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Do you think that I am going to leave you to sing Italian duets with Madame while I am scouring the woods? You must take me for a very careless husband, Vicomte. Now, then, right about face! March! Do me the kindness to take a gun. We are going to shoot a few hares in the Corne woods before supper."
"Count Godensky, if you throw out such lurid hints about my poor, fat Marianne, I shall begin to wonder if it's not you who are the spy!" "Since you trust your woman so implicitly, then," he went on, "I'll tell you what you want to know. The document I speak of is the one you took out of the Foreign Office the other day, when you called on your friend, Monsieur le Vicomte du Laurier." "Dear me!"
For so old a man the pace at which Signor Bruno breasted the hill that lay before him was somewhat remarkable. The Vicomte d'Audierne, on the other hand, was evidently blessed with a greater leisure.
"Monsieur," said Mayenne to Ernanton, "my gratitude to you will be eternal; and, doubtless, some day we shall meet under more favorable circumstances. May I ask to whom I have the honor of speaking?" "I am the Vicomte Ernanton de Carmainges, monsieur." "You were going to Beaugency?" "Yes, monsieur." "Then I have delayed you, and you cannot go on to-night."
At this moment a footman entered, and presented Mrs. Holt with some mail on a silver tray. "The Vicomte de Toqueville is coming this afternoon, Joshua," she announced, reading rapidly from a sheet on which was visible a large crown. "He landed in New York last week, and writes to know if I could have him." "Another of mother's menagerie," remarked Robert.
Victor had thrown his grey cloak over the back of his chair. Occasionally his glance wandered toward madame and Anne. Brother Jacques sat opposite, and the vicomte sat at his side. As they left the table to circle round the fire in the living-room, Victor forgot his cloak, and the vicomte threw it around his own shoulders, intending to follow the poet and join him in a game of dominoes.
Amaze and apprehension were quickly followed by relief, since Anatole's words suggested that Marsac had not remained. I took the letter, nevertheless, with some misgivings, and whilst I turned it over in my hands I questioned the old servant. "He stayed an hour at the chateau, monsieur," Anatole informed me. "Monsieur le Vicomte would have had you roused, but he would not hear of it.
He had never heard of me, as he said, nor I of him; yet he was to know much of me at a time to come, was the Vicomte de Berquin; and so was Barbemouche, the scowling man who was now riding towards Anjou in search of me. When one is pursued, one's best course is to pursue the pursuer.
"And for the present," said the vicomte, "I am glad it is the last of France. France is not agreeable to my throat." The Chevalier threw back his shoulders and stood away from the rail. The Comte d'Hérouville, his face purple with rage and chagrin, came up. He approached Victor. "Monsieur," he said, "you lied. Madame is not on board."
I am fully capable of repaying any insolence offered to me, whether from D'Hérouville, the vicomte . . . or yourself." "To love you, then, is insolence?" "Yes; the method which you use is insolent." "Is there any way to prove that I love you?" admirably hiding his despair. "What! Monsieur, you go a-courting without buckles on your shoes?" "Diane, let us play at cross-purposes no longer.
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