"'T is no fault of mine.
Some fool hath sent M. de Mancini a basket of wine and--"
"And you showed him how to abuse it," he broke in harshly. "You have
taught the boy to become a sot; in time, were he to remain under your
guidance, I make no doubt but that he would become a gamester and a
duellist as well. I was mad, perchance, to give him into your care; but I
have the good fortune to be still in time, before the mischief has sunk
farther, to withdraw him from it, and to cast you back into the kennel from
which I picked you."
"Your Eminence does not mean--"
"As God lives I do!" he cried. "You shall quit the Palais Royal this very
night, M. de Luynes, and if ever I find you unbidden within half a mile of
it, I will do that which out of a misguided sense of compassion I do not do
now--I will have you flung into an oubliette of the Bastille, where better
men than you have rotted before to-day. Per Dio! do you think that I am to
be fooled by such a thing as you?"
"Does your Eminence dismiss me?" I cried aghast, and scarce crediting that
such was indeed the extreme measure upon which he had determined.
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