Adventure stories; France -- History -- Henry IV, 1589-1610 -- Fiction
'Whatever my business may be, monsieur, there is one thing I must
attend to first, and I must request the pleasure of your company to
discuss it.'
'Ah!' he said, stroking the marabout feathers in his hat, 'that
difference of opinion we had about the woods of Bidache, eh? I see
from your face it is so. I had almost forgotten it.'
'Monsieur's memory is convenient.'
He bowed with a grin; 'I am old, but shall take care not to forget
this time----'
'Come, gentlemen,' and Belin interposed, 'the day is too young to
begin to quarrel, and if this must come to a meeting allow your
seconds to arrange the time and place. One moment, baron,' and taking
me by the arm he led me to the door. '_Malheureux!_' he whispered,
'will you upset the kettle! See me to-morrow, and adieu!' He pressed
my hand and I went out, preceded by Vallon, who must have caught
Belin's words, but whose face was as impassive as stone.
CHAPTER XI
A SWIM IN THE SEINE
Swearing he would be back again in a week, Jacques set out for Ezy
within an hour of our return to the Rue des Deux Mondes, and his going
had removed one weight from my mind. I knew full well that, unless
something beyond his control happened, my business would be faithfully
discharged, though I felt I was losing a tower of strength when I
needed support most, as I watched him riding along the Malaquais,
mounted on the sorrel and leading the grey.
He went out of sight at last, and, now that the momentary bustle
caused by his departure had ceased, I had leisure to think of what I
had heard from de Belin; and those who have read the preceding pages,
and have formed their judgment as to what was my character at that
time, can well imagine that I was mentally on the rack.
The trouble with d'Ayen was bad enough, but united to that was Belin's
statement, that she--she was prepared, no matter what the consequences
were, to give her hand to de Gomeron! Had I been in her place death
would have been preferable to me rather than this alternative; and
then I thought of the token she had sent back to me--felt that I was
being trifled with, and gave full rein to my jealous and bitter
temper.
To all intents and purposes I was alone in my chamber, and yet I could
swear that there was an invisible presence at my ear that whispered,
'Fooled! Tricked! She is but as other women are, and you have played
the quintain for her practice.'
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