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Updated: June 18, 2025
Had he but kept his temper yesterday at Grenoble; had he but had the wit to thwart their plans, by preserving an unruffled front to insult, he might have won through and carried mademoiselle out of their hands. As it was ! he let his arms fall to his sides in his miserable despair. "Your wine, monsieur," said Rabecque at his elbow. He turned, and took the cup of mulled drink from his servant.
Yours is the power to do it. Do it, then, and you will have no consequences to fear. You have seen the man?" "Ay, I have seen him. I remember him; and his name, I bethink me, is Rabecque." He took courage; his face looked less dejected. "You overlook nothing, madame," he murmured. "You are truly wonderful. I will start the search this very night.
He caught Rabecque's wrist in a grip that threatened to snap it. His face was livid, his eyes aflame. "They they " stammered Rabecque. He had not the courage to tell the thing that had happened. He feared Garnache would strike him dead. And then out of his terror he gathered an odd daring.
He reached the door of the inn together with Monsieur Gaubert. Full of evil forebodings, Rabecque hailed the runner. "What has happened?" he cried. "Where is Monsieur de Garnache?" Gaubert came to a staggering halt; he groaned and wrung his hands. "Killed!" he panted, rocking himself in a passion of distress. "He has been butchered! Oh! it was horrible!"
"And let none refuse, or offer him violence," he added, "or your master's life shall pay the price of it." The Dowager with a ready anxiety repeated to them his commands. Rabecque, understanding nothing, went from man to man, and received from each his weapons. He placed the armful on the windowseat, at the far end of the apartment, as Garnache bade him.
Full of fears, anxiety, and mistrust, it was a very dispirited Rabecque that now slowly followed Monsieur Gaubert into the inn. But as he set his foot across the threshold of the common-room, a sight met his eyes that brought him to a momentary standstill, and turned to certainty all his rising suspicions.
"It would be, then, the coach that passed me near the Porte de Savoie. We must go after them, Rabecque. I made a short cut across the graveyard of Saint Francis, or I must have met the escort. Oh, perdition!" he cried, smiting his clenched right hand into his open left. "To have so much good work undone by a moment's unguardedness." Then abruptly he turned on his heels.
She sought to resist them now; but they dragged her back, and there was a rush of the others following through the doorway, the rear being brought up by Gaubert. "Follow presently," was his parting command to the man who still knelt upon Rabecque, and with that he vanished too. Their steps died away in the passage; a door banged in the distance.
It is the handiwork of Rabecque, the most ingenious lackey that ever served a foolish master. It helped me that having been ten years in Italy when I was younger, I acquired the language so well as to be able to impose even upon Fortunio.
The alacrity with which the lackey stirred from his bed upon hearing who it was that had arrived impressed the host not a little, but not half so much as it impressed him presently to observe the deference with which this great Monsieur Rabecque of Paris confronted the scarecrow below stairs when he was brought into its presence. "You are safe and sound, monsieur?" he cried, in deferential joy.
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