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I am taking the bitter with the sweet, and I assure you, gentlemen, that the bitter predominates in a very marked degree." "But this must not be," cried Lesperon, rising. "I know not what use you may have made of my name, but I have no reason to think that you can have brought discredit upon it, and so " "I thank you, monsieur, but "
Pardieu, there is no more respected a name in the whole of Gascony than that of Lesperon, and that you belong to so honourable a family is alone more than sufficient to warrant such slight favours as it may be in my power to show you." "You have my parole that I will attempt no escape, Monsieur le Capitaine," I answered, bowing may acknowledgment of his compliments.
Before Marsac could answer me, Castelroux was at my side. "A thousand apologies!" he laughed. "A fool might have guessed the errand that took you so quickly through that window, and none but a fool would have suspected you of seeking to escape. It was unworthy in me, Monsieur de Lesperon." I turned to him while those others still stood gaping, and led him aside.
They discussed it at some length, but always under the cloud in which my mysteriousness enveloped it, and, in the end, encouraged by my renewed assurances that I could best save myself if Lesperon were not taken with me, the Gascon consented to my proposals. Marsac was on his way to Spain. His sister, he told us, awaited him at Carcassonne.
"This to me, Chatellerault?" I gasped. "To you?" he blazed, stirred to a sudden passion. "What else did you expect, Monsieur de Lesperon?" I had it in me to give him the lie, to denounce him then for a low, swindling trickster. I understood all at once the meaning of this wondrous make-believe.
"Monsieur, I implore you " "Hear me out, mademoiselle!" he cried. Then in quieter voice he proceeded: "At present you love this Monsieur de Lesperon " "I shall always love him! Always, monsieur!" "Wait, wait, wait!" he exclaimed, annoyed by her interruption. "If he were to live, and you were to wed him and be daily in his company, I make no doubt your love might endure.
I would not tell you that I was leaving a sickroom for fear it would fill you with too great pain or too great hope." "How witty you are!" "Would you not be happy if I died?" "If you were in a dying state, somebody might have written for you Madame Lesperon or your uncle," speaking as if the persons were fabulous creatures.
And a note of disappointment crept into his voice. Before I could make him any answer, he had resumed. "No matter; Marcel de Bardelys is a gentleman, and party signifies little when a man is dying. I am Rene de Lesperon, of Lesperon in Gascony," he pursued. "Will you send word to my sister afterwards?" I bowed my head without speaking. "She is the only relative I have, monsieur.
As Rene de Lesperon I must remain, and turn to best account my sojourn, praying God meanwhile that this same Monsieur de Marsac might be pleased to refrain from visiting Lavedan whilst I was there. Of the week that followed my coming to Lavedan I find some difficulty in writing.
The first name that occurred to me was that of the poor wretch I had left in the barn half an hour ago, and so "I am," said I, "Monsieur de Lesperon, at your service." Too late I saw the mistake that I had made. I own it was a blunder that no man of ordinary intelligence should have permitted himself to have committed.
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