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His wrath had passed; but his determination remained firm, based upon the reason he gave. "Very well," said Andre-Louis. "It shall be as you please. But nothing shall prevent me at least from walking with you as far as the chateau, and waiting for you while you make your appeal to M. de Kercadiou."
And so the good people of Gavrillac permitted themselves no illusions on the score of the real relationship between Andre-Louis Moreau as the lad had been named and Quintin de Kercadiou, Lord of Gavrillac, who dwelt in the big grey house that dominated from its eminence the village clustering below.
"Then you'll be able to do your share in paying off this national debt," growled the nobleman, well content that as he conceived it some of the evil Andre-Louis had helped to sow should recoil upon him. Then the talk veered to Mme. de Plougastel. M. de Kercadiou, Andre-Louis gathered, but not the reason for it, disapproved most strongly of this visit.
Thus argued vanity and ambition with her better self and to her vast annoyance her better self would not admit entire conviction. Meanwhile, M. de La Tour d'Azyr was climbing into his carriage. He had spoken a word of farewell to M. de Kercadiou, and he had also had a word for M. de Vilmorin in reply to which M. de Vilmorin had bowed in assenting silence.
It would have been as impossible to find fault with his bearing as to attempt to turn him from the matter to which he was committed. And so M. de Kercadiou perceived. "My God!" was all that he said, scarcely above his breath, yet almost in a groan. M. de La Tour d'Azyr did, as always, the thing that sensibility demanded of him. He took his leave.
But you seem very reluctant with your explanations." "Oh, no. It is only that they are so unimportant. But be you the judge. Her uncle, M. de Kercadiou, is my godfather, and she and I have been playmates from infancy as a consequence. It is popularly believed in Gavrillac that M. de Kercadiou is my father.
All this at the charges of his godfather, M. de Kercadiou, who by placing him once more under the tutelage of Rabouillet would seem thereby quite clearly to be making provision for his future. Andre-Louis, on his side, had made the most of his opportunities. You behold him at the age of four-and-twenty stuffed with learning enough to produce an intellectual indigestion in an ordinary mind.
He left M. Kercadiou to think it over, and went to make his arrangements and effect the necessary changes in his toilet. "So that is why you have taken to wearing a sword," said M. de Kercadiou, as they climbed into his waiting carriage. "That and the need to guard one's self in these times."
"Harlequin foretold that you would say so; but he was amusing himself. It was not very funny. It is less funny still from you. She has a name, I suppose, this sort of sister?" "Certainly she has a name. She is Mlle. Aline de Kercadiou, the niece of Quintin de Kercadiou, Lord of Gavrillac." "Oho! That's a sufficiently fine name for your sort of sister. What sort of sister, my friend?"
You must go away at once, and lie completely lost for a time until this blows over. Indeed, until my uncle can bring influence to bear to obtain your pardon, you must keep in hiding." "That will be a long time, then," said Andre-Louis. "M. de Kercadiou has never cultivated friends at court." "There is M. de La Tour d'Azyr," she reminded him, to his astonishment.
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