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The soldier did not move. "You are blocking my way, Monsieur," continued the other, sharply. "Not if it lies the other way." "This way, or that way, how does it concern you?" retorted the land baron. "If you seek further to annoy a lady whom you have already sufficiently wronged, it is any man's concern." "Especially if he has followed her across the country," sneered Mauville.
"My master is very ill; more so than I have known him to be in twenty years." "You have served the marquis so long?" said the visitor, pausing as he was leaving the room. "Do you remember the Saint-Prosper family?" "Well, Monsieur. General Saint-Prosper and my master were distant kinsmen and had adjoining lands." "Surely the marquis did not pass his time in the country?" observed Mauville.
"Yes; only an incident!" repeated the marquis. "Only an incident! I had almost forgotten it, but your conversation about players and your description of the actress brought it to mind. It had quite passed away; it had quite passed away! But the cards, Monsieur Mauville; the cards!" For several days, after rehearsals were over, the strollers were free to amuse themselves as they pleased.
The patroon's features glowed; his movements became quicker, and, executing a rapid parry, he lunged with a thrust so stealthy his blade was beaten down only as it touched the soldier's breast. Mauville smiled, but Barnes groaned inwardly, feeling his courage and confidence fast oozing from him. Neither he nor the other spectators doubted the result.
Seating himself absently on one of the public benches, Mauville removed his hat to allow the cool air to fan his brow.
Here the count, after this outburst, closed his eyes and seemed almost on the point of dropping off, but suddenly straightened himself. "Let's get the cards, or the dice, Mauville," he said, "or I'll fall into a doze. Such a demmed sleepy climate!"
New Orleans then did not belong to America. France was not so eager to sell her fair possessions in those days. I remember my father often speaking of the royal visit. The king even borrowed money, which" laughing "he forgot to pay!" The marquis' face was a study, as he returned stiffly: "Sir, it is a king's privilege to borrow." "It is his immortal prerogative," answered Mauville easily.
"Oh, Monsieur, I grieve my master is so ill he could not miss anything but his ailments! Those he would willingly dispense with. My poor master!" "There! Take your long, hypocritical face out of my sight!" said Mauville, curtly, at the same time handing him the promised reward, which François calmly accepted. A moment later, however, he drew himself up.
The roar of the multitude subsided, a storm dying in the distance; the ladies sank in their seats butterflies settling once more in the fields and Leduc, with drooping head, was led to the paddock, followed by a few fair adorers. "I placed the winner, Monsieur Mauville," piped the marquis. "Though the doctors told me the excitement would kill me! What folly!
Among those who had been lured to America by these enticing advertisements was an ancestor of Edward Mauville.
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