Part 7 (1/2)
”You are determined to quarrel with me, I think It was a duel”
Andre-Louis interrupted hiht with pistols of which only M le Marquis's was loaded He invited Philippe to discuss thea quarrel upon hi him Be patient withyou of what I iine but what M le Marquis hi man's earnestness, M de Kercadiou's pale eyes fell away He turned with a shrug, and sauntered over to the
”It would need a court of honour to decide such an issue And we have no courts of honour,” he said
”But we have courts of justice”
With returning testiness the seigneur swung round to face hiain
”And what court of justice, do you think, would listen to such a plea as you appear to have in 's Lieutenant at Rennes”
”And do you think the King's Lieutenant would listen to you?”
”Not tothe plaint”
”I bring the plaint?” M de Kercadiou's pale eyes ith horror of the suggestion
”The thing happened here on your doainst M de La Tour d'Azyr! You are out of your senses, I think Oh, you are mad; as mad as that poor friend of yours who has co in what did not concern hie he used here to M le Marquis on the score of Mabey was of the most offensive Perhaps you didn't know that It does not at all surprise me that the Marquis should have desired satisfaction”
”I see,” said Andre-Louis, on a note of hopelessness
”You see? What the devil do you see?”
”That I shall have to depend upon myself alone”
”And what the devil do you propose to do, if you please?”
”I shall go to Rennes, and lay the facts before the King's Lieutenant”
”He'll be too busy to see you” And M de Kercadiou'sa trifle inconsequently, as weak h in Rennes already on the score of these crazy States General, hich the wonderful M Necker is to repair the finances of the kingdo Swiss bank-clerk, who is also a damned Protestant, could succeed where such men as Calonne and Brienne have failed”
”Good-afternoon, monsieur ?” was the querulous de”
”Wait, boy, wait!” The squat little ly face, and he set one of his podgy hands on his Godson's shoulder ”Now listen to ht-errantry--ood by it if you persist You've read 'Don Quixote,' and what happened to hiainst windmills It's ill happen to you, neither s as they are, my boy I wouldn't have a mischief happen to you”
Andre-Louis looked at hi wanly
”I swore an oath to-day which it would dao in spite of anything that I may say?” I again ”Very well, then, go Go to the devil!”