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The other looked at him curiously, and across his velvety eyes there passed that strange contraction which has been noted in the glance of the Vicomte d'Audierne. "I have sent for a mattress," he said. "That bullet must come out. A doctor is following me; he will be here on the instant." "One of your Jesuits?" "Yes one of my Jesuits." The Vicomte d'Audierne smiled and winced.
Well, in this my late fifth reading of the "Vicomte" I did laugh once at the small Coquelin de Volière business, and was perhaps a thought surprised at having done so: to make up for it, I smiled continually. But for tears, I do not know.
I had Carroll inquire of every servant in the house, and there is no knowledge of a telegram having come up from the village this afternoon." "Perhaps the Vicomte might have met the messenger in the grounds," hazarded Honora. At this point their attention was distracted by a noise that bore a striking resemblance to a suppressed laugh.
The Zouave presented a visiting card to the vicomte on a silver salver, and hardly had Spero thrown a look at it, when he joyfully cried: "Bring the gentleman to the dining-room, Coucou, and put two covers on; we shall dine together." When Spero entered the dining-room, a handsome young man about twenty-five years of age hurried toward him with outstretched arms.
Godmamma said to me that it was unheard of conduct, and might have produced a duel, and when I tried to explain to her that that was just what I had avoided, she looked angrier than ever, and would not understand. Wasn't it stupid of her, Mamma? At last we got to the pavilion, and all sat round, and having both the Vicomte and the Marquis to talk to, I did have fun.
"You have borne yourself bravely, you have fought in honour of your liege lady. I, on the other hand..." "You," shouted the boy hoarsely, "you shall publicly apologise to a noble and virtuous woman whom you have outraged now at once on your knees..." "You are mad, Vicomte," rejoined Deroulede coldly. "I am willing to ask your forgiveness for my blunder..." "An apology in public on your knees..."
They were as far apart now as on one grey morning sixteen years ago, when the Vicomte d'Audierne had hurried away from the deserted shore of the Cote du Nord, leaving his brother lying upon the sand with an ugly slit in his neck. That slit had healed now, but the scar was always at his throat, and in both their hearts.
Monsieur the Viscount never for an instant doubted his own conviction; he drew near and said in a low voice, "Mademoiselle de St. Claire!" The Baron looked first fierce, and then alarmed. His daughter's face illumined; she turned her large eyes on the speaker, and said simply, "Monsieur le Vicomte?"
The rabbits and the guinea-pigs, and even all the bright, glass-eyed, stuffed denizens of our late-lamented jungle paled into insignificance before the number of live things on the farm. I know they are the right words. And Albert's uncle says your style is always altered a bit by what you read. And I have been reading the Vicomte de Bragelonne.
In the darkness, seeing mademoiselle standing with three men, one of whom had led her rapidly from the inn, the inventive Vicomte had taken us three for his own zealous henchmen. And so he came, like some giant-slaying chevalier of the old days, crying again: "Stand off, rascals!" and adding, "You hounds, release this lady!" "Fear not for the lady; her friends are here!"
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