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Montluc, Bishop of Valence, and that wise and learned statesman, the Cardinal of Tournon, stood godfathers a few years later to his twin boys; and what was of still more solid worth to him, Cardinal Tournon took him to Antwerp, Bordeaux, Bayonne, and more than once to Rome; and in these Italian journeys of his he collected many facts for the great work of his life, that "History of Fishes" which he dedicated, naturally enough, to the cardinal.
He had magnified the subject with a view to forming a legend and to taking advantage of some rich, unversed amateur. On the other hand, if the name of Montluc meant absolutely nothing to him, it was not the same with the direct and brutal allusion which his interlocutor had made to the war of 1859. It is always a thorn in the flesh of those of our neighbors from beyond the Alps who do not love us.
Again the shout rose from below, and Montluc rasped out: "Come, De Ganache, two looks are enough!" "I'll give you three to do it in, Monsieur de Montluc," I burst forth, and shaking Sarlaboux off stepped up to the General. "You!" he snarled. "Monsieur," I exclaimed, "this will cover you with shame! This is the act of a tiger, not a man. Forbear! for the sake of your own fame, your own honour."
His next accusation brought the blood in scarlet flags to her pale cheeks; she made him no answer but burned him with her indignant eyes. "Mordieu, monsieur!" Lucas cried. "This is Mlle. de Montluc." "Then why did you come?" demanded Mayenne. "Because I had done harm to the lad and was sorry," she said.
She had told Montluc she would escape at the first chance. She had made the attempt this very day, but had apparently accepted defeat. Shortly after coming to the inn there had been a decided change in her manner. Then she had grown friendly again, and finding this fail her had broken out into open defiance.
At last we halted before a door, and here to the knock we heard a sharp "Enter." Stepping in, I found myself before Montluc, and apologised for appearing in the drenched condition I was in. He took no notice of me, however, but kept walking up and down the cabinet like a tiger.
And as the lackeys dragged me back to the door, I heard Mlle. de Montluc saying: "Oh, M. de Latour, what have I done in destroying your knave of diamonds! Ma foi, you had a quatorze!" In the oratory. "Here, Pierre!" M. de Brie called to the head lackey, "here's a candidate for a hiding. This is a cub of that fellow Mar's. He reckoned wrong when he brought his insolence into this house.
I was waked by a light in my face, and, all a-quiver, sprang up to meet my doom. But it was not the duke or any of his hirelings who bent over me, candle in hand; it was Mlle. de Montluc. "Oh, my boy, my poor boy!" she cried pitifully, "I could not save you the flogging; on my honour, I could not. It would have availed you nothing had I pleaded for you on my bended knees."
I just told you how that trip cost him his mistress." "What," said Montfanon, "in Poland? I saw him this morning as plainly as I see you. He passed the Fountain du Triton in a cab. If I had not been in such haste to reach Ribalta's in time to save the Montluc, I could have stopped him, but we were both in too great a hurry." "You are sure that Gorka is in Rome Boleslas Gorka?" insisted Dorsenne.
Meanwhile the duke of Marlborough ordered all his troops to enter the lines; and extended his right towards the great Geete before Tirlemont, where the enemy had left the battalion of Montluc, which surrendered at discretion.
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