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Updated: May 14, 2025
This because Benoit, M. de Kercadiou's old seneschal, had accompanied his seigneur upon this soft adventure, and was installed to the ceaseless and but half-concealed hilarity of the impertinent valetaille that M. Etienne had left as his maitre d'hotel here at Meudon.
So binding do I count them, that, if I would, I could not now draw back. If hereafter you should persist in the harsh intention you express, I must suffer it. That I shall suffer be assured. Your affectionate and grateful godson Andre-Louis He dispatched that letter by M. de Kercadiou's groom, and conceived this to be the end of the matter.
M. de Kercadiou had observed the leather waistcoat and the foil tucked under Andre-Louis' arm. "I am the master of this academy the academy of the late Bertrand des Amis, the most flourishing school of arms in Paris to-day." M. de Kercadiou's brows went up. "And you are master of it?" "Maitre en fait d'Armes. I succeeded to the academy upon the death of des Amis."
No mere words could more completely have made his peace with this man who loved him. M. de Kercadiou's face flushed a deeper pink, his lip trembled, and there was a huskiness in the voice that murmured "My dear boy!" Then he recollected himself, threw back his great head and frowned. His voice resumed its habitual shrillness.
Oh, he was mad blinded by self-confidence and vanity. As his carriage rattled away, she sat down limply, with a sense of exhaustion and nausea. She was sick and faint with horror. Andre-Louis was going to his death. Conviction of it an unreasoning conviction, the result, perhaps, of all M. de Kercadiou's rantings entered her soul. Awhile she sat thus, paralyzed by hopelessness.
I am not telling you of what I imagine but what M. le Marquis himself admitted to me." Dominated a little by the young man's earnestness, M. de Kercadiou's pale eyes fell away. He turned with a shrug, and sauntered over to the window. "It would need a court of honour to decide such an issue. And we have no courts of honour," he said. "But we have courts of justice."
Given, then, a defeat of the Court party in the struggle that was preparing, the position in Paris of Mme. de Plougastel could not be other than fraught with danger, and that danger would be shared by any guest of birth at her hotel. M. de Kercadiou's affection for both those women quickened the fears aroused in him by Rougane's warning.
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