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Updated: May 21, 2025
They said that Perry Blair had just been lucky, that was all; lucky in being selected as the one least calculated to damage Fanchette after a whole year in which the latter had steadfastly refused to fight. Lucky in having that fox, Devereau, for a manager, cunning enough to decoy Fanchette into the ring. But in the main they swarmed to his standard. The king was dead.
He sent also a man to my stable Simon Fleix having disappeared in the confusion for the Cid, and was in the act of inquiring whether I needed anything else, when a woman slipped through the knot of horsemen who surrounded us as we stood in the doorway of the house, and, throwing herself upon me, grasped me by the arm. It was Fanchette.
"Head over ears apparently," said Lady Tranmore. "Everybody has lost their wits. I see Kitty has chosen her dress." "Yes, if Fanchette can make it all right. Poor Kitty! She has been in such a state of mind. I think I'll go on with these invitations."
'Impossible! the last speaker exclaimed, amazement and anger in her tone, 'This is a jest, sir. This What more she would have said I was left to guess, for at that moment her attendant I had no doubt now which was mademoiselle and which Fanchette suddenly laid her hand on her mistress's mouth and pointed to the room behind them.
'Have you not another lie in your quiver, M. de Marsac? De Marsac! And she repeated the title, with a scornful laugh, as if she put no faith in my claim to it. But I would answer nothing nothing; and we remained silent until Fanchette, coming in to say that the chamber was ready, held the light for her mistress to pass out.
Advancing to it with outstretched hands, I felt the woodwork of a door, and, groping about, lit presently on a loop of cord. I pulled at this, the door yielded, and I went out. I found myself in a narrow, dark lane, and looking up and down discovered, what I might have guessed before, that it, was the Ruelle d'Arcy. But mademoiselle? Fanchette? Simon? Where were they?
Hitherto all had been easy, but this seemed to choke me. I stammered and lost my voice. Mademoiselle, her head bowed, was gazing into the fire. Fanchette was staring at me, her black eyes round as saucers, her mouth half-open. 'Well, madame, I muttered at length, 'to tell you the truth, at present, you must understand, I have been forced to 'What, Gaston? Madame de Bonne half rose in bed.
I directed Fanchette to aid him in the preparation of the other chamber, and thus for a while I was left alone with mademoiselle. She had taken one of the stools, and sat cowering over the fire, the hood of her cloak drawn about her head; in such a manner that even when she looked at me, which she did from time to time, I saw little more than her eyes, bright with contemptuous anger.
Du Mornay took no overt notice of the king's words, however, but proceeded to give me my directions. 'Chize, which you know by name, he said, 'is six leagues from here. Mademoiselle de la Vire is confined in the north-west room, on the first-floor, overlooking the park. More I cannot tell you, except that her woman's name is Fanchette, and that she is to be trusted.
He hadn't listened to reason. He hadn't been a good boy. His bout with Gay was a repetition of that with Fanchette, the former title-holder. A brief half minute of boxing, a feint and Gay on the canvas for the count of ten. He had wanted to see. He had been consumed with desire to see. And it had happened quickly. The victory failed to raise a second wave of adulation, even a ripple, in fact.
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