance into the Cour des Princes. Weber, i., p. 218. "Souvenirs de la Marquise de Créquy," vii., p. 123. Weber, ii, p. 226. "Souvenirs de Quarante Ans," p. 47. Madame de Campan, ch. xv.
However, there was the old man and with him, wrapped round his person, he had brought the long parchment rolls, and deeds relating to their property. These he would deliver up to none but Monsieur de Crequy, the rightful owner; and Clement was out with Monkshaven, so the old man waited; and when Clement came in, I told him of the steward's arrival, and how he had been cared for by my people.
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