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"This dear Louis!" repeated Charles. "My only relative in all the world. My cousin, Louis d'Arragon. But he, par exemple, spells his name in two words." The man bowed gravely a comprehensive bow; but he looked at Desiree. "This is my father-in-law," continued Charles breathlessly. "Monsieur Antoine Sebastian, and Desiree and Mathilde my wife, my dear Louis your cousin, Desiree."
But not in France, and still less in Dantzig." "If one is an Englishman," replied D'Arragon with a smile, "one may think them where one likes, and say them when one is disposed. It is one of the privileges of the nation, monsieur." He made the statement lightly, seeing the humour of it with a cosmopolitan understanding, without any suggestion of the boastfulness of youth.
By chance he glanced towards Desiree, who sat at her own table near the window. She was stroking her cheek with the feather of her pen, looking with puzzled eyes at the blank paper before her. Each time D'Arragon dipped his pen he glanced at her, watching her. And Mathilde, with her needlework, watched them both. However we brave it out, we men are a little breed. War is the gambling of kings.
In fairness to Barlasch, Desiree had made little of that soldier's part in Sebastian's evasion, and Mathilde displayed small interest in such details. She rather fastened, however, upon the assistance rendered by Louis d'Arragon. "Why did he do it?" she asked. "Oh, because I asked him," was the reply. "And why did you ask him?"
"The only son," replied the new-comer. "I am honoured to make the acquaintance of Monsieur le Marquis," said Antoine Sebastian slowly. "Oh, you must not call me that," replied D'Arragon with a short laugh. "I am an English sailor that is all." "And now, my dear Louis, I leave you," broke in Charles, who had rather impatiently awaited the end of these formalities.
De Casimir had never seen Louis d'Arragon, and yet some dim resemblance to his cousin must have introduced the new-comer to a conscience not quite easy. "You seek me, Monsieur," he asked, not having recognized Desiree, who stood behind her companion, in her furs. "I seek Colonel Darragon, and was told that we should find him in this room."
Rapp himself had told D'Arragon that officers had been despatched to Kowno to form a base a sort of rock in the midst of a torrent to divert the currents. There had then been a talk of Tilsit, and diverting the stream, or part of it towards Macdonald in the north.
It was indeed the greatest sacrifice that man can make; for he had thrown away his honour. "It may not be so easy as you think," returned D'Arragon, looking towards the door. He had no time to say more; for Mathilde and her father were talking together on the stairs as they came down.
And all France thinks him dead this twenty years. And I cannot remember his name goodness of God I cannot remember his name!" It is our trust That there is yet another world to mend All error and mischance. Louis d'Arragon knew the road well enough from Konigsberg to the Niemen. It runs across a plain, flat as a table, through which many small streams seek their rivers in winding beds.
But they did not speak while the sailor sculled the boat to the steps. On the quay they would probably pass unnoticed, for there were many strange sailors at this time in Dantzig, and Louis d'Arragon might easily be mistaken for one of the French seamen who had brought stores by sea from Bordeaux and Brest and Cherbourg.
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