The Man-at-Arms; or, Henry De Cerons. Volumes I and IIJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Man-at-Arms; or, Henry De Cerons. Volumes I and II
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Huguenots -- Fiction
And, as she spoke, she unscrewed the large massy ring of gold which
encircled the haft just where the blade was inserted. A large emerald
which was at the top also unscrewed without difficulty, and the blade
then, with a much smaller haft of solid steel, was drawn out from the
false case of gold. Round the real haft was wrapped a roll of fine
vellum, which encircled it six times; and, on opening it, I saw at the
bottom the handwriting of my cousin the baron. It was his name,
attached to an acknowledgment and covenant, duly drawn up in legal
form, whereby he deprived himself of the power of ever selling either
the lordship of De Cerons or the barony of Blancford; settled the
succession of the first-named property on me in case of his death
without male heirs, and the other also in case of his death childless.
The vellum still farther set forth, that he made this settlement in
consideration of receiving the estate of De Cerons, and another farm
belonging to my father, below their real value, my father being
unwilling that they should depart from a race to which they had
belonged, for centuries. It was witnessed by a personage of the name
of Des Chappes; and Martin Vern, pointing to that name as I stood,
thunderstruck, gazing at the vellum, said,
"He is still living, and revered by the whole Parliament, of which he
is one of the most honourable members. I have myself asked him if he
remembers the transaction, and can tell you that, having a deep regard
for your late father, he can swear to every line, though he be past
eighty years of age."
"These are, indeed, great and extraordinary tidings," I said, grasping
the good merchant's hand: "but I fear, my good friend, that, by
exercising the rights that this paper gives me, I shall but make the
separation between myself and my proud cousin the more complete. How
shall I, by any means here presented to me, gain his regard or his
affection?"
"Did you never in life observe, Monsieur de Cerons," said the
merchant, "That men often treat haughtily and harshly those they love,
while they are courteous and yielding to those they fear. The baron
loves you far better than any one except his own children: he
respects, he esteems you, and, at the same time, he hates, contemns,
and fears your rival. If you assist and support him against this Lord
of Blaye, while you maintain your own rights with kindly firmness, you
will cause him to rest upon you, and give way to his own better
feelings. Let us first stop the sale; that, depend upon it, will stop
the marriage. Then, if we had time, we could leave time to do its
work. But," he added, musing, "but I will not trust to what time may
bring forth. Everything is a matter of merchandise in this world: what
will you give for a wife you love, Monsieur de Cerons?"
"All that I have on earth!" I replied, smiling.
"Nay, nay, not so much as that," answered the merchant. "Will you give
sixty thousand livres?"
"If I had it I would," I answered; "but I have it not."
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