Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 15, 2025
Neither had chance to say more, for the Duke, though not conceiving the cause or meaning of the biting words, felt the contemptuous suggestion in Detricand's voice, and burst out in anger: "Go tell the prince of Vaufontaine that the succession is assured to my house.
Something that had long slept was waking in her, something long voiceless was speaking. This man brought back to her heart a glow she had never thought to feel again, the glow of the wonder of life and of a girlish faith. "I am only Detricand of Vaufontaine," he answered. "What, did you could you think that I would dispossess your child? His father was the adopted son of the Duc de Bercy.
Now, returned from vagabondage, he was the valiant and honoured heir of the House of Vaufontaine, and heir-presumptive of the House of Bercy. True to his intention, Detricand had joined de la Rochejaquelein, the intrepid, inspired leader of the Vendee, whose sentiments became his own "If I advance, follow me; if I retreat, kill me; if I fall, avenge me."
"I will not have you say so," she interrupted; "you never in your life did a dishonourable thing." "Then again I say, trust me. For, on the honour of a Vaufontaine, I believe that happiness will be yours as my wife. The boy, you see how he and I " "Ah, you are so good to him!" "You must give me chance and right to serve him. What else have you or I to look forward to?
Suddenly there shot into Detricand's mind a suggestion, which, wild as it was, might after all belong to the grotesque realities of life. So he added with deliberation: "If alliance must still be kept with this evil government of France, then be sure there is no Vaufontaine who would care to inherit a duchy so discredited.
Something that had long slept was waking in her, something long voiceless was speaking. This man brought back to her heart a glow she had never thought to feel again, the glow of the wonder of life and of a girlish faith. "I am only Detricand of Vaufontaine," he answered. "What, did you could you think that I would dispossess your child? His father was the adopted son of the Duc de Bercy.
This is not justice, this is a gift for which there is no example in the world's history." "I thought it best," he went on quietly, "to govern Bercy myself during these troubled years. So far its neutrality has been honoured, but who can tell what may come! As a Vaufontaine it is my duty to see that Bercy's interests are duly protected amidst the troubles of Europe."
Perhaps, he added drily, it was to inquire after his own health, which, he was glad to assure monsieur le comte and all his cousins of Vaufontaine, was never better. The face was like a leather mask, telling nothing of the arid sarcasm in the voice.
"I will not have you say so," she interrupted; "you never in your life did a dishonourable thing." "Then again I say, trust me. For, on the honour of a Vaufontaine, I believe that happiness will be yours as my wife. The boy, you see how he and I " "Ah, you are so good to him!" "You must give me chance and right to serve him. What else have you or I to look forward to?
A Vaufontaine, friend?" "No, monsieur, a d'Avranche." "What d'Avranche? Not Prince Leopold John?" "No, monsieur, the name is the same as his Highness's." "Philip d'Avranche? Ah, from whence?" "From Paris, monsieur, with his Highness." The visitor, whistling softly to himself, stood thinking a moment. Presently he said: "How old is he?" "About the same age as monsieur."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking