The daughter of a
Montbazon would never look at a clod. . . . Monks of Touraine!" he
ejaculated. "I remember now. I have seen her. Madame, I compliment
you."
"Beaufort, believe me when I say that my daughter and the Chevalier du
Cevennes have never met face to face. I am in a position to know.
Since presentation Gabrielle has not been to court, unless it has been
without my knowledge. Certainly the motive must have been robbery."
"Nothing of the sort. Nothing was missing from the Hotel de Brissac.
The Chevalier is rich."
"The Chevalier? I tell you that the association is impossible. In the
first place . . . It is of no matter," biting her lips. "I know."
"_Ventre Saint Gris_! as my grandfather used to say, there is but one
grey cloak lined with purple satin, but one square velvet collar, a
fashion which the Chevalier invented himself. Three persons saw and
recognized the cloak. If the Chevalier returns, it is the Bastille and
forgetfulness. Mazarin is becoming as strict as those pot-hat Puritans
yonder in England. He might possibly overlook a duel in the open; but
to enter a man's house by the window .
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