The Huguenot: A Tale of the French Protestants. Volumes I-IIIJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Huguenot: A Tale of the French Protestants. Volumes I-III
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Huguenots -- Fiction
Those, however, who were on the opposite side, and who, when looking
towards the minister, had at the same time in view the spot from which
the sounds proceeded, were seen to gaze sternly from time to time in
that direction; and once or twice, notwithstanding the solemn words
they heard, stooped down their heads together, and spoke in whispering
consultation. These appearances at length induced the Count de
Morseiul to turn his eyes that way; when he beheld a sight, which at
once made his blood boil, but made him thankful also that he had come
in such guise as even to act as a restraint upon himself, having no
arms of any kind upon him.
At the skirt of the crowd were collected a party of eighteen or twenty
dragoons, who were forcing their horses slowly in amongst the people,
who drew back, and gazed upon them with looks of stern determined
hatred. The purpose of the soldiers, indeed, seemed to be simply to
insult and to annoy, for they did not proceed to any overt act of
violence, and were so far separated from each other, in a disorderly
manner, that it could only be supposed they came thither to find
themselves sport, rather than to disperse the congregation by any
lawful authority. The foremost of the whole party was the young
Marquis de Hericourt, and Albert of Morseiul conceived, perhaps not
unreasonably, that there might be some intention of giving him
personal annoyance at the bottom of that young officer's conduct.
Distinguished from the rest of the people by his dress, the Count was
very plainly to be seen from the spot where De Hericourt was, and the
young dragoon slowly made his way towards him through the press,
looking at the people on either side with but ill-concealed signs of
contempt upon his countenance.
The Count determined, as far as possible, to set an example of
patience; and when the rash youth came close up to him, saying aloud,
"Ha, Monsieur de Morseiul, a lucky opportunity! I have long wished to
hear a _prêche_," the Count merely raised his hand as a sign for the
young man to keep silence, and pointed with his right hand to the
pastor, who with an undisturbed demeanour and steady voice pursued his
sermon as if not the slightest interruption had occurred, although the
young dragoon on horseback in the midst of his people, was at that
moment before him.
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