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Once more the strident voices of the ushers arose, and after a little silence was restored. De Mouchy was about to put yet another question when La Valentinois interposed. "It is enough," she said; "I but wanted to confront them. Let him have his reward." De Mouchy smiled, and bending forward addressed De Ganache.
Is it you that Monsieur le Vicomte has to thank for his life?" I did not answer; but De Ganache began to speak as one defending himself: "I do thank him; but when I told you of this I did not know Monsieur Broussel's name, Diane." "All this does not concern the matter," I cut in. "What mademoiselle has to decide is whether she will go on to Paris or not. Which shall it be?" And I faced her.
Poor Le Brusquet was in disgrace for a whole day for suggesting a new device for the Duke a weathercock on a steeple." And he laughed as he added: "The Duke came back almost a week ago, with five hundred gentlemen in his train amongst others the late rebel De Ganache, for whom he has obtained a pardon." "De Ganache!"
"Gaston de Ganache, Vicomte de Ganache and Les Barres, you stand convicted a heretic and traitor, and for crimes such as yours the laws of God and man have but one punishment.
He was a handsome man, and one well formed to win a woman's heart; but with all this there were the marks of a weak and irresolute nature on his countenance, and as I looked I thought to myself that here was one who, if he fell, would fall utterly. Pechaud the landlord, who stood respectfully near De Ganache, laughed too as he heard the Vicomte's words. "I shall be careful, monsieur," he said.
I have since learned that which makes it impossible for me to do this unless mademoiselle comes with me of her own free will. I leave her to make her choice." "Then, Diane, come!" And De Ganache turned towards her, a hand outstretched.
Ha! ha! ha! I took you for an insolent fool; but you are mad, monsieur, mad!" For answer I held out to her one of her letters to De Ganache. "The Queen desires you to see this, madame. It is your own writing to a man you have killed, body and soul and there are many others like this so it would be useless to destroy it. Read it!"
And she waved her hand in the direction of Miribeau as she asked: "Why not go back to your men, Monsieur Broussel, and leave me an hour of freedom?" "You are hard on your escort, mademoiselle," I smiled; "and besides, I took your look back as a challenge for a race. 'Tis a good little horse you ride." "It belongs to M. de Ganache," she answered, and I bit my lip.
Then he turned the angle of the great priory. There was a flash of his red plume, a glitter of sunlight on his corselet, and he was gone. "If you take my advice, monsieur," I said to De Ganache, "you will be off at once. Here is a horse and there is the open gate." And with this I placed the reins of my nag, which Pierrebon had brought up, in his hand. The enthusiasm of the moment caught all.
And he turned from me towards the game. Seeing that there was nothing to be picked up here I took myself off, and after a little found myself upon the Ladies' Terrace. The afternoon was hot, and the Terrace was deserted, but in the shade of the hedgerow on the opposite side of the lawn a solitary figure was seated looking over a small packet of letters. I looked, and saw it was De Ganache himself.
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