France -- History -- Louis XIV, 1643-1715 -- Fiction; Fronde -- Fiction
It was four or five days before he came to the end of the banquets and
festivities of all sorts, with which his friends entertained him; he
was seen constantly with Ravailly, who walked about with his left arm
in that of Canolles and his right in a sling. When the drums beat
and the Bordelais set out upon some expedition or hurried to quell an
uprising, they were sure to see Canolles somewhere on the way, either
with Ravailly on his arm, or alone, with his hands behind his back,
interested, smiling, and inoffensive.
Since his arrival he had seen Madame de Cambes very rarely, and had
hardly spoken to her; the viscountess seemed to be content so long as
he was not with Nanon, and she was happy to know that he was in her
neighborhood.
Canolles wrote to her to complain, mildly, whereupon she procured for
him invitations to one or two houses in the city.
More than that. Canolles, through Lenet's intercession, had obtained
permission to pay his respects to Madame de Condé, and the comely
prisoner appeared sometimes at her receptions, dancing attendance upon
the ladies of her suite.
It would be impossible, however, to imagine a man less interested than
Canolles in political matters. To see Madame de Cambes and exchange
a few words with her; if he could not succeed in speaking to her, to
receive an affectionate smile and nod from her, to press her hand when
she entered her carriage, and, Huguenot though he was, to offer her
holy water at church,--such were the main points of interest in the
prisoner's day.
At night he thought over what had taken place during the day.
It was not long, however, before this mild distraction ceased to
satisfy the prisoner. As he fully realized the exquisite delicacy of
Madame de Cambes, who was even more solicitous for his honor than
her own, he sought to enlarge the circle of his distractions. In the
first place he fought with an officer of the garrison and with two
bourgeois, which helped to while away a few hours. But as he disarmed
one of his opponents and wounded the others, that form of amusement
soon failed him for lack of persons disposed to amuse him.
Then he indulged in one or two little love-affairs. This was not to be
wondered at, for not only was Canolles, as we have said, an extremely
well-favored youth, but since he had been a prisoner he had become
immeasurably more interesting. For three whole days and the morning of
the fourth his captivity was the talk of the town; more could hardly be
said of that of Monsieur le Prince.
One day when Canolles hoped to see Madame de Cambes at church,--and
when Madame de Cambes, perhaps for fear of meeting him there, did not
appear,--as he stood at his post by the pillar he offered the holy
water to a charming creature whom he had not before seen. It was not
the fault of Canolles, but of Madame de Cambes; for if she had come, he
would have thought of none but her, would have seen none but her, and
would have offered holy water to none but her.
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