De L'Orme.: The Works of G. P. R. James, Esq., Vol. XVI.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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De L'Orme.: The Works of G. P. R. James, Esq., Vol. XVI.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Fiction
The whole scene was visible to me through the open door of the
vestibule, and so irresistibly comic was it altogether, that I could
not refrain from staying to witness its termination. Again the _maître
d'hôtel_ essayed the feat, and again the malicious Houssaye rendered
his efforts abortive; upon which the discomfited party declared he
would carry his cause before a higher tribunal, and was proceeding
towards my father's apartments to state his grievances. But he
committed one momentous oversight which completed his defeat.
In the agitation of the moment he laid the trumpet down; Houssaye
pounced upon it like lightning, started upon a chair, and applied the
brass to his lips. The _maître d'hôtel_ threw his arms round him to
pull him down, but Houssaye's weight overbalanced his adversary, and
both rolled upon the floor together.
The old trumpeter, however, had blown many an inspiring blast on
horseback and on foot, in the charge, in the retreat, in the camp, or
in the rage of the battle; all situations were alike to him, and as he
rolled over and over with the _maître d'hôtel_, he still kept the
trumpet to his lips, and blew, and blew, and blew, till such a call to
the standard echoed through the château as had never before disturbed
its peaceful halls.
After I had seen the conclusion of this doughty contention, I was
proceeding towards my father's library, when I was met in the corridor
by the whole party coming from their various apartments. My father
resigned to no one the honour of handing down the Countess; and the
Marquis turned to offer his hand to Helen, who followed her, giving a
slight sort of start as his eye fell upon so much loveliness.
"I did not know, madam," said he, "that you had so fair a daughter."
"She is no farther my daughter," replied the Countess, looking back to
Helen with a smile, "than in being the daughter of my love.
Mademoiselle Arnault, Monsieur le Marquis de St. Brie!"
The hall, as we entered it, looked more splendid than ever I had seen
it. With infinite labour, the old banners, that flaunted in the air
above the table, had been cleared of their antique dust; all our
family plate was displayed upon the buffet; and the eight liveried
lackeys, in their new suits, gave an air of feudal state to the hall,
that it had not possessed since the days of Henri Quatre.
During the first service but little was said by any one. After the
grave employment of half an hour, however, the mind would fain have
its share of activity; and, though somewhat impeded by the gross
aliments of the body, found means to issue forth and mingle with the
banquet.
"The bird of Juno," said the Marquis, pointing to a peacock that, with
its spread tail and elevated crest, ornamented the centre of the
table, "is a fitting dish in such a proud hall as this. I love to dine
in a vast and antique room, with every haughty accessory that can give
solemnity to the repast."
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