The Maid of Honour: A Tale of the Dark Days of France. Vol. 1 (of 3) — John Shaqi
The Maid of Honour: A Tale of the Dark Days of France. Vol. 1 (of 3)Wingfield, Lewis
History
The Maid of Honour: A Tale of the Dark Days of France. Vol. 1 (of 3)
Wingfield, Lewis
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
Here was one ready for conversion! Clovis woke up, and drawing his
chair closer, detailed with eager admiration the triumphs of the
prophet, to which the baron listened with the polite sceptical smile
that becomes one who is a noble--a superior person--and knows it.
Gabrielle looked grave and apologetic. The ground was slippery, and
the baroness, agile, despite her figure, again jumped into the breach.
"Yes. Just one more dish of tea, my sweetest marquise," she cried,
"and then we must go home to Montbazon. When you come to see us, if
you like to walk, you have only to cross the river in a boat, you
know, and the distance by the bridle-path is nothing. But I would not
wander alone if I were you, there are such sinister men about. Do you
know--of course you don't--that you've a nice thorn in your own side
that will soon prick you--he! he! That Jean Boulot of yours is a
shocking character, one of the odious, deceitful, crawling kind, which
is the worst of all!"
"Nothing of the sort, my dear!" interrupted the baron. "His opinions
are regretable, but he is a rough, honest fellow who professes a
humble fondness for the de Breze family, which does him honour!"
"And in the same breath he derides the aristocracy!" retorted the old
lady, with a giggle.
"Which can well look after itself!" replied her husband.
"Take my advice, dear, and get rid of him, or you'll regret it," urged
the baroness.
"He's a confidential servant, who was born and bred here!" objected
Gabrielle. "He and those who went before have always served us well,
and Jean would not hurt a hair of any of our heads, I warrant. He did
something silly the other day in the way of talking nonsense, and my
father rated him for it. That episode is over and forgotten."
"He's a democrat, or worse, if possible," asserted the baroness with
many nods. "Capable of anything, my dear; get rid of him; a scorpion!"
she continued, wagging her head; and content with this first
impression, the old lady gathered up her wraps, and with an elaborate
curtsey, swept away the family, delighted with the effect she had
produced.
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