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On those banks," and she pointed to the feet of the two hills, "I shall cut flowerbeds and make the loveliest English gardens. Let us go to Besancon and bring back with us the Abbe de Grancey, Monsieur Savaron, and my mother, if she cares to come. You can then make up your mind; but in your place I should have done so already. Your name is Watteville, and you are afraid of a fight!
Sub-lieutenant, with rank of a Colonel of Dragoons?" "I did not." "You must ask for it." "That is out of the question, my lord." The gravity and humility of his demeanour astonished Grancey, who surveyed him quizzically. "Is this a new rôle, Répentigny, a part from The Unconscious Philosopher? Are you ill?" "I am leaving Versailles." "Nonsense." "And France." "Never!" "It is the case."
When she told you yesterday that obedience was the only way to repair your errors, and reminded you of the need for marrying, mentioning Amedee 'If you are so fond of him, marry him yourself, mother! Did you, or did you not, fling these words in her teeth?" "Yes," said Rosalie. "Well, I know her," Monsieur de Grancey went on. "In a few months she will be Comtesse de Soulas!
There will also be some officers of the Prince's command, the Noailles company, namely, Baron de Grancey, Viscount Aymer d'Estaing, the Count de Bellecour, the Marquis d'Amoreau, and the Chevalier de Blair. They lead a famous corps, for every private in the bodyguard is a noble, and has the rank of captain. They have come to Fontainebleau with the hunt." The news brought Germain a shock.
Without a word, he threw his arms round the Abbe de Grancey, held him fast, and clasped him closely, letting his head fall on the old man's shoulder. He was a child again; he cried as he had cried on hearing that Francesca Soderini was a married woman. He betrayed his weakness to no one but to this priest, on whose face shone the light of hope.
His hands were twitching nervously, his lips compressed, and his dilated pupils were blazing with anger, instead of triumph, as before. "Yes; a stranger, a clerk in the iron-works at Grancey, I think." "You think! you think!" cried Julien, fiercely, "why don't you have more definite information before you accuse Mademoiselle Vincart of such treachery?"
"He spent five or six nights over it; he devoured documents and briefs; he had seven or eight interviews of several hours with me," continued Monsieur de Grancey, who had just reappeared at the Hotel de Rupt for the first time in three weeks. "In short, Monsieur Savaron has just completely beaten the celebrated lawyer whom our adversaries had sent for from Paris.
"You, d'Estaing!" exclaimed Grancey. "You would cry if an Englishman spoiled your ruffles!" "Sir, my second shall visit you this evening!" "Pray, you twin imitations of Modesty-in-Person, let us have a real tragediette in steel and blood," put in d'Amoreau, the fifth Life Guard. D'Estaing and Grancey, drawing swords, lunged at each other.
When Monsieur, misled by his favourites, did something which was neither just nor expedient, I used to say to him, "Out of complaisance to the Chevalier de Lorraine, you put your good sense into your pocket, and button it up so tight that it cannot be seen." After my husband's death I saw Grancey only once; I met her in the garden.
This enterprise, which to the Abbe de Grancey even would have seemed the climax of the impossible, was a mere passing thought. "Ah!" said she to herself, "my father has a dispute pending as to his land at les Rouxey. I will go there!
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