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The liveries were not the purple and canary of Madame Riano, but a superb crimson and gold. In this coach sat Madame Riano, and by her side, Francezka Capello Francezka, in the very flush and flower of her exquisite beauty. Why do I always call Mademoiselle Capello beautiful? I can not tell.
I nodded, and he continued: "Last night Madame Riano had one of her great routs. I went to it with my brother our first visit to her since we have been in Paris. She received us well, and so did that angel, Francezka, who said she remembered us from her childhood. Ah, Babache, she was so kind to me.
I had often laughed behind Madame Riano's back at what she called presentiments, but this sudden waking, this seeing, all at once, a very present danger which had escaped everybody's notice, seemed to me uncomfortably like those supernatural warnings which Madame Riano was always talking about.
Madame Riano coolly informed him that she should stay the week, and would occupy his bedroom; he could take mine, and I could sleep in her traveling chaise. "But, Madame," said my master, "think of my reputation; a woman, still young, still handsome like yourself "
I noticed some of Schnelling's rascals watching us through the screen of boughs, but there was nothing to see except the three of us, sitting around the fire under the solemn larches and firs, and our voices were kept low. We told her our only plan was to take her to Uzmaiz, and from thence try to communicate with Madame Riano.
Madame Riano chose to be highly offended at this levity. "How dare you, Jacques Haret, say such things about a man of God!" "A man of God do you call him, Madame? Who was it, I should be glad to know, that sent word to the bishop unless he stopped preaching directly at a certain lady she would tweak his ears for him the next time she met him?"
The applause was sharp and loud; the young girl, as if disdaining it, had walked into the little booth used for a dressing room. Then Monsieur Voltaire said in Mademoiselle Lecouvreur's ear: "I am certain now who it is. She is the young niece of Peggy Kirkpatrick. I have often seen her in Peggy's coach." "And in such company!" cried Mademoiselle Lecouvreur. "Surely Madame Riano can not know it."
Sometimes he would rave over her beauty, and would threaten to run me through when I ventured to say that it was her wit and charm which made her beautiful. Again, he was full of adoration for her lofty, high spirit; and then bewailed it, as likely to lead her into unnumbered dangers, from which Madame Riano was small protection for Scotch Peg loved adventures as a cat loves cream.
This point settled, Madame Riano proposed that we should travel together through Germany, and on reaching Brabant we should stop and rest ourselves for a month before going to Paris. "For," she said to Count Saxe, "let them in Paris get done with their lampooning and verses and jokes upon you, Maurice of Saxe.
"But, Madame," said my master lamely, "we shall be running great risks; we have a fight on our hands at this moment; for we shall not be allowed to depart in peace." "No Kirkpatrick has ever yet avoided a fight," replied Madame Riano, firmly. "Life with us was ever a battle." "But, Madame, it is not only a fight but a flight, I am looking for."
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