A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 26: what you’re looking at

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32 A GENTLEMAN FROM GASCONY. “Look you, Master Goujon,” he said, sternly and with’ little or no attempt to conceal his annoyance, “and pay strict heed to my words. Evidently, you have learned - your lesson well. So far, so good! But discretion is a virtue you apparently lack. Beware how you speak again in public places. Bridle your tongue, and see that it wags no more like the clapper behind an old gossip’s lips. Good-day!” Goujon’s face fell. Crestfallen, he made another low obeisance, then, turning, strode away with but a poor assumption of his former eee and was soon | lost in the crowd. “Really this is most cxicasedbenee my dear Hector,” began the duke. “What, you, the Vicomte——” ; “Tush!” interrupted De Vrissac, testily. “A few more magpies like that, and our great cause is lost.” “Our great cause?” “Certainly. Your cause, my cause, the cause of all good Catholics, the cause of the great Henri!” “What Henri?” “There is only one.” “And he?” “ Henri of Guise.” De Bassompierre was silent for a moment, and then he said slowly, waving his hand toward the crowd in the Place Royale: “To judge from this scene, one might think there was another Henri in France—Henri of Navarre.” With a smothered malediction, the vicomte laid his hand feverishly upon the jewelled hilt of the dagger he wore at his belt. “ By the mass!” he replied in a low, tense voice, “let Navarre enjoy his glory while he may. ‘Twill be short-lived, I promise that.” Comicbooks (E(0 in =>