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to be polite, my niece."

The girl rose to her feet and turned towards the new comers. She



moved all of a piece; and shame and exhaustion were expressed in

every line of her fresh young body; and she held her head down and



kept her eyes upon the pavement, as she came slowly forward. In

the course of her advance, her eyes fell upon Denis de Beaulieu's



feet - feet of which he was justly vain, be it remarked, and wore

in the most elegant accoutrement even while travelling. She paused



- started, as if his yellow boots had conveyed some shocking

meaning - and glanced suddenly up into the wearer's countenance.



Their eyes met; shame gave place to horror and terror in her looks;

the blood left her lips; with a piercingscream she covered her



face with her hands and sank upon the chapel floor.

"That is not the man!" she cried. "My uncle, that in not the man!"



The Sire de Maletroit chirped agreeably. "Of course not," he said;

"I expected as much. It was so unfortunate you could not remember



his name."

"Indeed," she cried, "indeed, I have never seen this person till



this moment - I have never so much as set eyes upon him - I never

wish to see him again. Sir," she said, turning to Denis, "if you



are a gentleman, you will bear me out. Have I ever seen you - have

you ever seen me - before this accursed hour?"



"To speak for myself, I have never had that pleasure," answered the

young man. "This is the first time, messire, that I have met with



your engaging niece."

The old gentleman shrugged his shoulders.



"I am distressed to hear it," he said. "But it is never too late

to begin. I had little more acquaintance with my own late lady ere



I married her; which proves," he added with a grimace, "that these

impromptu marriages may often produce an excellent understanding in



the long-run. As the bridegroom is to have a voice in the matter,

I will give him two hours to make up for lost time before we



proceed with the ceremony." And he turned towards the door,

followed by the clergyman.



The girl was on her feet in a moment. "My uncle, you cannot be in

earnest," she said. "I declare before God I will stab myself



rather than be forced on that young man. The heart rises at it;

God forbids such marriages; you dishonour your white hair. Oh, my



uncle, pity me! There is not a woman in all the world but would

prefer death to such a nuptial. Is it possible," she added,



faltering - "is it possible that you do not believe me - that you

still think this" - and she pointed at Denis with a tremor of anger



and contempt - "that you still think THIS to be the man?"

"Frankly," said the old gentleman, pausing on the threshold, "I do.



But let me explain to you once for all, Blanche de Maletroit, my

way of thinking about this affair. When you took it into your head



to dishonour my family and the name that I have borne, in peace and

war, for more than three-score years, you forfeited, not only the



right to question my designs, but that of looking me in the face.

If your father had been alive, he would have spat on you and turned



you out of doors. His was the hand of iron. You may bless your

God you have only to deal with the hand of velvet, mademoiselle.



It was my duty to get you married without delay. Out of pure

goodwill, I have tried to find your own gallant for you. And I



believe I have succeeded. But before God and all the holy angels,

Blanche de Maletroit, if I have not, I care not one jack-straw. So



let me recommend you to be polite to our young friend; for upon my

word, your next groom may be less appetising."



And with that he went out, with the chaplain at his heels; and the

arras fell behind the pair.



The girl turned upon Denis with flashing eyes.

"And what, sir," she demanded, "may be the meaning of all this?"



"God knows," returned Denis gloomily. "I am a prisoner in this

house, which seems full of mad people. More I know not; and



nothing do I understand."

"And pray how came you here?" she asked.



He told her as briefly as he could. "For the rest," he added,

"perhaps you will follow my example, and tell me the answer to all



these riddles, and what, in God's name, is like to be the end of

it."






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