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Instead of the triple for Chatellerault, it is double, where, the average rate being 262, the death-rate rises to 482, principally in the military hospitals. In year II., there are 1,872, or 170 per thousand inhabitants, the number being more than quadrupled. In year III., there are 1,122 deaths, or 122, which is almost the triple.
If you have interests of your own to serve, serve them. As for myself I am past being interested." "But why, monsieur?" the chevalier inquired. "Why?" echoed Chatellerault, his ferocity welling up again. Then, swinging round, he came straight at me, as a bull makes a charge. "Monsieur de Bardelys!" he blazed. "Bardelys!" gasped Saint-Eustache in the background. "What now?"
There was a lowering, sullen look in his eyes and a certain displacement of their symmetry which was peculiar to them when troubled. Although a cunning plotter and a scheming intriguer in his own interests, Chatellerault, as I have said before, was not by nature a quick man.
I'll swear it was not thus they had looked to find me. They pushed their way into the room, impelling Saint-Eustache forward, and there were greetings exchanged and felicitations, whilst Chatellerault, curbing his disorder, drew the Chevalier into a corner of the room, and stood there listening to him. At length I heard the Count exclaim "Do as you please, Chevalier.
"Speak of the Devil," whispered La Fosse in my ear, and, moved by the words and by the significance of his glance, I turned in my chair. The door had opened, and under the lintel stood the thick-set figure of the Comte de Chatellerault. Before him a lacquey in my escutcheoned livery of red-and-gold was receiving, with back obsequiously bent, his hat and cloak.
"Let this gentleman escort me to Châtellerault. I do not want to go to Paris." Montluc held up his hand. "That is the old cry, mademoiselle. It is impossible! The Queen's orders are final." "And you call yourself my dead father's friend?" Montluc smiled grimly. "I saved his life at Pavia. That was thirty-three years ago. But that has nothing to do with the matter. You cannot stay here.
A courier, arriving from an old friend of mine at Court, bore me a letter with the information that Monsieur de Chatellerault was come to Lavedan at the King's instigation to sue for my daughter's hand in marriage. The reasons were not far to seek. The King, who loves him, would enrich him; the easiest way is by a wealthy alliance, and Roxalanne is accounted an heiress.
It promised some excitement, a certain novelty, difficulties in a path that I had alas! ever found all too smooth for Chatellerault had made your reputed coldness the chief bolster of his opinion that I should not win. "Again, I was not given to over-nice scruples. I make no secret of my infirmities, but do not blame me too much.
It is a great compliment that he pays us in sending hither the handsomest and most accomplished gentleman of all his Court so fame has it yet it is a compliment of whose flattery I am not sensible. Bardelys goes hence as empty-handed as went Chatellerault. Let him but show his face, and my daughter journeys to Auch again. Am I not well advised, Monsieur de Lesperon?"
Ere he did so, however, and presuming upon my ignorance of His Majesty's presence in Toulouse, Chatellerault would of a certainty have bound me down by solemn promise making that promise the price of my liberty and my life to breathe no word of my captivity and trial. No doubt, his cunning brain would have advanced me plausible and convincing reasons so to engage myself.
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