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She sat there until the sun had passed from the windows behind her and the corners of the room were lost in the quickening shadows. At last she was disturbed by the entrance of a lackey, who announced that Monsieur le Comte de Tressan, Lord Seneschal of Dauphiny, was come to Condillac.
Thus was he spared the look of utter loathing, of unconquerable, irrepressible disgust that leapt into her countenance. His voice quivered with ridiculous emotion, his little fat red fingers trembled as he outheld them in a theatrical gesture of supplication. "Never contemplate poverty, madame, until you have discarded me," he implored her. "Say but that you will, and you shall be lady of Tressan.
The Seneschal pursed his lips, arched his brows, and slowly waved his podgy hands, a combination of grimace and gesture that said much or nothing. But reflecting that Monsieur de Tressan had a tongue, Garnache apparently did not opine it worth his while to set a strain upon his own imagination, for "Intimate with them?" he repeated, and this time there was a sharper note in his voice.
Tressan fell suddenly to groaning and wringing his hands a pathetic figure had it been less absurd. "I warned you, madame! I warned you how it would end," he cried. "I told you " "Oh, I remember the things you told me," she cut in, scorn in her voice. "You may spare yourself their repetition. What is done is done, and I'll not I would not have it undone.
Go for men, or we shall have Fortunio killed as well. Bid them bring muskets." Tressan, moving like one bereft of wits, went her errand, while the two men fought on, stamping and panting, circling and lunging, their breath coming in gasps, their swords grinding and clashing till sparks leapt from them.
She never received Narbonne again, and at last accepted a nobleman who proved himself very different from all others, for the first thing he did was to make her give up the stage, although it was not a thing according to the fashion of those days. I do not recollect his name exactly; it was Count of Tressan or Trean. She behaved in a respectable way, and remained with him until his death.
I pledge you my word that you shall not be called to further account for the lives that have been lost through your treachery and want of loyalty, provided that of your own free will you lay down your Seneschalship of Dauphiny an office which I cannot consent to see you filling hereafter." Tressan stared from the Dowager to Garnache and back to the Dowager.
"Very well; on the fourth I shall be at your orders." "To-day is Saturday. On Wednesday then." "On Wednesday," answered Tressan. "Only I warn you beforehand, abbe," answered the regent, "that one person of some importance will be absent at your consecration." "And who will dare to do me that injury?" "I shall." "You, monseigneur! You will be there, and in your official gallery." "I say not."
"You would have to be prepared to spend your winter there in that case, and it can be cold in the valley of Isere. Their garrison is small some twenty men at most; but it is sufficient for their defence, and not too many mouths to feed. No, no, monsieur, if you would win your way by force you must count upon more than ten score men." And now a flash of inspiration helped Tressan.
She stared and stared, her beautiful face livid and distorted, till there was no beauty to be seen in it, what time the Abbot regarded her coldly and Tressan, behind her, turned almost sick with terror. But not the terror of ghosts was it afflicted him.
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