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I am happy to hear that your majesty is hungry this morning. Adieu, sire." "Go, my good Crillon." "Harnibleu! sire, since your majesty is so hungry, you ought to invite me to breakfast with you." "Why so, Crillon?" "Because they say your majesty lives on air, and the air of the times is very bad.
"I will ask less then," replied Berthaud, with irony. "If I win, I will give you his life. He shall go free whether you win or lose, M. de Crillon." "That is much!" with answering irony. "Much or little " "It is understood?" "It is," Berthaud rejoined with a sarcastic bow. "Then I accept!" Crillon cried: and with a movement so brisk that some recoiled, he sat down at the table. "I accept.
She had found little difficulty in persuading him that it was of the highest importance to break off the intimacy between his son and Marguerite, and he had readily consented to give such an amount as might induce M. de Crillon, or any one else, to marry the girl, and thus effectually save Isidore from such a mésalliance.
"Mort de Dieu!" cried Crillon, raising his hands in admiration. "How clever they are! Not a thing forgotten! Well, I will to the king and tell him. It will put him on his guard. If I had not contrived to try the draught there and then, I could not have convinced him; and if I had not by a lucky hazard won this young man last night, I might have whistled for one to try it! But I must go."
So flagrant was this that various members of the British mission called on me at the Crillon, a day or so later, and apologized for the Prime Minister's action in the case. Senator KNOX. Have you a copy of Lloyd George's remarks in the Parliament? Mr. BULLITT. I have a copy. Senator KNOX. Suppose you read it? Mr. BULLITT. It is as follows: Mr.
"They insult me before you, brother," said the duke, pale with terror. "Leave us, Crillon," said the king. The officer obeyed. "Justice, sire, justice!" cried St. Luc again. "Sire," said the duke, "will you punish me for having served your majesty's friends this morning?" "And I," cried St. Luc, "I say that the cause which you espouse is accursed, and will be pursued by the anger of God.
Sire, when your brother protects our friends, woe to them." The king shuddered. Then they heard hasty steps and voices, followed by a deep silence; and then, as if a voice from heaven came to confirm St. Luc's words, three blows were struck slowly and solemnly on the door by the vigorous arm of Crillon. Henri turned deadly pale. "Conquered," cried he; "my poor friends!"
"We have all the clue we want, and you have with you the king's lettre de cachet. I care not what becomes of her, so long as she is safely placed where she will not trouble us any more; but mind, M. de Crillon, no harm is to come to my nephew." De Crillon smiled. "Ah," said he, "I am to dispose of the young lady, so that Monsieur Isidore may come back and some day marry Mademoiselle Clotilde?"
In three minutes Crillon, a couple of inferior officers, and a handful of guards alone remained round the young man. "He will recover," Crillon said, speaking to the officer next him. "He is young, and they did not dare to make the dose too strong. We shall not, however, convict any one now, unless Berthaud speaks." "Berthaud is dead." "What?" "As dead as Clovis," the lieutenant repeated calmly.
He is evidently making war upon the king, they said; and the king has a right to defend himself. Henry III., who had his mind made up, asked Crillon, commandant of the regiment of guards, "Think you that the Duke of Guise deserves death?" "Yes, sir." "Very well; then I choose you to give it him." "I am ready to challenge him."
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