A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 82: what you’re looking at

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78 A GENTLEMAN FROM GASCONY, however, he was too conscious of the benefits accruing to himself from his marriage to show too keenly his displeasure. So, after a slight hesitation, he had an- swered: “T will not ask you to love me, but, if you will be my ally, I could brave anything; but with you as my enemy, I am lost.” “Oh, yourenemy? Never, sire!” “But my ally?” “Most assuredly.” | &% And so, between husband and wife, was formed a frank and loyal alliance. As Henriremembered this he felt that she was right; that he could not refuse the first request of this beau- tiful creature, whom, moreover, he was beginning to find adorable. But, just as his lips framed themselves to give consent, a quick suspicion flashed across his brain, and he glanced a little frowningly at the bent head of the chevalier and then at his wife. Was this man, for whom she pleaded, perchance her lover? But no sooner was the suspicion formed than Margue- rite, quick-witted as she was, guessed what was passing in his mind, and, advancing a step closer, she whispered a few words in his ear. As by magic, the king’s countenance cleared, and he turned his gaze in the direction of Mademoiselle de Vrissac, who at a little distance was watching the inter- view with parted lips and eager eyes. “Ventre Saint Gris!” he said, with a low laugh. “Lies the wind in that quarter? Well, have it your own way. What shall his punishment be?” “ Make him one of your equerries.”’ ) “Eh! But you go far! Bien, so be it! Monsieur le Chevalier,” he continued, turning to Raoul, “at the Comichbooks (E(@) im =)