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And so she has gone, and gone masked, too, with Monsieur de Lorgnac in attendance not a soul else and I have been left here ah!" And she stamped her little foot. "One cannot even hear the music. Oh! it is a grave, this place a grave!" "Faith! I know those who would think this little waiting-room a heaven." "Who?" She was a good girl, but a coquette to her finger-tips, and the bait took.
And Le Brusquet looked back at the gate through which we had passed. It lay on the other side of the pontlevis the fosse between us and was of angular shape, surmounted by a statue of Charles V. of France, and, as De Lorgnac said, was already doomed to destruction to make way for the improvements contemplated by the King.
As luck would have it, I met both him and De Lorgnac face to face as I was crossing the inner courtyard, and drawing them aside explained matters to them in a few brief words.
Eagerly I ran my eyes over it, De Lorgnac bending over my shoulder and reading with me. It was correct in every particular, signed by the King, and sealed by Bertrandi. As I folded the pardon up, with an inward prayer of thanks to God, La Valentinois asked again: "It is correct, is it not?" "Perfectly, madame." "Now for your, or rather the Queen's share, of this business. Give me my letters!"
And I put Lizette down the slope; but De Lorgnac called out after me: "He is lost if he does that he will meet the marsh of Brunoy, and must come back keep to the road!" And, ding, dong, we galloped on the white track, white with dust ourselves, our gallant horses kept up by their own matchless courage, and by that alone.
Foot by foot De Lorgnac drew from me, the great grey going like a stag; but still Simon held the front, and we gained not a yard on him. Already we could see the Porte St. Michel lying open before us; and now Simon looked back once more, and pointed at the gate, laughing in triumph as he did so. It was then that my gallant Lizette made a supreme effort.
"But it is true," said De Lorgnac. "It appears to me," I said, "that my departure for Italy will be a little delayed." "If you were as superstitious as I am," and Le Brusquet smiled as he spoke, "you would say that departure is a dream of the past." "Why?" "Eh bien, a month ago, you left Paris from this very house never to return, and here you are back again!
I thought so. I know them all, monsieur. First there is Messire Blaise de Lorgnac, the lieutenant " "Maître Barou, it will take till to-morrow to go over the names. What is your price?" "Ho! ho! messire, you grow impatient. 'Tis Aranguez plate this, as you may see the best work of Spain, down to the buckles.
The harlot of France is by his side " And he stopped, almost breaking down. "Lorgnac, I am going there." "It is useless. Le Brusquet is there. Come with me!" But I turned on him fiercely. "I am going," I repeated, and, perhaps, he read what was in my heart, for he put his arm through mine. "Come, then. I will come with you."
Her devilish cunning had overreached itself, and she sat there a pitiable object, with the ruin she had herself caused around her. I gave her one look, and turned to De Lorgnac. "There is just time. We may just do it. Come!" And leaving the miserable woman with her sin we hurried from the room.
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