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It was now my turn to speak. I would not be behind, come what might, though my lips were parched with mental trouble. I said, 'Are we indeed too late? Lecamus must have deceived himself. To this there came no echo and no reply, which would be a relief, you may suppose; but it was not so.
"Inasmuch as the king our master does us the favor to sign my daughter's marriage contract," cried Lallier, "I will pay the whole price of the manor." "The ladies may sit down," said the young king, graciously: "As a wedding present to the bride I remit, with my mother's consent, all my dues and rights in the manor." Old Lecamus and Lallier fell on their knees and kissed the king's hand.
"If my mother consents, we will now sit down to table," said the little king. Old Lecamus had bethought himself of presenting to the king a silver goblet which he had bought of Benvenuto Cellini when the latter stayed in Paris at the hotel de Nesle. This treasure of art had cost the furrier no less than two thousand crowns.
The mutual position of the ambitious widow of Henri II. and the ambitious house of Lorraine was pictured, as it were, to the eye by a scene which took place on the terrace of the chateau de Blois very early in the morning of the day on which Christophe Lecamus was destined to arrive there.
Christophe seemed so thoroughly a shopkeeper that the officer imparted that conviction to the captain of the Scotch guard, who came in from the courtyard to question Lecamus, all the while watching him covertly and narrowly. However much Christophe Lecamus had been warned, it was impossible for him to really apprehend the cold ferocity of the interests between which Chaudieu had slipped him.
I thought I could almost perceive the gate, with Madame Dupin seated under the battlements, her charming figure relieved against the gloom, and that poor Lecamus lying, with his papers fluttering at her feet. This was the last thing I was conscious of. I went with my husband to the city gate.
Christophe Lecamus, an ardent young man about twenty-two years old, was standing on the sill of the shop-door, apparently watching the apprentices.
'M. Lecamus. is it for this that they have come? His head had begun to droop again, and a dimness came over his face. 'Do I know? he said. 'It was them I longed for, not to know their errand; but I have not yet said all. You are to send two two whom you esteem the highest to speak with them face to face. Then at once there rose a tumult among the people an eagerness which nothing could subdue.
"Oh! my dear mother, see this beautiful work!" cried the young king, lifting the goblet by its stem. "It was made in Florence," replied Catherine. "Pardon me, madame," said Lecamus, "it was made in Paris by a Florentine. All that is made in Florence would belong to your Majesty; that which is made in France is the king's."
"Don't cry out in that way, it is like a burgher who knows nothing of the court, but go at once to Ambroise and find out from him what he intends to do to save the king's life. If there is anything decided on, come back to me at once, and tell me the treatment in which he has such faith." "But " said Lecamus. "Obey blindly, my dear friend; otherwise you will get your mind bewildered."
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