A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 120: what you’re looking at

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116 A GENTLEMAN FROM GASCONY. other occupants from their benches and tables with buffets and strokes of their riding-whips. “Here, Simon! Simon Beppa!” cried one handsome young fellow, who seemed to be the leader of the party. “Sweep your place clear of this canaille/ Throw them outside the door.” “Or into the river,” interposed another. “Or anywhere so that they remove themselves from our vicinity.”” And the Duke de Bassompierre, for the speaker was that dissolute young nobleman, caught up an essence bottle of gold which was suspended by a jewelled chain from his belt, and inhaled it as if the atmosphere were poison to him. “Ma foi, Lemours,” he continued, addressing one of his friends. “This place is tainted with the odor of rascality. And no wonder, for I think I see that scoun- drel Goujon yonder.” The chevalier was leaning nonchalantly against the fireplace, half-hidden in its shadow. Since the duke’s first words he had been puzzling his brains to remem- ber where he had heard that voice before; and now it all flashed across him. This haughty young fellow was the one he had heard talking to the Vicomte de Vrissac at Saint Germain, when he himself lay hidden in the gypsies’ van. As Sergeant Goujon heard his name pronounced by the duke, coupled though it was with anything but a complimentary epithet, he staggered forward, hat in hand, bowing most obsequiously. “At your grace’s service,” he began, but was cut short by the duke’s saying to his companions: “A brave fellow this—a very brave fellow; at firing from a window, or killing his man from behind the shadow of a bulkhead.” (OME KS (<(o LAA ? , 4 a ‘a. e