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Asked to wait a moment, I began to think it strange that I should be brought to so wretched a place, when I had merely a message for Mirepoix's ear about some gauntlets. I tried the door; I found it locked. Then I was terrified, and made a noise." We all nodded. We were busy building up theories or it might be one and the same theory to explain this. "Yes," I said, eagerly.
Standing beside the Marquis de Mirepoix a man of quiet bearing he was surrounded by a group of the great, among whom Mr. Nash naturally counted himself. The Beau was felicitating himself that the foreigners had not arrived a week earlier, in which case he and Bath would have been detected in a piece of gross ignorance concerning the French nobility making much of de Mirepoix's ex-barber.
I thought of the wakefulness which I had marked in the streets, the silent hurrying to and fro, the signs of coming strife, and contrasted these with the quietude and seeming safety of Mirepoix's house; and I hastily asked Pavannes at what time he had been arrested. "About an hour before midnight," he answered. "Then you know nothing of what is happening?" I replied quickly.
The shock over, I was left face to face with a possibility of wickedness such as I could never have suspected of myself. I remembered Mirepoix's distress and the priest's eagerness. I re-called the gruff warning Bezers even Bezers, and there was something very odd in Bezers giving a warning! had given Madame de Pavannes when he told her that she would be better where she was.
"The Pavannes," I made shift to say, "must have had five minutes' start." "More," Croisette answered, "if Madame and he got away at once. If all has gone well with them, and they have not been stopped in the streets they should be at Mirepoix's by now. They seemed to be pretty sure that he would take them in." "Ah!" I sighed. "What fools we were to bring madame from that place!
He fell into his lethargy again, and when they waked him, he said he did not know whether he could call himself obliged to them. I dined two days ago at Monsieur de Guerchy's, with the Count de Caraman, who brought me your letter. He seems a very agreeable man, and you may be sure, for your sake, and Madame de Mirepoix's, no civilities in my power shall be wanting.
She was easy and volatile, yet judicious and acute; sometimes profound and sometimes superficial. Madame de Mirepoix's understanding is excellent of the useful kind, and can be so when she pleases of the agreeable kind. She has read, but seldom shows it, and has perfect taste. Her manner is cold, but very civil; and she conceals even the blood of Lorraine, without ever forgetting it.
"It is the sign of the 'Hand and Glove, one door out of the Rue Platriere. I have been in Master Mirepoix's shop more than once before. I came here yesterday to deliver the message, leaving my maid in the street, and I was asked to come up stairs, and still up until I reached this room.
"Sometimes I think we do not understand him; and that after all there may be worse people in the world than Bezers." I looked hard at the lad, for that was not what I had meant. "Worse?" I said. "I do not think so. Hardly!" "Yes, worse," he replied, shaking his head. "Do you remember lying under the curtain in the box-bed at Mirepoix's?" "Of course I do! Do you think I shall ever forget it?"
There was the Vicomte de Mirepoix, who, a few years later, standing on the platform of the guillotine, laid a bet with M. de Miranges that his own blood would flow bluer than that of any other head cut off that day in France. Citizen Samson heard the bet made, and when De Mirepoix's head fell into the basket, the headsman lifted it up for M. de Miranges to see. The latter laughed.
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