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"We mates of Bec and Caron that you quartered have had it in for you for a long time. I am a commissioner now, and they call this my domiciliary visit. If you will come, I will see, on the faith of a brigand, that you get to prison safely; if not, I will see that you don't. Do you come?" Germain calculated the seconds he had been able to save for Mademoiselle Richeval. They were ample.
He went to the door; the wicket showed a beggar woman, but on Mademoiselle Richeval mentioning her name he recognised her and let her in. His mind was so absorbed that he felt no surprise. As food was what she wanted he set before her everything in their little larder; and while she was eating like one famished he forgot her presence completely.
"Let us thank the saints for Mademoiselle's deliverance!" cried the Princess piously. Cyrène gasped and said nothing, but tears filled her eyes. "The horror of but touching one of those creatures those diners in the kitchen!" exclaimed the Canoness. "Of his daring to approach a lady in marriage!" added Mademoiselle de Richeval. "Were she one of my blood, he should die," asserted d'Estaing.
"He is a picture," exclaimed Mademoiselle de Richeval. "A man, Mademoiselle," returned de Bailleul warmly. "Has he a fortune then, Chevalier?" she laughed. "Perhaps he shall have mine," quizzed the old soldier. "He must come with us to Versailles, Chevalier," said the Princess. "So agreeable a person will be indispensable to me."
The colours of her dress were mainly white and gold, but a long light robe of black crape was thrown over her shoulders, and the jewelled cross of an order ornamented her breast. "Did the ancient nymphs know any better?" cried Mademoiselle de Richeval, who sat a couple of places further on. "Do you not believe that if they lived to-day they would patronise our fashions?" "Know any better?
Accordingly the miniature is placed in a simple rim of gold. But to cover over the painting, a large diamond, cut very thin, is set above it. Madame returned the diamond. The Prince had it ground to powder, which he used to dry the ink of the note he wrote to Madame on the subject." "There is a Prince!" cried Mademoiselle de Richeval.
"It surely ought to cost something to be noble," pronounced the Canoness, in whose convent every candidate was required to prove sixteen quarterings of arms, and received the title of countess. "Permit me to agree with the Church," laughed Mademoiselle de Richeval; "we women ought to be as elaborate as possible, so as to frighten away all those who are not rich enough to marry."
They stopped and shouted at the intruder, and searched about for him, when a gigantic savage of a frightful countenance sprang above the bushes and said in a voice which froze their blood: 'DO YOU HEAR ME? Since then he has been seen many times by the foresters and others." "I do not like the subject," shuddered Mademoiselle de Richeval, crossing herself.
"He is certainly an offender," echoed Mademoiselle de Richeval. "Ladies, listen to the Abbé," said the Princess languidly. The pseudo-Abbé scanned the faces about him with a cunning look, especially that of Germain, as one he would read through and through were it possible. "In the name of mercy, Abbé, proceed," the Canoness cried. "It is a trifle, a piece of mere common talk," he said demurely.
In passing the coins their eyes met, and the mendicant started. "Great God! Madame Baroness, you do not know me?" The voice, though altered in quality, recalled other times. Her features became recognisable, and the identity of their owner came over Cyrène. "Mademoiselle de Richeval!" she gasped. The sprightly companion of princesses was begging her bread.
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