One in a Thousand; or, The Days of Henri QuatreJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
History
One in a Thousand; or, The Days of Henri Quatre
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
France -- History -- Henry IV, 1589-1610 -- Fiction
"I am sure if my father be in such a rage," replied Beatrice, in the
tone of a spoilt boy, caught in some trick more outrageous than
ordinary, "I am sure if my father be in such a rage, I shall not go
back till he is cool again; and so you may go and tell him, good
Master Joachim!"
"Oh, let us go! let us go!" said Eugenie in a low tone; and now
comprehending her companion's scheme, but anxious to bring the scene
to an end as speedily as possible, "Oh, let us go! it is useless to
delay."
"That is right! Monsieur l'Abbé, that is right!" cried the old man;
"but you need be under no fear of your father either, Master Leonard,
for good Father Philip has made him promise that nothing shall be said
if you do but come home quietly. There is the carriage, as you see,
standing ready, with Jean the lackey, and nothing shall be said I
promise you; but if you will not go peaceably, of your own will, I
must make you go whether you will or not, and these good gentlemen of
the guard will help me."
"Ay, that we will," cried the lanceprisade. "Two young truants! If ye
were not two such pretty boys, I should feel tempted to make your
backs so well acquainted with the staff of my halbert, that you would
jump into the carriage fast enough, I will answer for it!"
"We will not give thee the trouble, most redoubtable hero," answered
Beatrice, in a mocking tone. "But, as we must go, there is a crown for
you and your pot companions to drink to the health of the Duc du Petit
Chatelet and the Abbé des Ponts et Chaussees."
The man laughed and took the money; and Beatrice, with the same gay
and swaggering air, marched forward through the gate, followed by
Eugenie; while the old man came after; the lanceprisade of the guard
taking care to whisper in his ear, with a knowing look ere he went,
"You had better look sharp to them, or that young chap will give you
the slip yet; he is as full of mischief as a loaded cannon."
"Ay! ay! I will look to them," said the old man, with a solemn shake
of the head; "I will look to them, sir Lanceprisade, and many thanks
for your kind help and assistance in taking them."
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