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Suppose, then, that you are only taking a lesson from your fencing-master, and keep the distance." The recommendation was useless. Ravanne was exasperated by his adversary's calmness, to which, in spite of his courage, his young and ardent blood did not allow him to attain. He attacked the captain with such fury that their swords engaged at the hilt. The captain made a step back.
"Wait a moment, Ravanne," interrupted Lafare; "I have some explanations to give to Monsieur d'Harmental." "Monsieur Lafare," replied the chevalier, "your courage is so well known, that the explanations you offer me are a proof of delicacy for which I thank you; but these explanations would only delay us uselessly, and we have no time to lose."
Ah! pardon, would it be an indiscretion to ask your name?" "Monsieur Philippe." "Au revoir! Monsieur Philippe!" "Adieu! Monsieur Buvat. One instant I must give orders that they are to allow you to pass." At these words he rang: an usher appeared. "Send Ravanne." The usher went out; a few seconds afterward a young officer of guards entered.
"Gentlemen," said Ravanne, "I know one which will suit you, a hundred yards from here a true cover." "Come, let us follow the child," said the captain; "innocence leads to safety." Ravanne turned round, and examined, from head to foot, our friend with the yellow ribbons. "If you are not previously engaged, my strapping friend," said he, in a bantering tone, "I claim the preference."
"Monsieur le Chevalier," said he, extending his hand to Ravanne, "you are a brave young man; but believe in an old frequenter of schools and taverns, who was at the Flemish wars before you were born, at the Italian when you were in your cradle, and at the Spanish while you were a page; change your master.
As to the Chevalier de Ravanne, who has left us such strange memoirs of his early life, that, in spite of their authenticity, one is tempted to believe them apocryphal, he was still but a youth, rich and of noble birth, who entered into life by a golden door, and ran into all its pleasures with the fiery imprudence and eagerness of his age.
On a chair near him was placed his coat, on which was to be seen a new shoulder-knot, his hat with a new lace, and the famous sword which had furnished Ravanne with the facetious comparison to his mother's spit. "What! is it you?" cried the captain. "You find me like Monsieur de Bonneval in my seraglio, and surrounded by my slaves.
Ravanne, in spite of his presence of mind, could not find anything to reply to the captain; so he contented himself with bowing and going up to Lafare, who appeared to be the most seriously wounded. As to D'Harmental, Valef, and the captain, they rapidly gained the path, where they found the coach, and inside, the surgeon, who was enjoying a nap.
And Ravanne disappeared in the crowd, after bowing in the most friendly manner to his adversary of the morning. "Well, and the story?" asked Canillac. "We are coming to it.
"Oh! here I am," said the regent, landing on the terrace; "have you had enough, Simiane?" "No, monseigneur," replied Simiane; and bending down to Ravanne, "that is not the watch," continued he, "not a musket not a jerkin." "What is the matter?" asked the regent. "Nothing," replied Simiane, making a sign to Ravanne, "except that I continue my ascent, and invite you to follow me."
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