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I daresay that she is pretty. Homely women never flee from anything but mirrors." "And homely men," laughed the poet. "I am going to see Bouchard for a moment." Du Puys, D'Hérouville and the vicomte drew their stools around the Chevalier, and discussed politics, religion, and women. "Why is it that women intrigue?" asked the Chevalier, recalling the grey mask.
The man who killed De Brissac is not one to give up or throw away the rewards. Eh, Monsieur?" "Perhaps he was pressed for time. His life perhaps depended upon his escape. He may have dropped the cloak," shrewdly, "and some friend found it and returned it to the Chevalier. A plausible supposition, as you will agree." "You may tell me a lie," said D'Hérouville, thoughtfully.
And therefore the Ducs de Verneuil, de Lenoncourt, de Chaulieu, de Navarreins, d'Herouville, de Grandlieu, and de Maufrigneuse, the Princes de Cadignan and de Blamont-Chauvry, were delighted to present the charming survivor of the wreck of an ancient family at court.
Vauvinet now signed his renunciation of any further claims, and it was still indispensable to find the pensioner before the arrears could be drawn. Thanks to Bianchon's care, the Baroness had recovered her health; and to this Josepha's good heart had contributed by a letter, of which the orthography betrayed the collaboration of the Duc d'Herouville.
Happy to see in her son the innocent passions which took the place of the rough contact with social life which he never could have borne, the duchess encouraged Etienne's tastes; she brought him Spanish "romanceros," Italian "motets," books, sonnets, poems. The library of Cardinal d'Herouville came into Etienne's possession, the use of which filled his life.
Between ourselves, the Duc d'Herouville has done you a very good turn by removing that leech from sucking your purse dry. 'I have known what that is, and can pity your case," he quoted. "Take a friend's advice: Shut up shop, or you will be done for."
My faith, it was your poet who had the instinct. Somehow he saw vaguely through the screen, but he could not join the separate parts. It was all droll, my word for it, when I paid you those fifty pistoles that night. But see! those who stand in my path go out of it one by one; De Brissac, D'Hérouville, and now comes your turn.
If he lives, I shall keep in touch with your future conduct, Monsieur; so take good care of yourself." "De Leviston will not die. Such men as he do not die honestly in bed. But he was only a puppet in this instance." "A puppet? Explain." "There was another who prompted him from behind." "Who?" sharply. "I am afraid that at present I can not name him." "D'Hérouville?
In 1617, twenty and some years after the horrible night during which Etienne came into the world, the Duc d'Herouville, then seventy-six years old, broken, decrepit, almost dead, was sitting at sunset in an immense arm-chair, before the gothic window of his bedroom, at the place where his wife had so vainly implored, by the sounds of the horn wasted on the air, the help of men and heaven.
"Chevalier," said the vicomte, "your lackey handed me the grey cloak first." "The grey cloak?" "Yes; but I recalled its history, and returned with this. Hang me, but you have a peculiar fancy. In your place, I should have burned that cloak long ago." D'Hérouville looked interested. "I have a morbid fancy for that cloak," returned the Chevalier. "I want it always with me.
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