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Has either of you seen Madame de Brissac? I have traced her as far as Rochelle." The vicomte looked humorously at the poet. Victor scowled. Of the two men he abhorred D'Hérouville the more. As for the vicomte, he laughed. "You laugh, Monsieur?" said D'Hérouville, coldly. His voice was not unpleasant. "Why, yes," replied the vicomte.
The simple and straightforward young fellow jarred no one's self-love; coming to know him better they discovered his heart, his modesty, his silent and sure discretion, and his excellent bearing. The Duc d'Herouville considered him, as a political element, far above Canalis.
On a winter's night, about two in the morning, the Comtesse Jeanne d'Herouville felt such violent pains that in spite of her inexperience, she was conscious of an approaching confinement; and the instinct which makes us hope for ease in a change of posture induced her to sit up in her bed, either to study the nature of these new sufferings, or to reflect on her situation.
My daughter to save, poor little Etienne to make happy, those are my only motives." If he thus interrogated himself it was because, in the depths of his consciousness, he felt an inextinguishable satisfaction in knowing that the success of his project would make Gabrielle some day the Duchesse d'Herouville. There is always a man in a father.
"And Marie de Touchet?" asked Du Puys. "Charles IX was not a fool; he was mad." D'Hérouville smoothed his beard. Presently the Chevalier said to the vicomte: "Monsieur, will you be so kind as to seek my lackey? I am growing chilly and desire a shawl or a cloak." "I will gladly seek him," said the vicomte, flashing a triumphant look at D'Hérouville, whose face became dark.
His rebuff by Josepha, the first he had ever met, he ascribed to her love of money; "he was conquered by millions, and not by a changeling," he would say when speaking of the Duc d'Herouville. And now, in one instant, the poison and delirium that the mad passion sheds in a flood had rushed to his heart.
D'Hérouville's weapon flashed in a circle. The vicomte's parry was so fine that his own blade lay flat against his side. "Count, you would be wonderful if you could keep cool that fat head of yours. That is as close as I ever expect to come and pull out." Presently the end came. D'Hérouville feinted and thrust for the throat.
Such were the circumstances which preceded and accompanied the birth of Etienne d'Herouville. If the count had no other reason for wishing the death of this disowned son poor Etienne would still have been the object of his aversion. In his eyes the misfortune of a rickety, sickly constitution was a flagrant offence to his self-love as a father.
Glances were exchanged between the duke and the two demoiselles d'Herouville, which plainly said, "The heiress is ours!" and the poet, who detected them, and who had nothing but his personal splendors to depend on, determined all the more firmly to obtain some pledge of affection at once.
Mademoiselle d'Herouville said in a low voice and with much meaning to the Duchesse de Verneuil, "Eleonore receives her Melchior very ungraciously." "The Duchesse de Maufrigneuse thinks there is a coolness between them," said Laure de Verneuil, with simplicity. Charming phrase! so often used in the world of society, how the north wind blows through it.
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