Part 24 (1/2)
CHAPTER 13
An I of the day after that on which I swore ave certain orders, and then rested in greater contentment than I had known for soh it cannot cure love, is yet a narcotic to it; so that Sapt, who grew feverish,in an ar to one of s in aRupert Hentzau, who feared neither h the deht hide a h it had been the park at Strelsau, cantered up to where I lay, boith burlesque deference, and craving private speech with e from the Duke of Strelsau Ihi is in love, it see
”It is well,” he rejoined ”Co posture
”What's the entle your horse, , er”
”Why keep up the farce?” he asked, negligently dusting his boot with his glove
”Because it is not finished yet; and meanwhile I'll choose my own name”
”Oh, so be it! Yet I spoke in love for you; for indeed you are amy poor honesty,” said I, ”maybe I am But that I keep faith with men, and honour olance of anger
”Is your mother dead?” said I
”Ay, she's dead”
”She may thank God,” said I, and I heard hie?” I continued
I had touched him on the raw, for all the world knew he had broken his mother's heart and flaunted his one for the rowled ”A halter for you, sire, was estion But he offers you safe-conduct across the frontier and a million crowns”
”I prefer your offer, my lord, if I am bound to one”
”You refuse?”
”Of course”
”I told Michael you would;” and the villain, his teave me the sunniest of smiles ”The fact is, between ourselves,” he continued, ”Michael doesn't understand a gentleh
”And you?” I asked
”I do,” he said ”Well, well, the halter be it”