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Chapter 4 IV THE DEJEUNER

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ls of magnificent crust seemed raised like the bulwarks of some rich metropolitan city, an emblem of the wealth which they are designed to protect. There was a delicate ragout, with just that petit point de l'ail [a little flavor of garlic. The French is ungrammatical.] which Gascons love, and Scottishmen do not hate. There was, besides, a delicate ham, which had once supported a noble wild boar in the neighbouring wood of Mountrichart. There was the most exquisite white bread, made into little round loaves called boules (whence the bakers took their French name of boulangers), of which the crust was so inviting, that, even with water alone, it would have been a delicacy. But the water was not alone, for there was a flask of leather

ts by ordering confections, darioles [cream cakes], and any other light dainties he could think of, to entice the youth to continue his meal. While thus engaged, Maitre Pierre's countenance expressed a kind of good humour almost amounting to benevolence, which appeared rem

he had at first found so unprepossessing, mended when it was seen under the influence of the Vin de Beaulne, and there was kindness in

before noon, save some comfiture and a cup of water.-Bid yonder la

re proceeded, "Well, have I kept faith with

en," said the youth, "sin

"Are you going to raise the devil,

he Glen of the Midges, is the name of our ancient patrimony, my good

as about to say, since you like your present meal so well, that the Sc

up in the swallows' nests all night, they must

not, like the Burgundians, choose a bare back, that they may h

for them," s

placed on the file when there should a vacancy occur. And, hark in your ear, I myself have some l

honour, and advancement, and brave deeds of arms. Your King Louis-God bless him, for he is a friend and ally of Scotland-but he lies here in this castle, or only rides about from one fortified town to another; and g

s of sovereigns. Louis seeks to spare the blood of his subjects, and ca

hould like to follow a master that would keep his honour as bright as hi

you in the way to have your bones broken every day; and, rather than fail, would d

; "my unhappy chance has

m mad youngsters may find service," said his adviser.

nd murderers, who would take a man's life for the value of his gaberdine, and who slays priests and pilgrims

if you hold the Sanglier [Wild Boar] too unscrupulou

sed him with the most brutal violence, proceeding, it is said, even to the length of striking him with his hand. Arnold, in resentment of this usage,

den too heavy for earth to carry-hell gapes for him! Men say that he keeps h

t, young man, how short a while the relations of blood subsist amongst those of elevated rank;" then changed the tone of feeling in which he had begun to

fitter subjects for jesting. If the old Duke did beat his son in childhood, he beat him not enough; for better he ha

each prince and leader, I think you had better become a captain your

ps you are right; but you have not named a man who is a gallant leader, and k

guess whom

explanation being that the coffin is of iron and is placed between two magnets] (a curse be upon Mahomet!) between the two loadstones-he that no man can call

you mean," said Maitr

makes his place good with his gallant little army, holding his head as high as either King Louis or Duke Charles, and bal

nd Burgundy at the same time. According to the usual fate of such variable politicians, the Constable ended by drawing upon himself the animosity of all the powerful neighbo

e, do you know that your politic Count of Saint Paul was the first who set the example of burning the country during the time of war? a

ured saint and patron, Saint Quentin" [it was by his possession of this town of Saint Quentin that the Constable was able to carry on those political intrigues which finally cost him so dear. S.] (here he crossed himself), "and methinks were I dwelling there, my holy patron would keep some look out for me-he has not so many named afte

ulian is the faithful patron of travellers; and, peradventure, the blesse

a cup of the curiously chased plate which the goldsmiths of that city were anciently famous for executing with a delicacy of workmanship that distinguished them from the other cities of France, and even excelled the skill of the metropol

was executed attracted Durward's attention far more t

hat of Melpomene [the Muse of tragedy], though there was a faint glow on the cheek, and an intelligence on the lips and in the eye, which made it seem that gaiety was not foreign to a countenance so expressive, although it might not be its most habitual expression. Quentin even thought he could discern that depressing c

"Wherefore this? Did I not desire that Dame Perette should bring what I wan

Jacqueline, in a hurried yet a humble to

s; "I am vieux routier [one who is experienced in the ways of the worl

ust be owned that his voice and looks, at all times harsh, caustic, and unpleasing

iercing and pity craving expression of her looks, and Maitre Pierre proceeded, not merely with an air of diminished displeasure, but with as much gentleness as he could assume in countenance and manner, "I blame not thee, Jacqueline, and thou art too young to be, what it is pity to think thou must be one day

y; and with the promptitude dictated by the feelings of youth, and the romantic veneration for the female sex inspired by his education, he answered hastily that he would throw down his gage

d the first, though sometimes after they had found utterance, blushed deeply at having uttered what might be construed into an empty boast in presence of an old man of a peaceful profession; and as a sort of just and appropriate penance, r

ow as little of women as of princes,-whose hearts," he sai

, not to be borne down by the assumed superiority of this extraordinary old man, whos

them in another quarter," s

you would bind him with the cords of affection and obligation. But he is an extraordinary person; and that beautiful emanation that is even now vanishing-surely a thing so fair belongs not to this mean place, belongs not even to the money gathering merchant himself, though he seems to exert authority over her, as doubtless he does over a

the same time patting Jacqueline's heed, from which hung down her long tresses, "This young man will serve me, Jacquel

he maiden. "I trust you will not be

"do you bandy words with me, you brat, or stay you to gaze upon the

is previous thread of reflection, and he complied mechanically when Maitre Pierre said, in the tone of one

isible, or but shot forth occasionally a quick and vivid ray, like those of the sun setting behi

and firmly at Quentin, when he put the question,-"a lovely girl to be the servant of an auberge [

disconcerted, and was disposed to be angry-he himself knew not why-with this old man, for acquainting him that this beautiful creature was neither more nor less than what her occupation announced; the servant of the auberge-an upper servant, indeed, and

features, and mean and miserly dress, something which prevented the young man from asserting the superiority over the merchant which he conceived himself to possess. On the contrary, the oftener and more fixedly Quentin looked at him, the stronger became his curiosity to know who or what this man actually was; and he set him down internally for at least a Syndic or high magistrate of Tours, or one wh

d you before. But do not constrain yourself on that account, Maitre Pierre-I

the cup, and filling it from a ewer which seemed of the same materials with the goblet, witho

d Durward once more to himself. "He uses the attendance of a noble Scottish g

which you seem to relish the Vin de Beaulne, I fancy you would not care much to pledge me in this elemental l

he sea otter, and streamed a shower of small silver pieces into the gob

med to be but now. I would advise you to bestow alms in their name. Remain in this hostelry until you see your kinsman, Le Balafre, who wi

friend; but Maitre Pierre, bending his dark brows, and erecting his stooping figure into an attitude of more dignit

ment, making a sign, as he departe

is dignity as a gentleman, to accept the money of this wealthy plebeian?-This was a trying question; for, though he had secured a good breakfast, it was no great reserve upon which to travel either back to Dijon, in case he chose to hazard the wrath and enter the service of the Duke of Burgundy, or to Saint Quentin, if he fixed on that of the Constable Saint Paul; for to one of those powers, if not to the king

of his, he said, but Maitre Pierre's, who had bestowed it on his guest. He had, indeed, four silver hanaps of his own, which had been left him by his grandmother, of happy memory, but no more

said Durward, interrupting him, "who c

dropping the words as slowly from his m

e, and why does he throw about his bounties in this fashion? And who is

the question of himself; and for the gentleman who ordered breakfa

this," said the young Scot. "This Ma

" said the innkeeper, "

dities does

ere which match those rich bales that the Venetians bring from India and Cathay. You might see the row

t in the confections, who is she,

, some sort of aunt or kinswoman,

ther?" said Durward; "for I observed that Maitre Pierre wou

said the landlord; "this is not the first time Maitre Pierre

disguising his resentment, he asked whether he could be accommoda

eplied; "for whatever time h

pay his respects to the ladies, whose

They went not abroad," he said

I presume, of Maitre

any exceptions," answered the

y, did not hesitate to avail himself of a practice common enough in that age. "Carry to the ladies," he said, "a flask of vernat, with my humble duty; and say that Quentin Dur

who declined the proffered refreshment, and, with their acknowledgments to the Scottish

hanics exercise the manners and munificence of nobles, and little travelling damsels, who hold their court in a cabaret [a public house], keep their state like disguised princesses! I wi

uch ennui, an early specimen of a monastic life, was far from admiring. The host paused at the very end of the gallery, selected a key from the large bunch which he carried at his girdle, opened the door, and showed h

here, fair sir," said the landlord. "I am bo

floor, so soon as his host had retired: "Never came good luck in a be

rret of Quentin was opposite to another turret, and the little window at which he stood commanded a similar little window in a corresponding projection of the building. Now, it would be difficult for a man twenty years older than Quentin to say why this locality interested him more than either the pleasant garden or the grove of mulberry trees; for, alas! eyes which have been used for forty years and upwards, look with indifference on little turret windows, though the lattice

ttendance on Maitre Pierre, it must of course be understood that he did not produce a broad staring visage and person in full front of his own casement. Durward knew better the art of bird catching; and it was to his keeping his person skilfully withdr

and if the song had been recited without the notes, or the air played without the words, neither would have been worth noting. It is; therefore, scarcely fair to put upon record lines intended not to be said or read, but only to be sung. But such scraps of old poetry have always had a sort of fascination for us; and as the tune is lost for ever unless Bishop [Sir Henry Rowley, an English composer and professor of music at

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sung by a sweet and melting voice, the notes mingling with the gentle breezes which wafted perfumes from the garden, and the

mpt to see more than he had yet been able to discover. The music instantly ceased-the casement was closed, and a dark

for the churlish purpose of preserving for her own exclusive ear the sweet sounds which she created. There came, perhaps, a little feeling of personal vanity to mingle with these consolatory reflections. If, as he shrewdly suspected, there was a beautiful dark tressed damsel inhabitant of the one turret, h

a sort of attendant or chamberlain of the inn inform

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