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He smiled, evilly; Matthiette sighed. " Well, thereby demonstrating nothing new," said Sieur Raymond.
Ah, no, ma mie; I put it to you fairly is it of greater import that a girl have her callow heart's desire than that a province go free of Monsieur War and Madame Rapine?" "Yes, but " said Matthiette. Sieur Raymond struck his hand upon the table with considerable heat. "Everywhere Death yawps at the frontier; will you, a d'Arnaye, bid him enter and surfeit?
Dimly, too, she seemed aware of a multitude of wide, incurious eyes which watched her from every corner, where panels snapped at times with sharp echoes. The night was well-nigh done when she arose. "After all," she said, wearily, "it is my manifest duty." Matthiette crept to the mirror and studied it.
" For," said the Sieur d'Arnaye, "man's flesh is frail, and the devil is very cunning to avail himself of the weaknesses of lovers." "Love!" Matthiette cried. "Ah, do not mock me, my uncle! There can be no pretence of love between Monsieur de Puysange and me. A man that I have never seen, that is to wed me of pure policy, may look for no Alcestis in his wife."
"Love one another, young people," said Sieur Raymond; "but do you, Matthiette, make ready to depart into Normandy as a true and faithful wife to Monsieur de Puysange." She stared into Raoul's laughing face; there was a kind of anguish in her swift comprehension. Quickly the two men who loved her glanced at each other, half in shame. But the Sieur d'Arnaye was not lightly dashed.
Of the six acknowledged children surviving him, only one was legitimate a daughter called Matthiette. The estate and title thus reverted to Raymond d'Arnaye, Noel's younger brother, from whom the present family of Arnaye is descended. Raymond was a far shrewder man than his predecessor.
Infinity waited a-tiptoe, tense for the coming miracle, and against this vast repression, her grief dwindled into irrelevancy: the leaves whispered comfort; each tree-bole hid chuckling fauns. Matthiette laughed.
She laughed, and hid it in the bosom of her gown, and fastened a cloak about her with impatient fingers. Then Matthiette crept down the winding stair that led to the gardens, and unlocked the door at the foot of it. A sudden rush of night swept toward her, big with the secrecy of dawn. The sky, washed clean of stars, sprawled above, a leaden, monotonous blank.
A lamp flickered upon the table. His shadow twitched and wavered about the plastered walls, a portentous mass of head upon a hemisphere of shoulders, as Raoul bent over a chest, sorting the contents, singing softly to himself, while Matthiette leaned upon the sill without, and the gardens of Arnaye took form and stirred in the heart of a chill, steady, sapphire-like radiance. Raymond Psychopompos
I content myself with advising you to pester my niece no more." Raoul spoke boldly. "She loves me," said he, standing very erect. Sieur Raymond glanced at Matthiette, who sat with downcast head. "H'm!" said he. "She moderates her transports indifferently well. Though, again, why not? You are not an ill-looking lad.
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