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Then he turned on his heel. "Eh ben, here's mackerel for supper," he added as he mounted his horse. The woman was Guida Landresse, the child was her child, and they lived in the little house upon the cliff at Plemont. They were hastening thither now.
The young gentleman touched his cap politely, for though the woman was not fashionably dressed, she was distinguished in appearance, with an air of remoteness which gave her a kind of agreeable mystery. "Madame Landresse " said the young gentleman with deference. "Monsieur d'Avranche " responded the lady softly, pausing. "Did the Bailly make a stir?
At this moment the door of the watchmaker's shop opened and the little girl who had been seen at the window ran into the square, calling out: "Ro! Ro!" It was Guida Landresse. Among the French flying for refuge was the garish Turk, Rullecour's ally. Suddenly the now frightened, crying child got into his path and tripped him up.
The little world of Jersey no longer pointed the finger of scorn at Guida Landresse de Landresse, but bent the knee to Princess Guida d'Avranche. Detricand wrote many letters to the Chevalier, and they with their cheerful and humorous allusions were read aloud to Guida all save one concerning Philip.
Now, he was again brought face to face with his past; with the imminent memory of Guida Landresse de Landresse. Where was Guida now? What had happened to her? He dared not ask, and none told him. Whichever way he turned night or day her face haunted him.
Rubbing his hands, and drawing his lean leg up till it touched his nose, he looked over it with avid eyes, and said: "How much don't read the items, but come to total debit how much she pays me?" Ma'm'selle Landresse, debtor in all for one hundred and twenty livres, eleven sols and two farthings. Shan't you make it one hundred and twenty-one livres?" added the apprentice.
Having at last discovered his real self a little, he was in the way of knowing others. "May I shut the door?" he asked quietly. Jean nodded. Closing it he turned to them again. "Since my return I have heard naught concerning Mademoiselle Landresse," he said. "I want to ask you about her now. Does she still live in the Place du Vier Prison?" Both Jean and Aimable shook their heads.
The young gentleman touched his cap politely, for though the woman was not fashionably dressed, she was distinguished in appearance, with an air of remoteness which gave her a kind of agreeable mystery. "Madame Landresse " said the young gentleman with deference. "Monsieur d'Avranche " responded the lady softly, pausing. "Did the Bailly make a stir?
During these three days of waiting he heard with grave concern a rumour that the great meeting of the States would be marked by Philip's betrothal with the Comtesse Chantavoine. He cared naught for the succession, but there was ever with him the remembrance of Guida Landresse de Landresse, and what touched Philip d'Avranche he had come to associate with her.
"If you want to flourish yourself, don't mind me," said he, and picking up the next account, he began reading: Mademoiselle Landresse, in the matter of the Burial of the Sieur de Mauprat, to Etienne Mahye, &c. Item The first words read by the apprentice had stilled the breaking storm of the Master's anger. It dissolved in a fragrant dew of proud reminiscence, profit, and scandal.
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