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It seemed as if I could never be free of De Ganache; but, steadying myself, I pointed to our men, filing along the white track like ants in the distance. "It is fair going, as we know, mademoiselle, back to the road. What say you to a gallop there?" She accepted the check she had received with a good grace, and turning her horse raced back with the recklessness of youth.
The carriage came out slowly, as I have said, the horses walking, and from where I rode beside mademoiselle I saw her clearly. She was toying with a little dog she held under her arm and talking to a young man who sat facing her a man whose face burned like fire, and the laugh on whose lips died away when he saw us for it was De Ganache.
He seemed to have forgotten his misfortune in the contemplation of his writing, and on my applauding his sentiment, he, looking at my arm, which was still in its sling, asked how I had hurt it. I told him briefly, and he listened in silence, until I gave him information of De Ganache and the Huguenots at Richelieu. Then he stopped me. "Are you sure they were there last night?"
I noticed that she barely touched it, as she asked quickly: "Is all ready?" "Everything, Diane." And I winced at the familiar address. "De Ganache," she said, "I had your word for it that no harm should befall Monsieur Broussel. He risked his life for me, and I owe it to him that I stand here alive; what have you done with him?" De Ganache smiled.
Giving my reins to Pierrebon I passed in with Sarlaboux, and running up the stairs reached the top of the tower. There we found Montluc standing, with half a dozen or so of his officers around him, and before him a young man, his head bare, and his hands bound behind him, stood facing Montluc. It was De Ganache.
The Duchess followed his glance, and turned in our direction. As her fathomless eyes fell on mademoiselle her lips parted in a smile. "St. Siege! it must be your little heiress. Come, tell me, De Ganache is it not so?" Her voice, clear as a bell, came to us distinctly. The veiled scorn and mockery in her glance was not to be mistaken, and then the horses were whipped up, and she was gone.
Monsieur de Ganache saw the surprised look on my face, which he no doubt read, as I glanced from him to my brother; and lifting his hat in a half-defiant, half-shamefaced manner, would have passed on, but Simon held him by the arm, and planting himself right in our path said, with an insolent stare: "This gentleman must have mistaken the Louvre for the Gloriette."
It is dark, as you know, monsieur, and I stepped back into the shadow, and lay there concealed. Presently the men there were two of them came up. One was the ostler, and the other the Vicomte de Ganache, to whom you, monsieur, lent your horse this morning." "Are you sure?" I asked with a breath. "Perfectly, monsieur. I saw the light on his face; and there was the brown horse "
As these astonishing words fell from the judge's lips words that branded De Ganache with unutterable infamy the miserable man looked around him like an animal at bay; and then, a madness coming upon him, he broke out into peal after peal of harsh, mirthless laughter laughter that seemed to come from the grave and beyond; and, laughing thus, they led him away.
I saw that something had occurred to gratify him beyond measure, and, believing his statement that this was not the good news from La Ganache only, I waited with the utmost interest and anxiety for the hour of nine, which had no sooner struck than our former visitor appeared with the same air of mystery and disguise which had attended him before.
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