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She sprang toward me as if to protect me with her body from some menacing thrust. "They shall not kill you!" she cried, her eyes flashing blue fire. "They shall not! Mon dieu! is Lorance de Montluc so feeble a thing that she cannot save a serving-boy?" She fell back a pace, pressing her hands to her temples as if to stifle their throbbing. "It was my fault," she cried "it was all my fault.
My brother Henri was for getting himself into a monastery because he could not have his Margot. Yet in less than a year he is as merry as a fiddler with the Duchesse Katharine." "You have made me happy, to-night at least, monsieur," she answered gently, if not merrily. "It is the most foolish act of my life," Mayenne answered. "But it is for you, Lorance.
They are not far wrong then. Who are 'they, Petite Reine?" "Oh! Prince Alexis, and the Duc de Lorance, and mamma, and everybody. Is it true?" "Very true, my little lady." "Ah!" She gave a long sigh, looking pathetically at him, with her head on one side, and her lips parted; "I heard the Russian gentleman saying that you were ruined. Is that true, too?"
Did he come here to me and implore me to wed with him, I would send him away." Mayenne little imagined how truly she spoke; but he could not look in her eyes and doubt her honesty. "You are a good child, Lorance," he said. "I could wish your lover as docile." "He will not come here again," she cried. "He knows I am not for him. He gives it up, monsieur he takes himself out of Paris.
I have it by heart that you love me." "Lorance!" "But when you could not take me with honour you would not take me. Your house stands against us; you would not desert your house. Am I then to be false to mine?" "A woman belongs to her husband's house." "Aye, but she does not wed the enemy of her own. Monsieur, you are full of loyalty; shall I have none?
"Yes, I give you my word for that, too, Lorance," Mayenne added. "I have no quarrel with young Mar. His father has stirred up more trouble for me than any dozen of Huguenots; I have my score to settle with St. Quentin. But I have no quarrel with the son. I will not molest him." "Grand'merci, monsieur," she said, sweeping him another of her graceful obeisances.
Mme. de Mayenne glanced instinctively at her dressing-table's rich accoutrements, touched in spite of herself by such care of her belongings. "I had not suspected you maids of such fore-thought," she said with relenting. "I vow for once I am beholden to you. You did quite right, Lorance." Within the spider's web. Mademoiselle slipped softly out of the room, taking our hearts with her.
"Nom de dieu!" came Mayenne's shout from the back of the room. "What! Lorance!" He caught up the candelabrum and strode over to us. Mademoiselle stepped out into the council-room, I hanging back on the other side of the sill. She was as white as linen, but she lifted her head proudly. She had not the courage that knows no fear, but she had the courage that rises to the need.
This Lucas was an extraordinary compound of shrewdness and recklessness, one separating from the other like oil and vinegar in a sloven's salad. He could plan and toil and wait, to an end, with skill and fortitude and patience; but he could not govern his own gusty tempers. "You have been crying, Lorance," Mayenne said in a softer tone. "For my sins, monsieur," she answered quickly.
Quentin estate, whom the devil prompted to come up to town to-day. Mar sent him here to-night with a love-message to Lorance." "Oh," said Mayenne, slowly, "if it is a question of mademoiselle's love-affairs, it may be put off till to-morrow. It is plain to the very lackeys that you are jealous of Mar. But at present we are discussing l'affaire St. Quentin."
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