But as for any answering love in my bosom, I have not one spark.
Tell him to go find a new mistress at St. Denis. He might as well cry
for the moon as seek to win Lorance de Montluc."
"That may be true," I said; "but all the same he will try. Can
mademoiselle suppose he will go out of Paris now, and leave her to marry
Brie and Lorraine?"
"Only one," she protested with the shadow of a smile; and then a sudden
rush of tears blinded her. "I am a very miserable girl," she said
woefully, "for I bring nothing but danger to those that love me."
I dropped on my knees before her and kissed the hem of her dress.
"Ah, Felix," she said, "if you really pitied me, you would get him out
of Paris!" And she fell to weeping as if her heart would break.
I had no skill to comfort her. I bent my head before her, silent. At
length she sobbed out:
"It boots little for us to quarrel over what you shall say to M. de Mar,
when we know not that you will ever speak to him again. And it was all
my fault."
"Mademoiselle, it was the fault of my hasty tongue."
But she shook her head.
"I maintained that to you, but it was not true. Mayenne had something in
his mind before. A general holds his schemes so dear and lives so cheap.
But I will do my utmost, Felix, lad. It is not long to daylight now. I
will go to Francois de Brie and we'll believe I shall prevail.
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