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We heard voices and the ring of arms more than once. But our guide, without pausing, led us to a small room lighted by a hanging lamp. "I will inform M. de Pavannes of your arrival," he said respectfully, and passed behind a curtain, which seemed to hide the door of an inner apartment. As he did so the clink of glasses and the hum of conversation reached us.
Pavannes and I struggled only to get through the crowd to get on; but the efforts of those behind partly aiding and partly thwarting our own, presently forced us to a position whence we could not avoid seeing what was afoot. The street this side street was ablaze with light. From end to end every gable, every hatchment was glowing, every window was flickering in the glare of torches.
As the words fell on the sleepy silence, an insult in themselves, I sprang to my feet, amazed and angry, yet astounded by his quickness of sight and wit. He must have recognized the Pavannes badge at that distance. "M. le Vidame," I said indignantly Catherine was white and voiceless "M. le Vidame " but there I stopped and faltered stammering.
And and it meant more it meant that he was yet in danger, and still ignorant of the vow that unchained fiend Bezers had taken to have his life! In pursuing his namesake we had been led astray, how sadly I only knew now! And had indeed lost most precious time. "Your wife, M. de Pavannes" I began in haste, seeing the necessity of explaining matters with the utmost quickness. "Your wife is "
Madame de Pavannes cast on her a single doubtful glance, and then to my astonishment threw herself into her arms, mingling her sobs with little joyous cries of "Oh, Diane! oh, Diane!" "My poor little one!" the newcomer exclaimed, soothing her with tender touches on hair and shoulder. "You are safe now. Quite safe!" "You have come to take me away?" "Of course we have!"
And Mademoiselle's betrothed is I think a Huguenot, and has gone to Paris. Paris well, the air of Paris is not good for Huguenots, I am told." I saw Catherine shiver; indeed she was on the point of fainting, I broke in rudely, my passion getting the better of my fears. "M. de Pavannes can take care of himself, believe me," I said brusquely.
"Think!" he cried with fiery impatience. "What can any one think except that that villain Pavannes has himself planned his wife's abduction? Of course it is so! His wife out of the way he is free to follow up his intrigues at Caylus. He may then marry Kit or Curse him!" "No," I said sternly, "cursing is no good. We must do something more.
For behind him I could see Croisette; and Croisette gave me no sign of encouragement or support. So we stood face to face for a moment; the boy and the man of the world, the stripling and the ROUE. Then the Vidame bowed to me in quite a new fashion. "M. Anne de Caylus desires to answer for M. de Pavannes?" he asked smoothly; with a mocking smoothness. I understood what he meant.
Paris had proved itself more treacherous than we had even expected to find it. Everything and everyone shifted, and wore one face one minute, and one another. We had come to save Pavannes' life at the risk of our own; we found him to be a villain! Here was Mirepoix owning himself a treacherous wretch, a conspirator against a woman; we sympathised with him.
And then she said quite simply to us, "Boys, I am going to be married to M. de Pavannes." I fell flat on my back and spread out my arms. "Oh, Mademoiselle!" I cried reproachfully. "Oh, Mademoiselle!" cried Marie. And he fell flat on his back, and spread out his arms and moaned. He was a good brother, was Marie, and obedient. And Croisette cried, "Oh, mademoiselle!" too.
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