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It was to a still later and less tragic period in the history of the château that our thoughts turned most persistently, when Gaston, Duke of Orleans and his wife, Marguerite of Lorraine, held their court here and a bevy of young girls brought charm and grace to these great bare rooms.
Gaston bowed to his nephew, embraced him, and then went out. Of the twenty musketeers who had accompanied the king, ten reconducted Monsieur to the reception-rooms, which were not yet empty, notwithstanding the king had retired.
Gaston Cheverny sang these songs of Villon's very agreeably, accompanying himself on the viol, and so whiled away some of our heaviest hours. These diversions, together with our rat-killings, were the sum of our amusements, for I do not reckon the balls at the palace as amusements.
I see, as I tell you, Regnard's soul shining out of Gaston's eyes; I see Regnard's nature speaking in Gaston's words and acts. Brothers often grow the more alike as time goes on, but why could not Regnard have grown like Gaston, instead of Gaston like Regnard?" "Has anything been heard of Monsieur Regnard lately?" I asked. Francezka shook her head.
Once a year Gaston Cheverny visited Brabant, always taking Bold with him. Mademoiselle Capello remained at her château of Capello, and so did Madame Riano, although she was ever, like ourselves, expecting to be on the march. The time had expired when Francezka professed to be bound by her father's will not to marry, yet she showed no inclination to reward any of her numerous suitors.
Well, it would soon be up for the session. Besides, the most effective thing he could do was to disappear for the time. Be unexpected that was the key to notoriety. Delia Gasgoyne? Well, as Gaston had said, they were to meet in the Mediterranean in September; meanwhile a brief separation would be good for both. Last of all he did not wish to press it but there was a promise!
It is possible that there was in the mind of the girl what some common people thought: that the thing was done for her favour; for she viewed it half-gratefully, half-frowningly, till, on the village green, Gaston asked her father what he wished to do push on or remain to act against the lads. The gipsy, angry as he was, wished to move on. Gaston lifted his hat to the girl and bade her good-bye.
And if I trust them, and they trust you, it's the same as if I trusted you, ain't it?" "I guess it is!" Gaston delightedly smiled. His companion laid a hand on the door, but paused a moment. "Now are you very sure?" "I thought I was, but you make me nervous." "Because there was a gentleman here last year I'd have put my money on HIM." Gaston wondered. "A gentleman last year?" "Mr. Flack.
He grasped his brother's hand with greater strength than Gaston believed him to possess, and his lips parted in a flashing smile. "Thou wilt seek her and find her? Knowest thou where she is?" "No; but I will go to seek her. I shall get news of her at Guildford. I will to our uncle's house forthwith. Sir Hugh Vavasour can easily be found."
And so it was that the wild cattle on the uplands would hear Trovatore hummed by a passing vaquero, while the same melody was filling the streets of the far-off world. For three days Gaston Villere remained at Santa Ysabel del Mar; and though not a word of restlessness came from him, his host could read San Francisco and the gold-mines in his countenance.
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