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"You are pleasant, Sire Mallet," said Godrith, reddening; "but I know well that Latin is only fit for monks and shavelings; and little enow even they have to boast of." The Norman's lip curled in disdain. "Latin! O, Godree, bien aime! Latin is the tongue of Caesars and senators, fortes conquerors and preux chevaliers.
For my mother I fully believe, as for "Hilda," Hugh was the epitome of all that was fine, splendid and joyous in life. He was the glorious knight, the "preux chevalier" "sans peur et sans reproche," who rode forth at dawn with clean sword and shining armour, and all the world before him, yet keeping his heart for ever in his home.
He smiled back upon her, but there was the light of something deeper than mirth in his eyes. "I call you my bird of Paradise," he said. "How pretty!" said Chris. "Quite poetical, preux chevalier! You may go on calling me that if you like, but it's too long for general use. And what shall I call you? Tell me your Christian name." "Bertrand, mademoiselle." She held up an admonitory finger. "Chris!"
"So you have come to see me? Here are the remains of my poor dear," she added with a little laugh, presenting the gentleman. "Do you think he is worth all the trouble I took to get him?" "Ha! much pleased! Devilish proper girl!" said the man with a stupid blush, justifying the stolidity of his good looks. "But where is your preux chevalier, Captain Cophetua?
In a tone of raillery I represented to Olivia her resemblance to Julie, and observed that it was a pity she had not a lover whose temper was more similar than mine to that of the divine St. Preux. Stung to the heart by my ill-timed raillery, Olivia started up from the sofa, broke from my arms with sudden force, snatched from the table a penknife, and plunged it into her side.
For, with a young couple who are in any degree harmoniously formed by nature, nothing can conduce to a more beautiful union than when the maiden is anxious to learn, and the youth inclined to teach. There arises from it a well-grounded and agreeable relation. Preux, in the Nouvelle Heloise of Rousseau.
He smiled with wistful humour. "Men more worthy than I have done the same," he said. "Oh, but you, my own preux chevalier!" Chris's voice trembled upon the words. He made a quick, restraining gesture. "But no not that!" he said. "Your friend always, petite, but your preux chevalier never again!" Chris smiled, with quivering lips.
The herald, then, seeing each champion in his place, uplifted his voice, repeating thrice "Faites vos devoirs, preux chevaliers!" After the third cry, he withdrew to one side of the lists, and again proclaimed, that none, on peril of instant death, should dare, by word, cry, or action, to interfere with or disturb this fair field of combat.
Saint Preux is a personage whom no widest charity, literary, philosophic, or Christian, can make endurable. Egoism is made thrice disgusting by a ceaseless redundance of fine phrases. The exaggerated conceits of love in our old poets turn graciously on the lover's eagerness to offer every sacrifice at the feet of his mistress.
The question was, where I could lodge: she consulted her maid on this point I hardly dared to breathe during the deliberation; but when I heard I was to sleep in the house, I could scarce contain my joy; and saw the little bundle I brought with me carried into my destined apartment with much the same sensations as St. Preux saw his chaise put up at Madam de Wolmar's.
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