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She wrote word that she had seen M. d'Henriel for the first time since his return from Italy, and he was much changed, and inclined to thank Roland for the lesson he had received from him at the sword's point. And next she urged Beauchamp to marry, so that he and she might meet, as if she felt a necessity for it. 'I shall love your wife; teach her to think amiably of me, she said.
'It is not long since, madame. 'On the road? 'Coming along-the road. 'And our glove? 'Madame la Marquise, if I may trust my memory, M. d'Henriel was not in official costume. Renee allowed herself to be reassured.
As for me, I thought I could command M. d'Henriel, and I find he has neither reason in him nor obedience. Singular to say, I knew him just as well a week back as I do now, and then I liked him for his qualities or the absence of any. But how shall we avoid him on the road to Dianet? He is aware that we are going. 'Take M. Beauchamp by boat, said Madame d'Auffray.
He understood that Renee had staked her glove on his coming within a certain number of hours to the briefest wording of invitation possible. Owing to his detention by the storm, M. d'Henriel had won the bet, and now insisted on wearing the glove. 'He is the privileged young madman our women make of a handsome youth, said Madame d'Auffray.
'He wears a glove at his breast, said Beauchamp. 'You speak of M. d'Henriel. He wears a glove at his breast; yes, it is mine, said Renee. She slipped from her horse and stood against his shoulder, as if waiting to be questioned before she rang the bell of the chateau. Beauchamp alighted, burning with his unutterable questions concerning that glove.
'If he would learn that he was fashioned for that purpose! exclaimed little M. Livret. 'Do not ask young men for too much head, my friend; he would cease to be amusing. 'D'Henriel should have been up in the fields at ten this morning, said M. d'Orbec. 'As to his head, I back him for a clever shot. 'Or a duelling-sword, said Renee. 'It is a quality, count it for what we will.
When they rejoined him he complimented Beauchamp semi-ironically on his choice of the river's quiet charms in preference to the dusty roads. Madame de Rouaillout said, 'Come, M. d'Orbec; what if you surrender your horse to M. Beauchamp, and row me back? He changed colour, hesitated, and declined he had an engagement to call on M. d'Henriel. 'When did you see him? said she. He was confused.
How I thank my dear brother Roland for saving me the sight of you condemned to fight, against your conscience! He taught poor M. d'Henriel his lesson. You, Nevil, were my teacher. And see how it hangs: there was mercy for me in not having drawn down my father's anger on my heart's beloved. He loved you. He pitied us. He reproached himself.
As for me, I thought I could command M. d'Henriel, and I find he has neither reason in him nor obedience. Singular to say, I knew him just as well a week back as I do now, and then I liked him for his qualities or the absence of any. But how shall we avoid him on the road to Dianet? He is aware that we are going. 'Take M. Beauchamp by boat, said Madame d'Auffray.
'If he would learn that he was fashioned for that purpose! exclaimed little M. Livret. 'Do not ask young men for too much head, my friend; he would cease to be amusing. 'D'Henriel should have been up in the fields at ten this morning, said M. d'Orbec. 'As to his head, I back him for a clever shot. 'Or a duelling-sword, said Renee. 'It is a quality, count it for what we will.
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