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"You were not always so bitter." "I must have my jest. To-morrow may have its dupes as well as its fools. . . . Silence! The Comte d'Hérouville in Rochelle? I am lost if he sees me. Let us go!" And Madame de Brissac dragged her companion back into the crowd. "That man here? Anne, you must hide me well."
After what has happened you will refuse to meet the Chevalier." "I certainly shall." "I am at your service," said the vicomte. "D'Halluys," cried the poet, "you have no right to interfere." "Stand aside, Monsieur de Saumaise." The vicomte pressed the poet back. "Vicomte," said D'Hérouville, "I will not fight you to-night." "I am certain. Here is a phrase which leaves no misunderstanding."
I am fully capable of repaying any insolence offered to me, whether from D'Hérouville, the vicomte . . . or yourself." "To love you, then, is insolence?" "Yes; the method which you use is insolent." "Is there any way to prove that I love you?" admirably hiding his despair. "What! Monsieur, you go a-courting without buckles on your shoes?" "Diane, let us play at cross-purposes no longer.
"I mean, of course, the duchess; she is always engaged in pious works with Mademoiselle d'Herouville; give that old maid a hint, and get her to speak to Gaspard." "You are a love of a man," cried Eleonore; "I'll write to the old maid and to Diane at once, for we must get hunting things made, a riding hat is so becoming. Did you win last night at the English embassy?"
The young enthusiast ardently admired the man whose life belonged to others, and in whom the habit of studying physical suffering had destroyed the manifestations of egoism. That evening, when Gobenheim, the Latournelles, and Butscha, Canalis, Ernest, and the Duc d'Herouville were gathered in the salon, they all congratulated the Mignon family on the hopes which Desplein encouraged.
The gentlemen left the table with him. Outside, Victor approached D'Hérouville, ignoring De Leviston. The vicomte followed in the rear. "Monsieur d'Hérouville, you have a bad heart," said the poet. "You have laughed insolently at a man whose misfortune is none of his own making. You are a poltroon and a coward!" The vicomte interposed. "D'Hérouville, listen to me.
Carabine placed Combabus on her left, and the Duc d'Herouville on her right. Cydalise was next to the Brazilian, and beyond her was Bixiou. Malaga sat by the Duke. Oysters appeared at seven o'clock; at eight they were drinking iced punch. Every one is familiar with the bill of fare of such a banquet.
Etienne, you are the Duc de Nivron, and you will be, after me, the Duc d'Herouville, peer of France, knight of the Orders and of the Golden Fleece, captain of a hundred men-at-arms, grand-bailiff of Bessin, Governor of Normandy, lord of twenty-seven domains counting sixty-nine steeples, Marquis de Saint-Sever. You shall take to wife the daughter of a prince. Would you have me die of grief?
"Is that not an excellent joke, my Corporal?" "Eye of the bull, yes!" "Ho! D'Hérouville, wait for me!" Madame sprang to her feet screaming: "Vicomte, save us!" She flew to the door. "Back, Madame," warned the Chevalier, "or you will have me killed." With his left arm he barred the door. "Have patience, sweet bird, whom I shall soon take to an eery nest. To be sure I shall save you!"
For her thought swerved to this: if only he had not such handsome eyes! She dropped her hand. "I will test this love," she said, with malice bubbling in her own lovely orbs. "The Comte d'Hérouville has grievously offended me. Will you challenge him?" She meant nothing by this, save to gain time. The Chevalier paled, recalling D'Hérouville's threats.
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