Belle Rose: A Romance of the Cloak and Sword — page 323: what you’re looking at

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THE CHEVALIER D’ARRAINES. 305 seen the azure escutcheon with the three golden fleurs de lis, with the bar of the house of Condé.’’ “If any doubt is left you, I can dissipate it,’’ added the count, with the same tranquillity. And opening the window, he called, in a loud voice: ‘*Hey! 1’Epine!”’ A lackey with the livery of the prince ran under the window, hat in hand. ‘‘Lower quickly the carriage footstool, and tell Bourg- nignon to tighten the reins; we are going to leave.”’ The lackey saluted and advanced toward the coachman, who immediately picked up the reins. Monsieur de Pom- ereux shut the window and turned to the minister. ‘You have seen, monseigneur,’’ said he, smiling. Monsieur de Louvois was pale with anger; great though his power was, he could not yet afford to attack a prince of the blood. The arrest of an officer of the Prince de Condé’s household was one of those things whose conse- quences might be incalculable. The princes of the house of Condé were extremely jealous of their privileges, and they were capable of taking the affair to the king. Simple gentleman, Monsieur de Pomereux was open to any attack; captain of the hunts, Monsieur de Pomereux was protected by the shield with the three golden fleurs de lis. Fury did not so blind Monsieur de Louvois as to keep him from seeing clear their respective positions. He understood that he was conquered and resigned himself. Monsieur de Pomereux waited with crossed arms. **Go,’’ the minister said to him. Just as the count was retiring, Monsieur de Louvois de. tained him by the arm. **You are with Monsieur de Condé,’’ he said to him, “stay with him, my honest cousin. It is a piece of advice which I give you.”’ lt comes from you, and I will take care not to forget * a Monsieur de Pomereux bowed low and went out. Since the marriage of Belle-Rose and Suzanne the soft shades of the Abbey of St. Claire d’Ennery had seen the most beautiful days which the two lovers had yet lived. There was a constant succession of long walks in the woods, silent reveries on the banks of the murmuring streams, charming conversations at evening in the mead- ows. A time came, however, when Belle-Rose recollected. that @ he hada duty to fulfill, This duty he resolved to perform (E(0) micboo Ss. =)