Belle Rose: A Romance of the Cloak and Sword — page 262: what you’re looking at

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246 AN ENGLISH HUSBAND. came from France; Belle-Rose recovered slowly; Grip- pard, who had been sent back to Paris to learn the fate of Suzanne, had not written a single time. Cornelius had Claudine to console him; Claudine had Cornelius; but Dé- route had for aiding his patience only his fury against Bouletord. He passed his time in fuming like the devil, and it was a pleasant thing to see the contrast between his placid face and the horrible oaths which he heaped up from morning to evening. As Belle-Rose began to con- valesce, he asked more frequently for news of Suzanne, and was astonished not to receive it. One day Déroute presented himself before Cornelius and Claudine all equipped, with great boots, a cloak upon his shoulder, a rapier at his side, and a valise under his arm. ‘*Monsieur,’’ said he, rapidly, to Cornelius, like a man who does not wish to suffer any objection, ‘‘I come to ask you for your commissions as well as those of Mademoiselle Grinedal.’’ ‘*Where the devil are your going?”’ ‘*To Paris.”’ ‘*You will get yourself hung there.’’ ‘*Bah! balls and bullets have not yet caught me, and it is not Bouletord who will do what they have not been able to do. Hold, monsieur, treat me as chicken-hearted if you wish, but my captain’s complaints have wrung my heart; I will have news of Suzanne, I will know what Monsieur de Louvois has done with her, and I will save her or die in the attempt. The end of the finger or only a letter from Madame d’Albergotti are worth more for curing my cap- tain than all those ingredients of every kind which are placed upon his wound.’’ Claudine and Cornelius each pressed one of Déroute’s hands. ‘*Go,’’ they said to him, ‘‘and may God guide you.”’ ‘Oh!’ said he, with his tranquil smile, ‘‘I have good feet, good eyes, and a good sword. I shall have gone far when Captain Belle-Rose comes to join me.’’ ‘*How join you? Do you wish him, then, to go and get imprisoned in the Bastile again?’’ exclaimed Cornelius. ‘*Come!’’ replied Déroute, ‘‘do you believe that my cap- tain is a man to remain with arms crossed when he knows that Madame d’Albergotti is locked up in a convent? Would you detain him at Dover?’’ ‘“You are right,’’ said Claudine, shaking her head, ‘* Jacques shall leave.’’ ‘*Kh! morbleu! I knew it well! he will leave as soon as iGbooks (E(0) =) (eo)