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We looked, not at him, but at Lucas Lucas, the duke's deferential servant, the coward and skulker, Grammont's hatred, standing here by Grammont's side, glaring at us over his naked sword. I saw in one glance that Yeux-gris was no less astounded than I, and from that instant, though the inwardness of the matter was still a riddle to me, my heart acquitted him of all dishonesty, of all complicity.
The low man, with scared face, held off from me. He whose name was Gervais confronted me with an angry scowl. Yeux-gris alone for so I dubbed the third, from his gray eyes, well open under dark brows Yeux-gris looked no whit alarmed or angered; the only emotion to be read in his face was a gay interest as the blackavised Gervais put me questions. "How came you here? What are you about?"
"As I would take M. de Paris, if I chose," responded Yeux-gris, with a cold hauteur that smacked more of a court than of this shabby room. He added lightly again: "You think him a spy, I do not. But in any case, he must not blab of us. Therefore he stays here and brushes my clothes. Marry, they need it." Easily, with grace, he had disposed of the matter.
At first Monsieur did not tell even him, he desired to keep this visit to the king so secret. But this morning he took Vigo into his confidence, and nothing would serve the man but to go. He watches over Monsieur like a hen over a chick." "Then it will be three to three," I said. I thought of Gervais, Yeux-gris, and Pontou, for of course I would take no part in it.
The thunder woke me, and when I looked out I saw you plain as day. But Maître Jacques said it was a vision." "I flattered myself I saw you first and got that shutter closed very neatly," said Yeux-gris. "Dame! I am not so clever as I thought. So old Jacques called us ghosts, did he?" "Yes, monsieur. He told me this house belonged to M. de Béthune, who was a Huguenot and killed in the massacre."
Gervais looked at him oddly a moment, then shrugged his shoulders and demanded of me: "What next?" "I came away angry." "And walked all the way here to risk your life in a haunted house? Pardieu! too plain a lie." "Oh, I would have done the like; we none of us fear ghosts in the daytime," said Yeux-gris. "You may believe him; I am no such fool.
His sullen eyes told me it was no new-born tenderness for me that prompted his surrender. Nor had I, truth to tell, any great faith in the sacredness of his word. Yet I believed he would let me be. For it was borne in upon me that, despite his passion and temper, he had no wish to quarrel with Yeux-gris.
"Why, we knew naught " I was beginning, when Gervais broke in: "You say the fellow's honest, when he tells such tales as this! He saw the Comte de Mar !" "I thought it must be he," I protested. "A young man who sat by Monsieur's side, elegant and proud-looking, with an aquiline face " "That is Lucas, that is his secretary," declared Yeux-gris, as who should say, "That is his scullion."
Looking back on it now, I wonder that I ever went to Monsieur with that story. I wonder why I did not bury the shame and disgrace of it in my own heart, at whatever cost keep it from Monsieur. But the thought never entered my head then. I was so full of black rage against Yeux-gris him most of all, because he had won me so that I could feel nothing else.
He ran his blade into my shoulder, as he had done with Yeux-gris. He would likely have finished me had not a cry from Grammont shaken him. "The duke!" In truth, a deepening noise of hoofs and shouts came down the alley from the street. Lucas looked at me, who had regained my guard and stood, little hurt, between him and M. le Comte.
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