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It will not be until the fighting is over that the negotiations for the exchange of prisoners will begin." The next morning the Marquis de Pignerolles went off early to the headquarters of the commandant; and Rupert remained chatting with the family of his host. Two hours later he returned.
"They all go out at last," he said, "but unless they tell what they are wanted to tell, they go no other way." Five minutes later Rupert was again locked up in his cell, when he was, in the afternoon of the same day, visited by the governor, who asked if he would say where he had taken Mademoiselle Pignerolles. "You may as well answer," he said. "You will never go out alive unless you do."
Supper was quickly laid for the four gentlemen; a barrel of wine was broached for the troops, and what provisions were in the house were handed over to them. "Now let us look at you," the Marquis de Pignerolles said, as they entered the brightly lighted room. "Ah, you are a man now; but your face has little changed scarcely at all." "I am scarcely a man yet," Rupert said, laughing.
"I stopped to get rid of a stone in my horse's hoof," he said. "If I had only had a fight for it I should not have minded, but not even to have the pleasure of exchanging a pass or two with one of you gentlemen is hard indeed." "It is just as well that you did not," one of the officers said, "for Monsieur le Marquis de Pignerolles is probably the best swordsman in our army."
The first intimation that was given of the jealousy with which the Duc de Carolan and others regarded Rupert, was a brief order that the Marquis de Pignerolles received from the king to retire with his prisoner to Paris; an intimation being given that although the marquis would as heretofore be received at court, yet that Rupert was not to leave the circuit of the walls of Paris.
A prisoner of war more or less makes but little difference, and there will never be any fuss about it." Soon after dusk on the evening of the 13th of October, Adele de Pignerolles was sitting alone in a large room in the house of Madame de Soissons. A wood fire was blazing, and even in that doubtful light it might have been seen that the girl's eyes were swollen with crying.
"As it is we can follow this road for thirty miles, as if going to La Rochelle, and then strike up for a forty miles ride across to Nantes." "Well thought of, indeed," Monsieur de Pignerolles said. "Adele, this future lord and master of yours is as long headed as he is long limbed." Adele laughed happily.
The very day after their return, Rupert mooted to the marquis the subject of an early marriage, but the latter said at once: "I must first take a place for Adele to be married from. Mademoiselle Adele de Pignerolles must not be married like the daughter of a little bourgeois. Moreover, Rupert, it is already near the end of the year.
"Which is the Marquis de Pignerolles?" one of the others said. "He who has just ridden by. He was colonel of my regiment, and I know him as well as I do you." "It can't be him, Pierre. I saw Louis Godier yesterday, he has come home on leave he belongs to this town, you know wounded at Lille. He was telling me about the siege, and he said that the marquis was taken prisoner by the English."
Three hours later, Rupert set out with the Marquis of Pignerolles and two troopers. After two days ride through Belgium they reached Valenciennes, where the uniform of Rupert, in the scarlet and bright cuirass of the British dragoons, excited much attention, for British prisoners were rare in France.
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