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Updated: May 31, 2025
There were good and bad among them, of course, but I was there in the entourage of one who was no politician, which was just my own case, and I saw but the convivial of my exiled countrymen in their convivial hours. Politics! In these days I would scunner at the very word, if you know what that means, M. Montaiglon.
"Faith, and that's very true," consented the Chamberlain, laughing softly. "I take it not amiss myself if it's proffered in the right way which is to say, for the qualities I know I have, and not for the imaginary ones. As I was saying, give me the simple heart and honesty; they're not very rife in our own sex, and " "Even there, monsieur, I can be generous enough," said Montaiglon.
"What, gone!" said Montaiglon, incapable of restraining his irony. "Not all of them?" "O Lord! but this is the nicht!" cried the little servant who carried the lantern. "I micht hae bided a' my days in Fife and never kent what war was.
There was something besides fear in the appeal, there was alarm of another sort that made Montaiglon pause and look the servitor in the eyes. He found confusion there as well as alarm at the furore outside and the imminent danger of the castle. "I wish to God he was here himser," said Mungo helplessly, but still he did not relinquish his hold of Count Victor's sleeve.
"It's gey gash this!" whispered the little man. "And the tide in, too! And the oor sae late!" These sinister circumstances seemed to pile upon his brain till his knees bent below the weight of accumulated terror, and Montaiglon must smile at fears not all unreasonable, as he felt himself. "Oh! better late than never is not that the proverb, Master Mungo?" said he.
"Three-fourths of one at least," said Montaiglon; "for I try my best to be a decent man," and he daintily and deliberately turned up his sleeve upon an arm as white as milk. "I'm waiting," said the Chamberlain. "So! en garde!" said his antagonist, throwing off his hat and putting up his weapon. There was a tinkle of steel like the sound of ice afloat in a glass.
MacTaggart!" cried the Duke in a comical expostulation. "And partly to this unfortunate friend of mine, who must fancy us a singularly garrulous race this side of the German Ocean. May I introduce M. Montaiglon, who is at the inn below, and whom it has been my good fortune to meet for the first time to-night?"
Madam, may I have the pleasure of introducing to you M. Montaiglon?" and Sim Mac-Taggart looked in her eyes with some impatience, for she hung just a second too long upon his fingers, and pinched ere she released them. She was delighted to make monsieur's acquaintance.
The third in front turned like a viper when Count Victor's clutch came on his waist, and drove out with his feet. The act was his own undoing. It met with no resistance, and the impetus of his kick carried him off the balance and threw him on the top of his confederates below. "Trois!" said Montaiglon.
"Boar's den?" repeated Montaiglon interrogatively. "The head of the pig is his Grace's cognisance. Clan Diarmaid must have got it first by raiding in some Appin stye, as Petullo my doer down-by says. He is like most men of his trade, Petullo; he is ready to make his treasonable joke even against the people who pay him wages, and I know he gets the wages of the Duke as well as my fees.
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