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So much was wise to promise to men who could draw conclusions so dexterously. "You shall have it," he said, and rose from his seat, this time unrestrained by the Norman's pressure. "There is my hand on it," he added. Cocardasse appeared not to perceive the extended hand as he slapped the hilt of his sword. "Here is my rapier, which answers for me." Peyrolles smiled sourly.
Peyrolles pointed to the far end of the alley in which they were standing. It was a dimmer alley than the others, for, in obedience to a suggestion of Peyrolles, Oriol had been busily engaged in putting out the lights. "At the end of this alley. He is waiting for you."
"As the princess had absolute control of the wealth of her dead husband, the Duke de Nevers, and as she promised to allow my master the use of her fortune as long as he " Again he paused, and Æsop interpolated: "Left her in peace." Peyrolles accepted the suggestion. "Exactly my master, who is a perfect gentleman, accepted the situation. Since that day they seldom meet, seldom speak.
Æsop spoke, contemptuously: "Peyrolles is a bungler. Leave it to me. I will find Lagardere for you and deal with him as he deserves before an hour has passed." Gonzague caught at his words eagerly. "You promise?" Æsop answered, proudly: "On the word of a hunchback. Before two o'clock I will bring you the news you wish for." Gonzague gave a cry of triumph. "Then ask and have your own reward."
They were married one year ago in the chapel of Caylus, and the only witnesses were Louis de Gonzague and his factotum, Monsieur Peyrolles, who has summoned us to this tryst." "Why were they secretly married?" asked the amorous Passepoil. Æsop answered him: "An old family feud between the houses of Nevers and Caylus. The marquis would rather kill his daughter than let her marry Louis de Nevers.
Peyrolles bowed. "I will do my best, monseigneur." "Good," said Gonzague. "I must wait upon his majesty. And upon the princess," he added. Gonzague, whose intimacy with the king always made him the first to be bidden to any special festivity, entered the tent unchallenged, and was warmly welcomed by Louis. Peyrolles remained outside, walking up and down, immersed in distasteful reflections.
"You are hearing the voice of Nature excellent." Æsop put in his word: "That mother has been looking for her child ever since." Peyrolles summed up the situation with a malign smile: "We believe we have found her." Flora began to catch the drift of the conversation, and was eager for more knowledge. "Go on go on! I always dreamed of being a great lady." Peyrolles raised a chastening finger.
And now if your highness will place those two fellows at my disposal, I will give them their instructions." The prince rose and turned to Peyrolles. "Send the men to Master Æsop," he commanded.
But the Gascon was not in the least abashed, and, while he grinned at the would-be great man with an air of veiled insolence that was excessively exasperating to Monsieur Peyrolles, he questioned again: "Who is our employer?" Again Peyrolles retorted: "That does not concern you."
"Pray be seated," he urged, suavely, blinking his pink eyelids and manifesting a deferential fear of the great man that he was very far indeed from feeling. Peyrolles looked about him half angrily, half frightened. He would have been glad to make his escape from that accursed chamber, but he had astuteness enough to see that there was no escape for him.
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