Saint Bartholomew's Eve: A Tale of the Huguenot WarsHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
History
Saint Bartholomew's Eve: A Tale of the Huguenot Wars
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
France -- History -- Wars of the Huguenots, 1562-1598 -- Fiction
"Two or three minutes later, I saw her come out. Whatever she had
bought, she had hidden it under her cloak. Up to this time she had
walked fast, but she now loitered, and looked at the wares
displayed on the stalls.
"'You are in no hurry to go back,' I said to myself. 'You have got
what you wanted, and you do not wish to attract attention, by
returning to the palace after so short an absence.'
"At last, when she was in a quiet spot, I walked quickly up to her.
"'Mademoiselle,' I said, taking off my hat, 'I am a friend of the
gentleman for whom you have bought that salve, and other matters.'
"She became very white, but she said stoutly:
"'I don't know what you are talking about, sir; and if you molest a
modest young woman in the streets, I shall appeal to the town
constables for protection.'
"'I repeat,' I said, 'that I am a friend of the gentleman for whom
you have just bought the materials for dressing his wounds. I am
the servant of his cousin, the Chevalier Fletcher; and the name of
your patient is Count Francois de Laville.'
"She looked at me, stupefied with astonishment, and stammered:
"'How do you know that?'
"'It is enough, mademoiselle, that I know it,' I said. 'My master
and I have come to Paris, expressly to find Monsieur de Laville;
and when we have found him, to aid him to make his escape. Do not
hesitate to confide in me, for only so shall we succeed in the
object of our journey.'
"'What is your master's Christian name?' she asked, still doubtful.
"'It is Philip,' I said.
"She clasped her hands together.
"'The good God be praised!' she exclaimed. 'It was of Philip he
spoke, when he was so ill. He was unconscious. Surely it is He that
has sent you to me. It has been terrible for me to bear my secret,
alone.'
"'Let us walk farther,' I said, 'before you tell me more. There are
too many people passing here; and if they notice the tears on your
cheeks, they may suspect me of ill treating you, and may ask
troublesome questions.'
"After a few minutes' walk, we came to a quiet square.
"'Let us sit down on this stone seat,' I said. 'We can talk freely
here. Now, tell me all about it.'
"'I am one of the bedmakers of the palace, and it fell to me to
sweep the room occupied by the Count de Laville. Once or twice he
came in, while I was there, and spoke pleasantly; and I thought
what a handsome fellow he was, and said to myself what a pity it
was that he was a heretic. When that terrible night came, we were
all aroused from our sleep, and many of us ran down in a fright to
see what was the matter. We heard shouts, and cries, and the
clashing of swords.
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