A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 142: what you’re looking at

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138 A GENTLEMAN FROM GASCONY., can be called a court, has not improved you, ‘To-mor- row back you go to Vrissac, there to remain until you recover your senses! Bah! you do well to recall the memory of my late uncle, who was the one stain upon our honor. A traitor, a renegade, a——’” “Silence!” And the duchess stood before him pale with anger. “Not one word more, Monsieur le Vi- comte! Your uncle was a courteous gentleman, which his nephew is not! And one thing more. Remember that I am also mademoiselle’s guardian, and, in arrang- ing her life, you must reckon with me. Nomore! We will discuss this matter at another time. Good-night, Monsieur le Vicomte.” With a face as black as night and almost foaming at the mouth in his anger, Monsieur de Vrissac turned on hic heel, and, without parting salutation, flung himself furiously out of the room. Both the duchess and Gabrielle breathed more freely after his departure. After a pause, the duchess turned to her niece, drew her toward her and kissed her on the forehead. “You little heretic,” she murmured, gently, “at your age, there is but one religion, that of the heart.” “Then you give your consent?” asked Gabrielle, eagerly. | “I do not say that. But I will inquire further con- cerning this Chevalier de Puycadére, and then—we shall see. We shall see.” Into Gabrielle’s beautiful eyes came the light of love and hope, that light that never was on land or sea, and she would have overwhelmed her aunt with her grati- tude. But the latter affectionately cut her short. “Nay, nay,” she said. “’Tis too soon. We shall Comicbhoo S (<(@) == m :