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At ten o'clock that night Jack stepped from the ballroom to the terrace of the Château Morteyn and listened to the distant murmur of the river Lisse, below the meadow. The day of horror had ended with a dozen dropping shots from the outposts, now lining the banks of the Lisse from the Château de Nesville to Morteyn.
We have it on good authority that "'tis best to begin with a little aversion." I ought to have known that a daughter of Ellaline de Nesville and Frederic Lethbridge couldn't develop into the star-high being this girl has seemed to me; and I must make the best of it that she's something less in soul than, in my first burst of astonished admiration, I was inclined to appraise her.
Then, turning to an aid, "Place a sentry at the next door. When the lady awakes, call me." "Thank you," said Jack. He lingered a moment and then continued: "If I am shot in the woods if I don't return General Chanzy will take charge of Mademoiselle de Nesville, for my uncle's sake. They are sword-brothers." "I accept the responsibility," said the old general, gravely.
They said that an heir had been born dead; and they mourned for their dead son. It was only a daughter. She is alive; she loves me, and, God forgive me, I hate her for defeating my just vengeance. "And I call her Lorraine de Nesville." The long evening shadows were lengthening among the trees; sleepy birds twitted in dusky thickets; Lorraine slept.
I wish to look out of that turret window. Come also you must know what to expect." Astonished, almost angry, the Marquis de Nesville followed him to the turret window. "Oh," said Jack, softly, staring out into the sunshine, "it is time, is it not, that we knew what was going on along the frontier? Look there!"
"Saddle Faust at once," he said. "Have the troops all gone?" "All, monsieur; the last of the cavalry passed three hours ago; the Emperor drove away half an hour later with Lulu " "Eh?" "The prince pardon, monsieur they call him Lulu in Paris." "Hurry," said Jack; "I want that horse at once." Ten minutes later he was galloping furiously down the forest road towards the Château de Nesville.
He sent for coffee and muffins and made a hasty breakfast, looking out of the window at times for signs of his aunt and Lorraine. The maid said that Madame de Morteyn had driven to Saint-Lys with the marquis, and that Mademoiselle de Nesville had gone to her room.
And he had laid hands on him and had flung him senseless at the feet of the Man of December! He could scarcely button his collar, his fingers trembled so. Perhaps he had killed the Marquis de Nesville. Sick at heart, he finished dressing, buttoned his coat, flung a cap on his head, and stole out into the darkness. On the terrace below he saw a groom carrying a lantern, and he went out hastily.
"Who is in command here?" asked Jack, turning to a handsome dragoon officer who stood leaning on his sabre, the horse-hair crinière blowing about his helmet. "Why, General Farron!" said the officer in surprise. "Farron!" repeated Jack; "is he back from Africa, here in France here at Morteyn?" "He is at the Château de Nesville," said the officer, smiling. "You seem to know him, monsieur."
They had not all left the Emperor, when, suddenly, Jack heard behind him the voice of the Marquis de Nesville, cold, sneering, ironical. "Oh," he said, seeing Jack standing by the door, "can you tell me where I may find the Emperor of the French? I am sent for." Turning on the aide-de-camp at his side: "This gentleman courteously notified me that the Emperor desired my presence.
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