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An' then it was like the song in me gettin' words, an' it come to me what it all was: How it rilly hadn't been Jennie's funeral so much as it had been 'Leven's the 'Leven that was. But I didn't tell her I never told her. An' she wore that shroud for most two years, mornin's, about her work." Calliope smiled a little, with her way of coming back to the moment from the four great horizons.
"Come!" he said to another servant, who had joined him from an obscure corner of the place. The two immediately lighted torches and left, from which fact I inferred that Jacques knew where to find his master. "What is all this mystery?" cried De Rilly, jovially, rising and coming over to me, while the man who had opened the door, and who was evidently the host, closed it and moved away.
He wore a doublet of cloth of silver, a black cloak of velvet, and a black hat with the Lorraine cross on its front. The tallest man in his following Philippe de Noyard, of whom De Rilly had just been speaking was the gentleman whom I had met on the road to Paris, and who had refused to fight me after resenting my opinion of the Duke of Guise. He must have arrived in Paris close behind me.
"Ah," said De Rilly, "there is the Duke of Anjou, who has been riding in the faubourg." I took a second look at the surly gentleman. At this moment he exchanged glances with his brother, the King. The look of each was eloquent.
De Rilly made me known to many who belonged to neither camp, and were none the worse for that. Our company lodged in the Faubourg St. Honore, but I led the life of a gentleman of pleasure, when off duty, and, as such, I had a private lodging within the town, near the Louvre, more pretentious than the whitewashed chamber in the Rue St. Denis.
"'Now! says Mis' Merriman, rill triumphant. "'Land, land! s'I, seein' how it rilly was. "Timothy an' Silas, they both pitched in an' talked at once an' bent down, technical, lookin' for tracks. But Eb, he just begun seemin' peculiar an' then he slipped off somewheres, though we never missed him, till, in a minute, he come runnin' back. "'Come here! he says.
"This is very interesting, M. de Rilly; but, pardon me, is it safe to say these things openly at court? I am fresh from the country, and anxious not to blunder." "It is safe for me, because I am nobody at all, and, moreover, I say whatever is in my thoughts, and am looked upon as a rattlebrain, and not taken seriously. But it would not be safe for some. There comes the Queen of Navarre now.
"My faith!" said De Rilly, "one would think he was treading on your toes in doing so; yet you do not even know her." "She is the woman I have chosen to be in love with, nevertheless," I said. It seemed as if the Duke of Guise had come to the Louvre solely for a word with the Queen-mother, for now he took his departure, followed by his suite, while Catherine went to her own apartments.
"Oh, I sp'ose I'd rilly ought to hev an introduction before I jump up an' down, hadn't I?" "No need in the world, Calliope," he told her; "come on. I'll jump, too." And that was an added joy that he had read and re-read that one Friendship letter of mine, written on the night of Delia More's return, until it was as if he, too, knew Calliope.
"Whose blood is it?" asked De Rilly, as we hurried along the narrow street, back to the house. "That of M. de Noyard." "What? A duel?" "A kind of duel, a strange mistake! "The devil! Won't the Queen-mother give thanks! And won't the Duke of Guise be angry!" "M. de Noyard is not dead yet. His wound may not be fatal." I led the way into the house and up the steps to the apartment.
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