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That was why I had my servants, that evening we play. I would gladly fight almos' any one in the won'; but I did not wish to soil my hand with a " "Stuff his lying mouth with his orders!" shouted the Duke. But Molyneux still held the gentlemen back. "One moment," he cried. "M. de Winterset," said Beaucaire, "of what are you afraid? You calculate well.
So I make this man help me in a masque, the unmasking it was, for, as there is no one to know me, I throw off my black wig and become myself and so I am 'Chateaurien, Castle Nowhere. Then this man I use', this Winterset, he " "I have great need to deny these accusations?" said the Duke. "Nay," said Lady Mary wearily.
"You mean it is false?" she cried breathlessly. "'Od's blood, is she not convinced?" broke out Mr. Bantison. "Fellow, were you not the ambassador's barber?" "It is all false?" she whispered. "The mos' fine art, mademoiselle. How long you think it take M. de Winterset to learn that speech after he write it out? It is a mix of what is true and the mos' chaste art.
"Did I not say I should come? M. Molyneux was so obliging as to answer for me to the fourteen frien's of M. de Winterset and Meestaire Nash." "Do you not know," she turned vehemently upon Molyneux, "that he will be removed the moment I leave this room? Do you wish to be dragged out with him?
Bicksit, the traveler, once a visitor at Chateaurien; for he, according to report, had by a coup of diplomacy entrapped the impostor into an admission that there was no such place. However, like poor Captain Badger, the worthy old man had held his peace out of regard for the Duke of Winterset.
"Castle Nowhere!" gasped Beau Nash, falling back upon the burly prop of Mr. Bantison's shoulder. "The Duke of Orleans will receive a message from me within the hour!" said Winterset, as he made his way to the door. His face was black with rage and shame. "I tol' you that I would not soil my hand with you," answered the young man. "If you send a message no gentleman will bring it.
So I say, 'Take me to Lady Malbourne's ball as "Chateaurien." I throw off my wig, and shave, and behol', I am M. le Duc de Castle Nowhere. Ha, ha! You see?" The young man's manner suddenly changed. He became haughty, menacing. He stretched out his arm, and pointed at Winterset. "Now I am no 'Beaucaire, messieurs. I am a French gentleman.
Lazarus in Jerusalem; and cousin to His most Christian Majesty, Louis the Fifteenth, King of France." "Those are a few of my brother's names," whispered Henri of Beaujolais to Molyneux. "Old Mirepoix has the long breath, but it take' a strong man two day' to say all of them. I can suppose this Winterset know' now who bring the charge!"
Her beauty shone dazzlingly on him out of the dimness. "Never!" she flashed defiantly as she was closed in. "Never!" "Never!" The rose fell at his feet. "A rose lasts till morning," said a voice behind him. Turning, M. de Chateaurien looked beamingly upon the face of the Duke of Winterset. "'Tis already the daylight," he replied, pointing to the east.
"Do you dream that' because Winterset introduces a low fellow he will be tolerated that Bath will receive a barber?" "I have the distinction to call monsieur's attention," replied the young man gayly, "I have renounce that profession." "Fool!" "I am now a man of honor!" "Faugh!" "A man of the parts," continued the the young Frenchman, "and of deportment; is it not so?
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