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Updated: June 2, 2025
"At six o'clock, the regent, the Chevalier de Simiane, and the Chevalier de Ravanne, will sup with Madame de Sabran." "Ah, ah!" said D'Harmental; and he read the last sentence, weighing every word. "Well, what do you think of this paragraph?" asked the abbe. "There is my answer," said he. "What the devil does that mean?"
"You hear, monseigneur," said a female voice from the room; "it is a challenge." "And as such I accept it." "Done, for a hundred louis." "I go halves with whoever likes," said Ravanne. "Bet with the marchioness," said Simiane; "I admit no one into my games." "Nor I," said the regent. "Marchioness," cried Ravanne, "fifty louis to a kiss." "Ask Philippe if he permits it."
The regent is a brave man, and when I remember that there exist scoundrels who conspire against him against a man who has promised to pay me my arrears but they deserve to be hanged, all of them, to be broken on the wheel, drawn and quartered, burned alive; do not you think so, monsieur?" "Monsieur," said Ravanne, laughing, "I have no opinion on matters of such importance.
I should know that it was from pure friendship, my dear count," replied Valef; "so do your best, I beg, for I am at your orders." "Come, then, monsieur," said Ravanne to the captain, who was folding his coat neatly, and placing it by his hat, "you see that I am waiting for you."
D'Harmental frowned. The duke had chosen his time badly. At this moment the Chevalier de Ravanne passed, pursuing a mask. "Ravanne!" cried Richelieu, "Ravanne!" "I am not at leisure," replied he. "Do you know where Lafare is?" "He has the migraine." "And Fargy?" "He has sprained himself."
Stay, look at this," continued he, replying by a thrust in "seconde" to a straight thrust; "if I had lunged, I should have spitted you like a lark." Ravanne was furious, for he had felt on his breast the point of his adversary's sword, but so lightly that he might have taken it for the button of a foil.
However, as the musketeer hid his face in his handkerchief, I presume it was the regent." "Himself; and the two light horse are Simiane and Ravanne." "Ah, ah! my scholar," said the captain, "I shall have great pleasure in seeing him again: he is a good boy." "At any rate, captain, take care he does not recognize you." "Recognize me! It must be the devil himself to recognize me, accoutered as I am.
"Then take your kiss, you have won;" and the regent seized the iron bars, climbing behind Simiane, who, active, tall, and slender, was in an instant on the terrace. "But I hope you, at least, will remain, Ravanne?" said the marchioness. "Long enough to claim your stakes," said the young man, kissing the beautiful fresh cheeks of Madame de Sabran.
The captain disarmed Ravanne a second time; but this time he went and picked up the sword himself, and with a politeness of which at first one might have supposed him incapable.
"What!" said Ravanne, "can you not tell what is falling?" and he also came on to the balcony. "After all," said Simiane, "I am not sure that anything is falling." "He is dead drunk," said the regent. "I!" said Simiane, wounded in his amour propre as a toper, "I dead drunk! Come here, monseigneur, come."
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