Arthur Blane; or, The Hundred CuirassiersGrant, James
History
Arthur Blane; or, The Hundred Cuirassiers
Grant, James
France -- History -- Louis XIII, 1610-1643 -- Fiction
'M. Blane,' said she, looking me full in the face, while her clear
bright eyes filled with emotion, 'if you propose to continue this
spirit of gallantry or banter during our journey, I shall leave you
at the first gate of Paris, and pursue my way alone.'
'Nicola, you are quick as gunpowder; but in what character do we
travel? Father and daughter?'
'No, brother and sister.'
'By Jove! a dearer relationship would save trouble immensely. Oh,
pardon--pardon me, Nicola,' I added, as her cheek reddened and her
eyes sparkled with anger; 'on my honour I will offend you no more.'
Antoine now announced that our nags were waiting at the postern, and
in half an hour after this we had passed through Paris together,
Nicola mounted on a stout and plainly-trapped little horse, and I on
Dagobert. About mid-day we passed the last barrier, and took the
road to Meaux, furnished duly with passports addressed to the various
lieutenants du roi, or deputy-governors, of which every fortified
town in France had one.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
MY PRETTY PENITENT.
'This is passing strange!' thought I, as we trotted along the highway
towards Meaux, the cathedral spire of which rose above the mosses of
the ville on the right bank of the Marne; 'here am I, Blane of that
Ilk and Blanerne, a Chevalier of the Garde du Corps Ecossais, and so
forth, acting gentleman usher to a French waiting-maid--a squire o'
the stirrup to a wandering damsel, and that damsel a soubrette!'
And yet, as these irritating and ungenerous thoughts occurred to me
while peeping at my companion from time to time, I became impressed
by the grace with which she managed her horse, by her youth, her
beauty, and loveliness; and, above all, by a purity of thought and
choice of language in her conversation which convinced me that Nicola
was somewhat better than she seemed; and from some remarks she let
fall, I discovered that her father was a reputable citizen of Nanci,
whom the fortune of war had forced into the ranks of Duke Charles
IV.; that her mother was dead, and her stepmother, to whom she was
returning, disliked and ill used her.
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