"But why do you
call Monsieur le Chevalier the count?"
"Is not that his title?" quietly.
"But . . ."
"Would Monsieur le Marquis take all this trouble if Monsieur le
Chevalier was anything but Monsieur le Comte?"
"I shall offer a dozen candles!" cried Breton, joyously.
Meantime the governor conducted the marquis around the fortress and the
chateau; and together they stood upon the highest balcony and looked
down upon the river, which was dotted with canoes and small boats.
"Magnificent!" repeated the marquis time and again.
"And not even in the Cevennes, Monsieur, will you see such sunsets,"
said De Lauson.
"This should not be managed by speculators," unconsciously pricking the
governor's quick, "nor by the priest's cold hand. It should be wholly
the king's. It would be France's salvation. What are they doing there
in Paris?"
"Spending money on lace for the Swiss and giving masks at the Palais
Royal."
"Richelieu died too soon; here would have been his fame." The marquis
never underestimated an enemy. "If your Excellency will excuse me now,
I will sleep. I am an old man, and sleep calls to me often.
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