Helmet of Navarre eBook

Bertha Runkle
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 423 pages of information about Helmet of Navarre.

Helmet of Navarre eBook

Bertha Runkle
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 423 pages of information about Helmet of Navarre.

     Kiss me, Folly; hug me, Mirth: 
     Life without you’s nothing worth!

Monsieur, can I lend you a hat?”

I had already opened the door and was holding it for my master to pass, when Peyrot picked up from the floor and held out to him a battered and dirty toque, with its draggled feather hanging forlornly over the side.  Chafed as he was, M. Etienne could not deny a laugh to the rascal’s impudence.

“I cannot rob monsieur,” he said.

“M. le Comte need have no scruple.  I shall buy me better out of his fifty pistoles.”

But M. Etienne was out in the passage, I following, banging the door after me.  We went down the stair in time to Peyrot’s lusty carolling: 

     Mirth I’ll keep, though riches fly,
     While Folly’s sure to linger by!

“Think you we’ll get the packet?” I asked.

“Aye.  I think he wants his fifty pistoles.  Mordieu! it’s galling to let this dog set the terms.”

“Monsieur,” I cried, “perhaps he’ll not stir out at once.  I’ll run home for Vigo and his men, and we’ll make the rascal disgorge.”

“Now are you more zealous than honest, boy.”

I was silent, abashed, and he added: 

“I had not been afraid to try conclusions with him, pistols or not, were I sure that he had the packet.  I believe he has, yet there is the chance that, after all, in this one particular he speaks truth.  I cannot take any chances; I must get those papers for Monsieur.”

“Yes, we could not have done otherwise, M. Etienne.  But, monsieur, will you dare go to this inn?  M. le Comte is a man in jeopardy; he may not keep rendezvous of the enemy’s choosing.”

“I might not keep one of Lucas’s choosing.  Though,” he added, with a smile, “natheless, I think I should.  But it is not likely this fellow knows of the warrant against me.  Paris is a big place; news does not travel all over town as quickly as at St. Quentin.  I think friend Peyrot has more to gain by playing fair than playing false, and appointing the cabaret of the Bonne Femme has a very open, pleasing sound.  Did he mean to brain me he would scarce have set that place.”

“It was not Peyrot alone I meant.  But monsieur is so well known.  In the streets, or at the dinner-hour, some one may see you who knows Mayenne is after you.”

“Oh, of that I must take my chance,” he made answer, no whit troubled by the warning.  “I go home now for the ransom, and I will e’en be at the pains to doff this gear for something darker.”

“Monsieur,” I pleaded, “why not stay at home to get your dues of sleep?  Vigo will bring the gold; he and I will put the matter through.”

“I ask not your advice,” he cried haughtily; then with instant softening:  “Nay, this is my affair, Felix.  I have taken it upon myself to recover Monsieur his papers.  I must carry it through myself to the very omega.”

I said no more, partly because it would have done no good, partly because, in spite of the strange word, I understood how he felt.

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