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Updated: September 12, 2025
He begged that we would dine with him when we returned from Les Iles. "You will not find an island, Mr. Ritchie," he said; "Saint-Gre's plantation is a huge block of land between the river and a cypress swamp behind. Saint-Gre is a man with a wonderful quality of mind, who might, like his ancestors, have made his mark if necessity had probed him or opportunity offered.
I had a letter in my pocket to Monsieur de Saint-Gre, the sum was not large, and the act of Monsieur Auguste de Saint-Gre in every light was detestable. A rising anger decided me, and I took a wallet from my pocket. "I will buy the miniature, Madame," I said. She looked at me in astonishment. "God bless you, Monsieur," she cried; "if you could see Mamselle 'Toinette you would pay twice the sum.
"Since the fire, Monsieur, the dreadful fire of Good Friday a year ago. You admire them?" "I saw one," I answered with indifference, "with a wall and lions on the gate-posts " "Mon Dieu, that is a house," exclaimed Madame; "it belongs to Monsieur de Saint-Gre." "To Monsieur de Saint-Gre!" I repeated. She shot a look at me. She had bright little eyes like a bird's, that shone in the candlelight.
Regardez, Monsieur, you have a bargain. Here is Mademoiselle Helene de Saint-Gre, daughter of my lord the Marquis of whom I have the honor to be a cousin," and he made a bow. "It is by the famous court painter, Joseph Boze, and Mademoiselle de Saint-Gre herself is a favorite of her Majesty." He held the portrait close to the candle and regarded it critically.
It seemed an age before he answered: "It is curious that you should mention them, for I gave them letters to New Orleans, amongst others, to Saint-Gre. Mrs. Clive was what shall I say? haunted. Monsieur Clive talked of nothing but Paris, where they had lived once. And at last she gave in. They have gone there." "To Paris?" I said, taking breath. "Yes.
"His looks were a little remarkable, come to think of it," answered Nick, settling down into his saddle again. Indeed, the man's face had struck me so forcibly that I was surprised out of an inquiry which I had meant to make of him, namely, how far we were from the Saint-Gre plantation.
Entering my room and closing the door after me, I drew the miniature from my pocket and stood gazing at it for I know not how long. I stood staring at the portrait, I say, with a kind of fascination that astonished me, seeing that it had come to me in such a way. It was no French face of my imagination, and as I looked it seemed to me that I knew Mademoiselle Helene de Saint-Gre.
I had a letter in my pocket to Monsieur de Saint-Gre, the sum was not large, and the act of Monsieur Auguste de Saint-Gre in every light was detestable. A rising anger decided me, and I took a wallet from my pocket. "I will buy the miniature, Madame," I said. She looked at me in astonishment. "God bless you, Monsieur," she cried; "if you could see Mamselle 'Toinette you would pay twice the sum.
"You know him, Monsieur?" "I heard of him in St. Louis," I answered. "You will meet him, no doubt," she continued. "He is a very fine gentleman. His grandfather was Commissary-general of the colony, and he himself is a cousin of the Marquis de Saint-Gre, who has two chateaux, a house in Paris, and is a favorite of the King."
"You know him, Monsieur?" "I heard of him in St. Louis," I answered. "You will meet him, no doubt," she continued. "He is a very fine gentleman. His grandfather was Commissary-general of the colony, and he himself is a cousin of the Marquis de Saint-Gre, who has two chateaux, a house in Paris, and is a favorite of the King."
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