Richelieu: A Tale of France, v. 3/3James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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Richelieu: A Tale of France, v. 3/3
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Richelieu, Armand Jean du Plessis, duc de, 1585-1642 -- Fiction
"Nay," replied the other, "for that matter, it is as good a nest as any
one would wish to house in: but it is not quite so forsaken as folks
think. We did put up there at first; but one night, while all of our
party were out but three--being myself and two others who stayed--we
heard suddenly the sound of horses, and looking out, we saw by the
twilight five stout cavaliers dismount in the court; and up they marched
to the very room where we were sitting, so that we had scarce time to
bundle up our things and to cover. And there they sat for four good
hours; while we were shut up in the little watch-tower next to them,
with no way to get out, and no powder but what was in our carbines, or
mayhap we should have given them a dose or two of leaden pills, for at
first we thought they were on the look-out for our band. But presently
after, up came another, and then they all set to, to talk high treason.
I could not well hear, for the door was so thick, and we dared not move;
but I know they spoke of a treaty with Spain, and bringing in Spanish
troops into France. Since then, we have kept to the vaults, for fear of
being nosed."
"Well, Louise," whispered the Norman, turning to the _soubrette_, "you
see I did not come here for no purpose. It is this treaty with Spain I
want to find out; and if I do, our fortune is made for ever, and you
will eat off gold, and drink out of gold, and be as happy as a
princess!"
The prospects which her husband held out, and which might certainly be
called golden, were not without their effect on Louise; but still his
evident familiarity with the gentleman in the rusty steel coat did not
at all suit her ideas of propriety, nor were the matters which they
discussed in the least to her taste; but as remonstrance was in vain,
and she began to perceive that the influence of her tears was not very
great, she resigned herself to her fate in silence.
Several more questions and replies passed between the Norman and his
ancient comrade, which, as they tend to throw no light upon this
history, shall not find a place therein. At length Monsieur Callot, in
as hospitable and courtly a strain as he could assume, requested the
pleasure of Monsieur Marteville's company to spend the evening in the
vaults of the old chateau, if he had not grown too fine, by living among
the great, to associate with his old friends. In return for this, the
worthy Norman assured him, that he never was so happy as when he was in
their society, accepted the invitation with pleasure, and begged to
introduce his wife. Callot would fain have offered his salute to the
lips of the fair lady, and had mounted on a huge stone beside her horse
for that purpose; but Louise repulsed him with the dignity of a duchess,
and Callot did not press the matter farther, merely giving a shrewd wink
of the eye and screw of the under-jaw, as much as to say, "she's nice,
it seems," and then led the way towards the present abode of
Marteville's old band.
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