France -- History -- Henry II, 1547-1559 -- Fiction; Montgomery, Gabriel, comte de, 1530-1574 -- Fiction
The key was in the outer door, which Gabriel softly opened; but the
inner door was closed, and Gabriel could hear through the partition
bursts of laughter and the clinking of glasses. Thereupon he knocked
with some force, and announced himself in an imperious voice. The noise
ceased abruptly; and as Gabriel only called the louder, Arnauld du Thill
hurriedly opened the door to his master. In fact, he made too much
haste, and failed to allow sufficient time for a fluttering dress, which
was vanishing through an opposite door, to disappear completely before
Gabriel came in.
He took it to be some little love-making with the housemaid; and as he
was not very prudish in his ideas, he could not refrain from smiling as
he reprimanded his squire.
"Aha, Martin," said he, "I think you must be much better than you
pretend! A table all set, three bottles, and two covers! I seem to have
frightened away your companion at the banquet. Never mind! I have seen
now very decisive proofs of your recovery, and I am more than ever free
from hesitation about ordering you to start to-morrow."
"That was my intention, you know, Monseigneur," said Arnauld, rather
abashed; "and I was just saying my adieus--"
"To a friend? Oh, yes!" said Gabriel, "that shows your kind heart; but
friendship must not make us forget our duty, and I must insist that you
be on your way to Paris before I rise to-morrow. You have the governor's
safe-conduct; your outfit has been ready for some days: your horse is as
thoroughly rested as yourself; your purse is full, thanks to the
confidence of our good host, who has only one regret, worthy man, and
that is that he is unable to advance the whole of my ransom. You lack
nothing, Martin; and if you start early in the morning you ought to be
in Paris in three days. Do you remember what you are to do when you are
safely there?"
"Yes, Monseigneur. I am to go at once to the house in the Rue des
Jardins de St. Paul, to inform your nurse of your safety; to ask her for
the ten thousand crowns required for your ransom, and three thousand
more for your expenses and debts here; and as tokens of my authority, I
am to show her this line from you, and your ring."
"Useless precautions, Martin, for my good nurse knows you well, my
faithful fellow! but I have yielded to your scruples. Remember to see
that this money is got together as quickly as possible, do you
understand?"
"Never fear, Monseigneur. When I have the money, and have handed your
letter to Monsieur l'Amiral, I am to come back even faster than I went
away."
"No wretched quarrels on the way, above all things!" "There is no
danger, Monseigneur."
"Well, then, adieu, Martin, and good luck to you!"
"In ten days you will see me here again, Monseigneur, and at sunrise
to-morrow I shall be a long way from Calais."
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