Part 21 (1/2)
”Lad, what an evil mind you have!” said the Chevalier in surprise
”There is so below all this Did he pay you those pistoles he lost to you in December?”
”To the last coin”
”Have you played with hiht he won back the amount he lost to me; and with these fifty pistoles our accounts are square What have you against the vicomte? I have always found him a man And of all those who called themselves my friends, has not he alone stood forth?”
”There is some motive,” still persisted the poet
”Time will discover it”
”Oh, the devil, Paul! he loves Madaht of him”
”What! is all Paris in love with Madame de Brissac? You have explained your antipathy Every ht to love”
”I know it”
”I wonder how it happens that I have never seen this daughter of the Montbazons?”
”You have your own affair”
”Past tense, my lad, past tense Noish to be alone I have so to do which requires complete isolation Go to bed and sleep, and do not worry about me Come at seven; I shall be awake” The Chevalier stood and held forth his arms They embraced Once alone the outcast blew out the candle, folded his arms on the table, and hid his face in them After that it was very still in the private asse in the chimney
CHAPTER X
THE DILIGENCE FROM ROUEN AND THE MASQUERADING LADIES
The diligence fro the road to Rochelle Eddies of snoind-formed, whirled hither and thither, or danced around the vehicle like spirits possessed of infinite mischief
Here and there a sickly tree stretched forth its barren arainst the alled through drifts which nearly reached their bellies; again, they staggered through hidden marsh pools The postilion, wrapped in a blanket, cursed deeply and with ardor He swung his whip not soin his body Devil take wohway in such weather! Teninn Stop? Not they!
Rochelle, Rochelle, and nothing but Rochelle!
”How lonely!” A woht There was no light save that which came from the pallor of the store the air s the city It is abominably cold”
”The sea, the sea!” The voice was rich and young, but heavy eariness ”And we are nearing Rochelle? Good! My confidence begins to return You must hide me well, Anne”
”Mazarin shall never find you You will remain in the city till I take leave of earthly affairs”
”A convent, Anne? Oh, if you will But why Canada? You are hteen You have not even knohat love is yet”
”Have you?”