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"You speak with a bitterness that I suppose I must excuse," said I; "yet which of us has the more reason to be bitter? This man, my uncle, M. de Kéroual, fled. My parents, who were less wise perhaps, remained. In the beginning they were even republicans; to the end they could not be persuaded to despair of the people. It was a glorious folly, for which, as a son, I reverence them.
My visitor now paused, took snuff, and looked at me with an air of benevolence. "Good God, sir!" says I, "this is a curious story." "You will say so before I have done," said he. "For there have two events followed. The first of these was an encounter of M. de Kéroual and M. de Mauséant." "I know the man to my cost," said I; "it was through him I lost my commission."
Before the doctor and an excellent old smiling priest it was passed over into my hands with a very clear statement of the disposer's wishes; immediately after which, though the witnesses remained behind to draw up and sign a joint note of the transaction, Monsieur de Kéroual dismissed me to my own room, La Ferrière following with the invaluable box.
I picked it up and unfolded it: "I, the Viscount Anne de Kéroual de Saint-Yves, formerly serving under the name of Champdivers in the Buonapartist army, and later under that name a prisoner of war in the Castle of Edinburgh, hereby state that I had neither knowledge of my uncle the Count de Kéroual de Saint-Yves, nor expectations from him, nor was owned by him, until sought out by Mr.
Miss Flora, suffer me to present to you the Vicomte Anne de Kéroual de Saint-Yves, a private soldier." "I knew it!" cried the boy; "I knew he was a noble!" And I thought the eyes of Miss Flora said the same, but more persuasively. All through this interview she kept them on the ground, or only gave them to me for a moment at a time, and with a serious sweetness.
To be frank, it does not strike me as probable that a British jury will hand over the estates of the Comte de Kéroual de Saint-Yves to an escaped Buonapartist prisoner who has stood his trial for the murder of a comrade, and received the benefit of the doubt." "Allow me," said I, "to open the window an inch or two. No; put back your whistle.
Before the doctor and an excellent old smiling priest it was passed over into my hands with a very clear statement of the disposer's wishes; immediately after which, though the witnesses remained behind to draw up and sign a joint note of the transaction, Monsieur de Keroual dismissed me to my own room, La Ferriere following with the invaluable box.
I have been clothed with no capacity to talk of wills, or heritages, or your cousin. I was sent here to make but the one communication: that M. de Keroual desires to meet his great-nephew. 'Well, said I, looking about me on the battlements by which we sat surrounded, 'this is a case in which Mahomet must certainly come to the mountain. 'Pardon me, said Mr.
"I have the pleasure of addressing Monsieur le Vicomte Anne de Kéroual de Saint-Yves?" said he. "Well," said I, "I do not call myself all that; but I have a right to, if I choose. In the meanwhile I call myself plain Champdivers, at your disposal. It was my mother's name, and good to go soldiering with." "I think not quite," said he; "for if I remember rightly your mother also had the particle.
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