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'You have been seen about London with a French officer in uniform. 'It was M. le comte de Croisnel, a very old friend and comrade of mine, Beauchamp replied. 'Why do those Frenchmen everlastingly wear their uniforms? tell me! Don't you think it detestable style? 'He came over in a hurry. 'Now, don't be huffed. I know you, for defending your friends, Captain Beauchamp!
At last, one morning, arrived a letter from a French gentleman signing himself Comte Cresnes de Croisnel, in which Everard was informed that his nephew had accompanied the son of the writer, Captain de Croisnel, on board an Austrian boat out of the East, and was lying in Venice under a return-attack of fever, not, the count stated pointedly, in the hands of an Italian physician.
Her name was Renee. She was the only daughter of the Comte de Croisnel. Her brother Roland owed his life to Nevil, this Englishman proud of a French name Nevil Beauchamp.
A ceremonious visit that M. Livret insisted on was paid to the chapel of Diane, where she had worshipped and laid her widowed ashes, which, said M. Livret, the fiends of the Revolution would not let rest. He raised his voice to denounce them. It was Roland de Croisnel that answered: 'The Revolution was our grandmother, monsieur, and I cannot hear her abused. Renee caught her brother by the hand.
A ceremonious visit that M. Livret insisted on was paid to the chapel of Diane, where she had worshipped and laid her widowed ashes, which, said M. Livret, the fiends of the Revolution would not let rest. He raised his voice to denounce them. It was Roland de Croisnel that answered: 'The Revolution was our grandmother, monsieur, and I cannot hear her abused. Renee caught her brother by the hand.
'Wait, only wait; you will see I am right, he said, and prudently said no more, and did not ask her to speak. She was glad that she had sought the reconciliation from her heart's natural warmth, on hearing some time later that M. de Croisnel was dead, and that Beauchamp meditated starting for France to console his Renee.
She prepared to receive Miss Halkett in the drawing-room, as the guests of the house this evening chanced to be her friends. Madame de Rouaillout's present to her was a photograph of M. de Croisnel, his daughter and son in a group. Rosamund could not bear to look at the face of Renee, and she put it out of sight. But she had looked. She was reduced to look again.
Her husband, I hear from M. de Croisnel, dreads our climate and coffee too much to attempt the voyage. I understand that she writes to Lady Romfrey to-day. Lady Romfrey's letter to her, informing her of Captain Beauchamp's alarming illness, went the round from Normandy to Touraine and Dauphiny, otherwise she would have come over earlier. 'Her first inquiry of me was, "Il est mort?"
At last, one morning, arrived a letter from a French gentleman signing himself Comte Cresnes de Croisnel, in which Everard was informed that his nephew had accompanied the son of the writer, Captain de Croisnel, on board an Austrian boat out of the East, and was lying in Venice under a return-attack of fever, not, the count stated pointedly, in the hands of an Italian physician.
He's too late for his luck in England. Have him out of that mire, we can't hope for more now. Rosamund postponed her mission to plead. Her heart was with Nevil; her understanding was easily led to side against him, and for better reasons than Mr. Romfrey could be aware of: so she was assured by her experience of the character of Mademoiselle de Croisnel.
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