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Presently he came to an end, reread his letter, shook over the final writings some silver sand, then folded it and sealed it leisurely. When he had done he spoke to Peyrolles: "This letter is to go to his majesty. Send Doña Flora here. Stay! Who is in the antechamber?" Peyrolles answered with a bow: "The Chevalier Cocardasse and the Chevalier Passepoil, monseigneur."
The man's attitude of menace, the man's violent words, clearly alarmed Monsieur Peyrolles, who interrupted him nervously with a voice quavering with protestation: "No, no, you need not. Of course, not too proud. Delighted." Æsop dropped into his seat again. "That's better. Your health." He lifted the glass to his lips as he spoke and slowly drained it.
Every day he requested, very courteously, through Monsieur Peyrolles, permission to wait upon the princess, and every day the princess, also through a servant, expressed her regret that the state of her health would not allow her the pleasure of receiving his highness. So it had been through the years since Louis de Nevers was done to death in the moat of Caylus.
As he spoke he tossed the bag over to Staupitz, who caught it dexterously and put it in his pocket. On this Peyrolles made to rise, and again found that the hand of Passepoil, obedient to a glance from Cocardasse, descended upon his shoulder and nailed him to his place. "Wait," said Cocardasse, amiably, "we must have some surety for the lave of the money." "Is not my word enough?"
"We are all attention," he declared; and Passepoil, faithful echo by his side, murmured, "We are all attention," and allowed himself to wonder what had become of Martine, and to regret that business did not permit him to go to look for her. Peyrolles began to explain. "Wait in the moat to-night at ten o'clock." Staupitz interrupted him. "Ten o'clock?" he cried.
Monsieur Peyrolles told me to bring nine of my babies, and nine we must be, and nine we should be at this moment if our truants were at hand." At this moment Saldagno set down his beaker. "I hear footsteps," he said.
"Peyrolles will come for you presently," he said. "Peyrolles will tell you what to do. Obey him implicitly." Flora made him another courtesy. "Yes, monseigneur," she faltered, and, turning, ran swiftly to the caravan and disappeared within its depths.
The magnificent gentleman addressed him with a certain air of condescension in his voice: "Good-morning, Æsop. You are punctual. A merit." Æsop, without rising or showing any deference in his manner, answered with a scarcely veiled note of insolence in his voice: "Good-morning, Monsieur Peyrolles. You are not punctual. A defect. Sit down."
Passepoil appealed to him, pathetically: "Can you ever forgive us?" "Yes," Lagardere answered "yes, on one condition. There is a snake in this garden. Kill him for me." Cocardasse gave a grin of appreciation. "Peyrolles it is."
Peyrolles was thoroughly interested, and leaned eagerly across the table. "Then you think you have found her?" Æsop grinned at him maliciously. "As good as found her. I have found a girl who may be come, let's put a bold face on it and say must be Nevers's daughter. I told you so much in my letter."
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