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Crouching on the oratory floor she had been in a panic lest they find her. But in the moment of discovery she faced them unflinching. "You spying here, Lorance!" Mayenne stormed at her. "I did not come here to spy, monsieur," she answered. "I was here first, as you see. Your presence was as unlooked for by me as mine by you."
"Ah, monsieur, perhaps your life is nothing to you. But it is more to me than tongue can tell." "My love, my love!" He snatched her into his arms; she held away from him to look him beseechingly in the face, her little clutching hands on his shoulders. "Oh, you will go! you will go!" "Only if you come with me. Lorance, it is such a little way! Only to meet me in the next square.
"Trust me for that." "Then came you here?" "Not at once. I tracked Mar and this Broux to Mar's old lodgings at the Three Lanterns. When I had dogged them to the door I came here and worked upon Lorance to write Mar a letter commanding his presence. For I thought that the night was yet young and to-morrow he might be out of my reach.
If Lorance loves Mar to-day, she will love some one else to-morrow, and some one else still the day after to-morrow. It is not worth while disturbing yourself about it." "She will not love any one else," Lucas said hoarsely. Mayenne laughed. "You are very young, Paul." "She shall not love any one else! By the throne of heaven, she shall not!" Mayenne went on laughing.
He held out his arms to her, and she let him kiss both her cheeks. "I will conduct you to the staircase, mademoiselle," he said, and taking her hand with stately politeness led her from the room. The light seemed to go from it with the gleam of her yellow gown. "Lorance!" Lucas cried to her, but she never turned her head.
Indeed, so she did, for her eyes were shining with excitement, while the colour that M. Étienne had kissed into them still flushed her cheeks. "If I do," she made quick answer, "it is because, the more I think on it, the surer I grow that my loving cousin will not break my heart." "I want a word with you, Lorance," Mayenne said quietly. "As many as you like, monsieur," she replied promptly.
Monsieur, if I was foolish and frightened and indiscreet, do not punish the lad for my wrong-doing." Mayenne was still holding out his hand for her. "I wish you sweet dreams, my cousin Lorance." "Monsieur," she cried, shrinking back till she stood against the door-jamb, "will you not let the boy go?"
He half lifted his sword, only to lower it again, till at last his good sense came to his relief in a laugh. "M. de Mar, it appears that, after all, some explanations are necessary. You think that in declining to fight you put me in your debt. Possibly you are right. But if you expect that in gratitude I shall hand over Lorance de Montluc, you were never more mistaken.
Tell him I would willingly save him alive, for the sake of the love he once bore me. But as for any answering love in my bosom, I have not one spark. Tell him to go find a new mistress at St. Denis. He might as well cry for the moon as seek to win Lorance de Montluc." "That may be true," I said; "but all the same he will try.
Mayenne broke into laughter. "Nom d'un chien, where will you keep her? In the Bastille? Lorance and no lovers! Ho, ho!" "I mean none whom she favours." "Then why do you leave Mar alive? She adores the fellow," Mayenne said. I had no idea whether he really thought it or only said it to annoy Lucas. At any rate it had its effect.
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