A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 37: what you’re looking at

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GABRIELLE, 33 returned the duenna grimly. ‘ Besides, the first sum- mons to mass has sounded, and——” “Let us wait for the second,” interrupted mademoi- selle, with a mischievous smile. But there was no answering smile on the face of Dame Brigitte. Onthe contrary, she answered severely: ‘Mademoiselle, this is no place for you.” “Oh! my place for once in a way can well be where there is some amusement. ‘Too often it is where there is nothing but ennui. Oh! look, Dame Brigitte, look, what is going on yonder! Oh! the poor fellow! Let us hear what he is going to say!” “Mademoiselle! Mademoiselle!” But it-was evident that though the worthy duenna might command, it was beyond her power to enforce those commands, and willy nilly she was obliged to stay and listen to the speech of the unfortunate Gascon. When this was over, it was too late for mass, and to Dame Brigitte’s horror, the wilful young lady insisted upon remaining to witness the merriment in the Place Royale. Wandering hither and thither about the square, it chanced that they paused just in front of the arbor be- hind which the Gascon was concealed; and, peering through the leaves, the eyes of Raoul de Puycadére rested for the first time upon the fair face that was to play so large a part in the drama of his life and be hereafter the morning-star of his destiny. “Oh! Mademoiselle Gabrielle! Mademoiselle Ga- brielle!” groaned the poor duenna. “Gabrielle!” thought Raoul. “Gabrielle! The name of a divinity!” | “What would the duchess say?” pursued Dame Bri- gitte, shaking her head with direful forebodings. 3 wy. S (© Comicboo