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Well, it is time that you met with a little success and settled down, for you have worked hard, Juan, my friend, and you are getting old yes, Juan, you are getting old. Bah! what a hole and what weather!" and Montalvo established himself by the fireside to doze away his ennui.
"Sir," said Montalvo, with a sudden sternness, "an officer and a gentleman cannot treat a debt of honour thus; but," he added with a little laugh, "if another gentleman chances to be good enough to charge a debt of honour for a debt of honour, the affair is different.
In fact, had it suited his purpose, Montalvo was prepared, at a moment's notice, to become Lutheran or Calvinist, or Mahomedan, or Mystic, or even Anabaptist; on the principle, he would explain, that it is easy for the artist to paint any picture he likes upon a blank canvas.
Of course there remained the possibility of wealthy marriage, which in a country like the Netherlands, that was full of rich heiresses, was not difficult to a high-born, handsome, and agreeable man of the ruling Spanish caste. Indeed, after many chances and changes the time had come at length when Montalvo must either marry or be ruined.
There was a silence while the domestics began their service, of which Montalvo took opportunity to study the room, the table and the guests.
I am going to walk in the courtyard," and away he went, for the moment, at any rate, forgetting all about Elsa and the love potion. Never since that day when, many years before, she had bought the safety of the man she loved by promising herself in marriage to his rival, had Lysbeth slept so ill as she did upon this night. Montalvo was alive.
I think it will be less awkward for you." So, as flight was impossible, for he held her by the foot, and an instinct told her that, especially to the man she loved, the only thing to do was to make light of the affair, Lysbeth said "Dirk, Cousin Dirk, I think you know this is the Honourable Captain the Count Juan de Montalvo."
Martin heard, and by way of answer lifted up his prisoner so that the fading light from the balcony windows fell full upon his face. "What!" she cried. "Juan de Montalvo as well as his son Adrian, and in this room " Then she checked herself and added, "Foy, tell me your story." In few words and brief he told it, or so much as she need know to understand.
In those days, nearly everybody drank too much liquor, at any rate at feasts, and this company was no exception. Even Montalvo, his game being won and the strain on his nerves relaxed, partook pretty freely, and began to talk in proportion to his potations.
"After after the usual painful preliminaries to discover accomplices, I presume the stake, but possibly, as he has the freedom of Leyden, he might get off with hanging." "Is there no escape?" Montalvo walked to the window, and looking out of it remarked that he thought it was going to snow. Then suddenly he wheeled round, and staring hard at Lysbeth asked,
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