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"A woman?" "A woman, a vulgar jest and a glass of wine. Monsieur le Comte and myself have been forbidden to meet under the pain of indefinite imprisonment. Yonder it will be different." "Mademoiselle de Longueville . . ." "Has forgotten the incident, as I had, till D'Hérouville came on board in search of some woman. Monsieur de Saumaise played him a trick of some kind, and I stepped between."
One fell into a drift and lay there sobbing. "What now?" asked the vicomte. "I am sorry," said the inebriate. "The devil! The Chevalier has a friend here," laughed the vicomte, assisting the roisterer to his feet. "Come along, Saumaise." "I shall wait." "As you please;" and the vicomte continued on. Victor watched them till they dwindled into the semblance of so many ravens.
If Gaston has that paper, France is small, Monsieur," said the vicomte, addressing the Chevalier, "I learn that you are bound for Quebec. Come, Saumaise; here is our opportunity. Let the three of us point westward." Victor remained silent. As oil rises to the surface of water, so rose his distrust. He could not shut out the vision of that half-smile of the hour gone.
"Through the kindly offices of Monsieur de Saumaise." "Who is a gallant fellow." To this Monsieur le Marquis readily agreed. "But Monsieur d'Hérouville is no longer confined. I saw him abroad this afternoon." "They say that he is a furious swordsman, Monsieur," ventured Jehan, trembling. The marquis threw a keen glance at his servant. "What did they say of me, even ten years ago?"
He sat down beside her, thereby increasing her confusion. "I have left Monsieur de Saumaise writing chansons; and here's an oriole somewhere, singing his love songs. What is it that comes with summer which makes all male life carry nosegays to my lady's easement? Faith, it must be in the air. Here's Monsieur Oriole in love; it matters not if last year's love is not this year's.
"If the ladies will follow me I will conduct them to their rooms. A fire is under way. The wines and brandy and sugar are on the table; and the warming-pan stands by the chimney." "Anne," said madame, "go you to the room with the host. I will follow you shortly. I have something to say to Monsieur de Saumaise."
Monsieur de Saumaise, the vicomte and Monsieur d'Hérouville; they are not with you?" "Well, lad, perhaps it is due you;" and the Chevalier recounted a simple story of what had befallen him. "Ah, that brave Monsieur de Saumaise!" exclaimed Breton, tears in his eyes. "And what became of the grey cloak, Monsieur?" The Chevalier did not immediately reply. "What became of it, Monsieur?"
Monsieur de Saumaise, in displaying his teeth, signified that the least of his worries was the thought of the gibbet. And so concluded the interview. The Chevalier remained in his room all day, putting aside his food, and staring beyond the river. His eyes were dull and the lids discolored from sleeplessness.
"Dryden is the greatest poet of England, and of the century," said Atterbury, the translator of "Achitophel." It was about the time when M. Huet, Bishop of Avranches, wrote to Saumaise, who had done the author of "Paradise Lost" the honour to refute and abuse him, "How can you trouble yourself about so mean a thing as that Milton?"
"I have done wrong to excite you. There were words passed to and fro that morning at the Corne d'Abondance. Need I say more? Monsieur de Saumaise knows, and the vicomte; why should you fear me, who have nothing but brotherly love for you?" "What is your name?" sinking wearily back among the pillows. "Father Jacques, or Brother Jacques, familiarly." "I mean your worldly name."
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