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A slender man of middle height, booted and wrapped up, with his face almost entirely hidden by a fold of his cloak, came in quickly, and closing the door behind him, advanced towards the table. 'Which is M. de Rosny? he said. Rosny had carefully turned his face from the light, but at the sound of the other's voice he sprang up with a cry of relief.
This was not very satisfactory, as Barneveld could rarely gain admittance to James or his ministers. De Rosny, however, was always glad to confer with him, and was certainly capable of rendering justice both to his genius and to the sacredness of his cause.
There a tall man was waiting to receive me, who rose on my entrance and came forward. Judge of my surprise when I recognised my acquaintance of the afternoon! 'M. de Rosny? I exclaimed, standing still and looking at him in confusion. 'The same, sir, he answered, with a quiet smile. 'You come from the King of Navarre, I believe? and on an errand to me. You may speak openly.
De Rosny then proceeded to expound the necessity under which James would soon find himself of carrying on open war with Spain, and of the expediency of making preparations for the great struggle without loss of time. He therefore begged the king to concert with him some satisfactory measure for the preservation of the United Provinces.
I could not deny it. "Then is it not worth while to avoid all that?" he murmured, his face pale, and his small eyes glued to mine. "Is it not worth a little sacrifice, M. de Rosny?" "And risk?" I said. "Possibly." While the words were still on my lips, something stirred close to us, behind the yew hedge beside which we were standing. Perrot darted in a moment to the opening, and I after him.
But come, now, Rosny, you must admit that once or twice, when all your wiseacres were deadlocked, my madness has served." Rosny took Monsieur's hand in a silent grip. "Maximilien," the duke said, smiling down on him, "what a pity you are a scamp of a heretic!" "Henri," Rosny returned gravely, "I would you had had the good fortune to be born in the Religion."
While I heard my name uttered on every side in a dozen different tones, I remarked that M. de Rosny, upon whom my eyes first fell, alone stood silent, regarding me with a face of sorrowful surprise. 'By heavens, sir, I knew nothing of this! I heard the King of Navarre declare, addressing himself to the Vicomte de Turenne. 'The man is here by no connivance of mine.
It was with much difficulty and some prevarication that Rosny appeased the strife, representing that the French flag had only been raised in order that it might be dipped, in honour of the French ambassador, as the ships passed each other.
Quentin, impossible to tell it to this impassive M. de Rosny. But to the King of France and Navarre it was as easy to talk as to one's playfellow. "Sire, I am Lorance de Montluc. My grandfather was the Marshal Montluc." "Were to-day next Monday, I could pray, 'God rest his soul," the king rejoined. "But even a heretic may say that he was a gallant general, an honour to France.
The fugitives landed at Weymouth; the Duchesse d'Angouleme under the title of Comtesse de Marne, the Duchesse de Berri as Comtesse de Rosny, and her son, Henri de Bordeaux, as Comte de Chambord, the title he retained till his death, originally taken from the estate presented to him in infancy by his enthusiastic people.
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