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Stewart lay back in his chair and tried to imagine that it was true, that it had already happened, as happen it must before long, and once more the little shiver, which was like a shiver of voluptuous delight, ran up and down his limbs, and his breath began to come fast and hard. But Richard Hartley drove at once back to the rue d'Assas.
Amedee is very anxious, although Maurice Roger, to whom he has read the piece, act by act, predicts an enthusiastic acceptance. The handsome Maurice has been installed for more than a year in a studio on the Rue d'Assas and leads a jolly, free life there. Does he work? Sometimes; by fits and starts.
When he reached the opposite bank, followed by the other young men, d'Assas said to him: "Say, didn't your mask falloff?" "Yes; but no one saw my face but Madame de Montrevel." "Hum!" muttered d'Assas. "Better no one had seen it." Putting their horses to a gallop, all four disappeared across the fields in the direction of Chacource.
There were only a few curs, more noisy than dangerous, who might have snapped at their heels. They had reached the corner of the Rue Vaugirard and the Rue d'Assas, when Clerambault, finding that he had forgotten an important paper, went back to look for it in his apartment; the others stood there waiting for him. They saw him come out and cross the street.
Louis XV was too mean-spirited and selfish to feel the beauty of this brave action; but when, fourteen years later, Louis XVI came to the throne, he decreed that a pension should be given to the family as long as a male representative remained to bear the name of D'Assas.
Surely the emotion that the Chevalier d'Assas felt in dying must have been to him a lifetime of joy. Such emotions as these Paz enjoyed daily, without dying, but also without the guerdon of immortality. But what is Love, that, in spite of all these ineffable delights, Paz should still have been unhappy?
Marie began to suspect that his friend was being imposed upon. He determined to warn Stewart that his agents were earning their fees too easily. So he returned to Paris more than a little dejected, and sore over this waste of time and effort. He arrived by a noon train, and drove across the city in a fiacre to the rue d'Assas.
On the night between the 15th and 16th of October, Chevalier d'Assas, captain in the regiment of Auvergne, was sent to reconnoitre. He had advanced some distance from his men, and happened to stumble upon a large force of the enemy. The Prince of Brunswick was preparing to attack. All the muskets covered the young captain. "Stir, and thou'rt a dead man," muttered threatening voices.
"Yes!" cried Montbar, "that's the idea." "I should think so," added Morgan. "We'll kill the horses if necessary, and be back at seven in the evening, in time to show ourselves at the opera." "That will establish an alibi," observed d'Assas. "Precisely," said Morgan, with his imperturbable gayety.
With singular delicacy, entirely in keeping with his chivalric nature, Morgan, instead of picking up his fallen mask and covering his face immediately, so that Madame de Montrevel could only have retained a fleeting and confused impression of it Morgan replied to her compliment by a low bow, leaving his features uncovered long enough to produce their impression; then, placing d'Assas' flask in Madame de Montrevel's hand and then only he replaced his mask.
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