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Presently Detricand added in a composed and nonchalant tone: "I've no doubt there were those at Court who'd have clothed me in purple and fine linen, and given me wine and milk, but it was my whim to work in the galleys here, as it were." "Then I trust you've enjoyed your Botany Bay," answered Philip mockingly. "You've been your own jailer, you could lay the strokes on heavy or light."
"He would die in the awful cold," she answered. "Nannin-gia, you must stay." "Eh ben, I will think!" he said presently, with an air of heavy resignation, and, turning, walked away. Her eyes followed him. As she went back to her booth she smiled: he had come one step her way. He would not go. When Detricand left the Vier Marchi he made his way along the Rue d'Egypte to the house of M. de Mauprat.
Malo in the Hardi Biaou, and saw him safely into the hands of an escort from Detricand. Three days later there was opened in one of the chambers of the Emperor's palace at Vienna a Congress of four nations Prussia, Russia, Austria, and Sardinia. Detricand's labours had achieved this result at last.
You fit the tale," said de Mauprat dubiously, touching the letter with his finger. "Let me see," rejoined Detricand. "I've been a donkey farmer, a shipmaster's assistant, a tobacco pedlar, a quarryman, a wood merchant, an interpreter, a fisherman that's very like the Comte de Tournay!
Detricand had inwardly smiled during the old man's monologue, broken only by courteous, half-articulate interjections on his own part. He knew too well the old feud between their houses, the ambition that had possessed many a Vaufontaine to inherit the dukedom of Bercy, and the Duke's futile revolt against that possibility.
"May no time be ill spent that it records for you, monsieur." Detricand laughed in his careless way, but the face, seamed with dissipation, took on a new and better look, as with a hand-grasp of gratitude he put the timepiece in his pocket. "I'll do my best," he said simply. "I'll be with de la Rochejaquelein and the army of the Vendee to-morrow night."
Occasionally one other person breakfasted with him, even Savary dit Detricand, whom however he met less frequently than many people of the town, though they lived in the same house. Detricand was but a fitful lodger, absent at times for a month or so, and running up bills for food and wine, of which payment was never summarily demanded by Mattingley, for some day or other he always paid.
Rullecour, however, had also promised the post to a reckless young officer, the Comte de Tournay, of the House of Vaufontaine, who, under the assumed name of Yves Savary dit Detricand, marched with him. Rullecour answered Delagarde churlishly, and would say nothing till the town was taken the ecrivain must wait.
The Duc de Bercy to be harangued to his duty, scathed, measured, disapproved, and counselled, by a stripling Vaufontaine it was monstrous. It had the bitterness of aloes also, for in his own heart he knew that Detricand spoke truth.
"You will collect the debt, cousin," said he, and the smile on his face was wicked as he again turned towards Detricand. "With interest well compounded," answered Philip firmly. Detricand smiled. "I have drawn the Norman-Jersey cousin, then?" said he. "Now we can proceed to compliments."
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