The Suitors of Yvonne
ll him the truth and expose to him the situation whereof he was himself the unconscious centre I dared not, lest his high-spirited
his thoughts had suddenly found occupation in another and a gentler theme than the ill-humour of men, and prese
t out, "she is a lovely ma
thought of how little he dreamt that it was of Yvonne St. Albaret de
iulio's plans are likely to suffer shipwreck. I shall not leave Choisy
s we had projected, after dining, for in an hour, o
t for some m
ans!" quoth he, banging his fist on
! Why
s, as a spark is born of flint and steel, and you may have laughed at the conceit, as I have laughed at it. But laugh no more, Gaston; for I who stand before you am one who h
l nephew, resigned to obey his reverend uncle's wishes, at least because fate f
e is going to Blois
I heard her servant sp
, the news will not awaken his ever-ready suspicions. Ciel! How beautiful she i
ing, boy. Oh, St. Gris! I understand; you are sp
me in am
dering to that lanky, nose-in-the
was not Yvonne after all who had imprisoned his wits. The Cardin
e-air Madame, as you call
lady that held my gaze. Pshaw! Wh
id I, but with a
scend whilst he was absent. Indeed, she might require some slight service that lay, perchance, in his power to render her. What an opportunity would he not lose were he abroad? She might even depart before we returned; and than that no greater calamity could just then befall him. No, he wou
mirror ready to hold the image of the first fair maid that looks into it through ou
enthusiasm and the monotony of a conversation which I could divert into no other channel from that upon which it had been started by a little slip of a girle heads of the families-being agreed and even anxious to bring about the union of Yvonne de Canaples and Andrea de Mancini, it was something new to have a cabal of persons who, from motives of principle-as St. Auban had it-should oppose the alliance so relentlessly as to even resort to violence if no other means occurred to them. It seemed vastly probable that Andrea would be disposed of by a knife in the back, and more than pro
cter that it was not until two hours afterwards th
Andrea; he stood bareheaded, despite the cold, conversing, with
hen presently I noted that the coach was Mademoiselle de Canaples's, I ce
to interrupt so pretty a scene, I waited, aloof, until these adieux should be concluded, and
he gentleman to whose courtesy we are indebted for
ur servants, and one to whom your thanks are a more than lavish payment
ss doth a tongue
nne's voice in answer. "Surely a
ew, Madem
r, is a great admi
I inferred that she was in ignorance of the compact into which his Emine
a bow, as though the compliment had been paid to him. "Am
ather is the Chevalier de Canaples, of whom it is possible that you may have heard. I am Yvonne de Canaples, of
courtliness of a moment ago had vanished, and he stood sheepish and gauche as a clown. At length he
stammered with a nervous laugh, as if
swered Geneviève, "
meet again. I, too, am travelling in th
red his farewell. The coachman roused his horses into an amble; the amble became a trot, and the vehicle vanished round a corner. Some few
shoulder; at the touch he started lik
e returned
de a discovery, and are o
er
es herself at every step of our lives. Had you fallen in love with Yvonne-and it passes my understanding why you
ishly. "What does it signify? To
aid this
ot even dream her
she is the wr
sir, 't is I who am to wed, and
And Ma
wered, with an
ou are resolve
no app
st if you would live; and unless you liv
aughing at me! I d
gravely, with
e, Andrea," and I took his arm, "let us ascend to that chamber which she has but just quitted. Who can tell but that we shall find there some token of her rec
mself as I drew him
"Your callous soul
s' experience. Pardieu! You shal
. If any the beautiful Geneviève had left behind her, they had been smothered i
erateness wherewith I ate, and betrayed thereby his impatience to be in the saddle and after her. I argued that whilst she saw him not she might think of him. But the argument,
let, Silvio, occupied the seat beside the coachman, whilst my stalwart Michelot rode behind leading my horse by the bridle. In this fashion we set out, and ere long the silence of m
g already through the streets of Etrechy; so that whilst I had slept we had covered some six leagues. Twilight had already set in, and Andrea lay back idly in the
hould not have thought, Gaston," he said, "that a man wi
oundly," I grumbled
have slept l
hear the name of Geneviève de Canaples. 'T is
d good-hu
never love
ft
you never conceiv
reds,
such a on
n its fellow. Be good enough to pull the co
h to ali
ichelot whilst you dream of her coral lips, her sapphire eye
se pages, Michelot was as much my friend as my servant. It was therefore no more than natural that I should communicate to him my f
ghts of étampes, where we proposed to lie, pee
town, and a few moments later we rattled
esh horses, and proceeded on their journey, intending to reach Monnerville that night. He was even mad enough to pr
d me, and suggested that we should throw a main together to kill time. The dice were found, and so clumsily did he use them that in half an hour, playing for beggarly crowns, he had lost twenty pistoles. Next he lost his temper, and with an oath pitched the cubes into the fire, swearing that they were toys for ch
e, the fool bade me good-night, and left me s