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"But I have put no money in a lottery," objected Gaydon. "Nor I," said Misset. "And where should I find money either?" said O'Toole. "But Charles Wogan has borrowed it for us and paid it in, and so we're all rich men. What'll I buy with it?" Misset paced the room. "The paper came four days ago?" he said. "Yes, in the morning." "Five days, then," and he stood listening.
The berlin was brought round to the door; the Princess, rosy with sleep, stepped into it; Wogan had brought with him a muff, and he slipped it over Clementina's feet to keep her warm during the night; Misset took Gaydon's place, and the postillion cracked his whip and set off towards Trent.
Misset broke into the room with a face as discomposed as Gaydon's had been. "Here's another who has heard the same rumour," said Wogan. "It is more than a rumour," said Misset. "It is an order, and most peremptory, from the Court of France, forbidding any officer of Dillon's regiment to be absent for more than twenty-four hours from his duties on pain of being broke. Our secret's out.
It seemed that he was falling asleep, but he suddenly sat up and beat on the table with his fist. "I have eaten nothing since the morning. Ah gallows-birds flayed alive, and hanged no, hanged and flayed alive no, that's impossible." He drank off the wine which Misset had poured out for him, and rose from his chair. "Where's the landlord? I want supper.
"Try some more water," said Misset, and again he filled up the glass. The courier drank it all in a single draught, and stood winking his eyes and shaking his head. "That warms a man," said he. "It does one good;" and again he called for the landlord, and this time in a strange voice. The landlord still lagged, however, and Misset did not doubt that Wogan had found a means to detain him.
"But can we trust her with the secret?" asked Gaydon. "No!" exclaimed Misset, and he rose angrily from his chair. "My wife's maid O'Toole O'Toole my wife's maid. Did ever one hear the like?" "My friend," said O'Toole, quietly, "it seems almost as if you wished to reflect upon Jenny's character, which would not be right." Misset looked angrily at O'Toole, who was not at all disturbed.
However, Gaydon consoled himself with the reflection that it was none of his business. But Gaydon was out of his reckoning. There were no fairy tales told for Misset to overhear, and the Princess Clementina slept in her corner of the carriage. If a jolt upon a stone wakened her, a movement opposite told her that her sentinel was watchful and alert.
"Madam, I beg you to believe me, there is no one;" and casting about for a sure argument to dispel her conjectures, he said on an impulse, "Listen; I will make your Highness a confidence." He stopped, to make sure that Gaydon and Mrs. Misset were still asleep. Then he laughed uneasily like a man that is half-ashamed and resumed, "I am lord and king of a city of dreams.
Misset left his wife at Colmar, but returned every twenty-four hours himself. They made the excuse that Misset had won a deal of money at play and was minded to lay it out in presents to his wife.
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