France -- History -- Louis XIII, 1610-1643 -- Fiction
Hérode was overjoyed, and his face shone like the full moon as he
rubbed his hands together and grinned broadly in his exuberant delight;
for the receipts were immense, and the cash-box was full to bursting.
Everybody had rushed to the theatre to see and applaud the now famous
Captain Fracasse—the capital actor and high-spirited gentleman—who
feared neither cudgels nor swords; and had not shrunk from encountering
the dreaded Duke of Vallombreuse, the terror of all the country round,
in mortal combat, as the champion of offended beauty. Blazius, however,
did not share the tyrant’s raptures, but on the contrary foreboded no
good from all this, for he feared, and not without reason, the
vindictive character of the Duke of Vallombreuse, and was apprehensive
that he would find some means of revenging himself for his defeat at de
Sigognac’s hands that would be detrimental to the troupe. “Earthen
vessels,” said he, “should be very careful how they get in the way of
metal ones, lest, if they rashly encounter them, they be ignominiously
smashed in the shock.” But Hérode, relying upon the support and
countenance of the Baron de Sigognac and the Marquis de Bruyères,
laughed at his fears, and called him faint-heart, a coward, and a
croaker.
When the comedians returned to their hotel, after the play was over, de
Sigognac accompanied Isabelle to the door of her room, and, contrary to
her usual custom, the young actress invited him to enter it with her.
When they found themselves quite alone, and safe from all curious eyes,
Isabelle turned to de Sigognac, took his hand in both of hers, and
pressing it warmly said to him in a voice trembling with emotion,
“Promise me never to run such a fearful risk for my sake again, de
Sigognac; promise me! Swear it, if you really do love me as you say.”
“That is a thing I cannot do,” the baron replied, “even to please you,
sweet Isabelle! If ever any insolent fellow dares to show a want of
proper respect for you, I shall surely chastise him for it, as I ought,
be he what he may—duke, or even prince.”
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