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I am perfectly acquainted with Monsieur de Chatellerault, and he with me, and if he were to speak the truth and play the man and the gentleman for once, he would tell you that I am, indeed, Bardelys. But Monsieur le Comte has ends of his own to serve in sending me to my doom. It is in a sense through his agency that I am at present in this position, and that I have been confounded with Lesperon.
Unless I acted quickly blood would assuredly be shed. I was the one man who could explain matters, and it was a mercy for Lesperon that I should have been at hand in the hour of his meeting that fire-eater Marsac. I forgot the circumstances in which I stood to Castelroux; I forgot everything but the imminent necessity that I should intervene.
Roxalanne coloured to the roots of her hair. The Vicomte frowned. "Waiting for me, my mother? But why for me?" "Answer my question where have you been?" "I was with Monsieur de Lesperon," she answered simply. "Alone?" the Vicomtesse almost shrieked. "But yes." The poor child's tones were laden with wonder at this catechism. "God's death!" she snapped. "It seems that my daughter is no better than "
You may be asking more than is in my power to grant. What can you advance to show that I should be justified in proceeding as you wish?" "Helas, monsieur, I can advance nothing but my prayers and the assurance that a hideous mistake is being made." "What is your interest in this Monsieur de Lesperon?" "He is not Monsieur de Lesperon," she cried.
"And at the time of your arrest, upon being apprehended as Rene de Lesperon, you offered no repudiation of the identity; on the contrary, when Monsieur de Castelroux called for Monsieur de Lesperon, you stepped forward and acknowledged that you were he." "Pardon, monsieur. What I acknowledged was that I was known by that name."
With a mental apology to the shade of the departed Lesperon for all the discredit I was bringing down upon his name, I broke the seal of that momentous epistle, which enclosed a length of some thirty-two inches of string. A rich beginning, in all faith!
"And God pity me! I must pay it. I must, for if he dies I shall have his blood upon my conscience!" Then she checked her grief, and her voice grew almost stern in the restraint she set upon herself. "If I give you my promise to wed you hereafter say in six months' time what proof will you afford me that he who is detained under the name of Lesperon shall go free?"
Here was one coming to Lavedan who knew Lesperon one who would unmask me and say that I was an impostor. What would happen then? A spy they would of a certainty account me, and that they would make short work of me I never doubted. But that was something that troubled me less than the opinion Mademoiselle must form. How would she interpret what I had said that day?
"Oh, no, no!" she cried, and her voice was of horror and despair. "You do not mean that " She stopped short; and then, after a pause, it was the Count who finished the sentence for her. "I mean, mademoiselle, that this Lesperon must die!"
"Monsieur de Lesperon," said he, in a very formal voice, "do you wish me to apprehend that you have put me through this catechism for the purpose of casting a doubt upon what I have said?" "But have I done that? Have I cast a doubt?" I asked, with the utmost meekness. "So I apprehend." "Then you apprehend amiss. Your words, I assure you, admit of no doubt whatever.
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