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The moment having come for my departure, and Michelot awaiting me already with the horses in the courtyard, M. de Canaples left us to seek the letter which I was to carry to his Eminence. So soon as the door had closed upon him, Andrea came forward, leading his bride by the hand, and asked me to wish them happiness.
At last, moved by some power that was greater than my will, I stooped and pressed those shapely fingers to my lips. Then I stepped suddenly back and closed the carriage door, oppressed by a feeling akin to that of having done an evil deed. "Have I your permission to say a word to my servant, M. le Lieutenant?" I inquired. He bowed assent, whereat, stepping close up to the horror-stricken Michelot
His cloak was wet and his boots splashed, which told me both that he had come afoot and that it rained. "There are no duties that bid me rise," I answered sourly. He frowned at that, then, divesting himself of his cloak, he gave it to Michelot, who, at a sign from me, withdrew. No sooner was the door closed than the boy's whole manner changed.
Walking between the pair, I drew them some twenty paces away from the group by the water, towards a certain thicket in which I had bidden Michelot await me.
I never yet saw one of these curs shoot straight." "No, no, obey me, Michelot. Think of Mademoiselle. Go! Adieu! If we should not meet again, mon brave," I finished, as I seized his loyal hand, "what few things of mine are at the hostelry shall belong to you, as well as what may be left of this money. It is little enough payment, Michelot, for all your faithfulness "
An hour after I had quitted the Hotel de Luynes, Michelot and I left Paris by the barrier St. Michel and took the Orleans road. How different it looked in the bright June sunshine, to the picture which it had presented to our eyes on that February evening, four months ago, when last we had set out upon that same journey! Not only in nature had a change been wrought, but in my very self.
The coach came to a standstill, and through the window I beheld the shadowy forms of several mounted men, and the feeble glare of a lantern. "Who travels in the carriage, knave?" came the voice again. "Mademoiselle de Canaples," answered Michelot; then, like a fool, he must needs add: "Have a care whom you knave, my master, if you would grow old."
First I must warn the Chevalier afterwards I would deal with St. Auban. Someone knocked at that moment, and with the entrance of Michelot, my talk with Montresor came perforce to an end. For Michelot brought me the news that for days I had been awaiting; Madame de Chevreuse had returned to Paris at last.
"I am told that he has journeyed hither, and that he is here at present. Am I rightly informed?" I determined to remain where I was, and hear that conversation to the end. "There is a gentleman here," answered the host, "but I am ignorant of his name. I will inquire." "You may spare yourself the trouble," Michelot interposed. "That is not the gentleman's name. I am his servant."
"On, Michelot, on!" I shouted, spurring my horse forward. Then, in answer to their master's call, the two ruffians who had been doing duty as grooms came pounding into the field. "Ride to meet them, Michelot!" I cried. Obediently he wheeled to the left, and I caught the swish of his sword as it left the scabbard. St. Auban was now hurrying towards the river with his party.
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