The Grey Cloak - Page 109/256

"You, too, have suffered?" interestedly. Those almost incredible

eyes,--what mystery lurked in their abysmal greys? "You, too, have

suffered?" the Chevalier repeated.

"I?" A shiver ran over Brother Jacques's frame; his form shook and

vibrated like a harpstring rudely struck. "Yes, I have suffered; but

God is applying a remedy called forgetfulness. They will carry you up

to the deck this afternoon?"

"Yes. I am told that there are to be games."

Here Breton returned, followed by Victor, who carried a roll of paper

in his hand. Brother Jacques pressed the poet's arm affectionately.

He had grown to love this youth whose cheeriness and amiability never

left him.

"Paul, my boy," said Victor, when the priest had gone, "I have started

a ballade of double refrain."

"Is it gay, lad?" The Chevalier was glad to see his friend. There was

no mystery here; he could see to the bottom of this well.

"Not so gay as it might be, nor so melancholy as I strove to make it.

Frankly, I was a trifle homesick this morning. There was something in

the air which recalled to me the Loire in the springtime."

The Chevalier looked at Breton, who flushed. "Homesick, eh?" he said.

"Well, don't be ashamed of it, Victor; Breton here was moping but half

an hour ago over the hills of Périgny. And, truth to tell, so was I."

"Ha!" cried the poet with satisfaction, "that sounds like Paul of old."

"What are the games this afternoon?" asked the Chevalier. "Will there

be foils?"

"Yes." Victor straightened out his papers and cleared his voice.

"And you will take part?"

"Certainly."

"Does the vicomte enter the bouts?"

"He does. I daresay that we shall come together."

"I had rather you would decline," said the Chevalier.

"What! not to face him with the foils?"

"He is a better fencer than you, Victor; and to witness your defeat

would be no less a humiliation to me than to you. You can reasonably

decline."

"And have that boor D'Hérouville laugh? No! Let him give me the

chance, and I will give him the back of my hand. Hang it, Paul, what

made you interfere?"

"I have a prior claim. You recollect it well enough. He spoke lightly

of the conduct of Mademoiselle de Longueville, and I threw a glass of

champagne in his face. You had best decline to measure swords with the

vicomte."

"Horns of Panurge! Some of these broken gentlemen doubt my ability.

Besides, I may learn something of the vicomte's strength. I wonder

what it is: when I am out of his presence I dislike him; when he

approaches me, my dislike melts in the air."

"Read me what you have written," resignedly.

"I have polished only the third stanza and the envoi. I will read

these to you; and tell me where it lacks smoothness."