"Pardieu! Gaston," he burst out, "she is a lovely maid--saw you ever a
bonnier?"
"Indeed she is very beautiful," I answered, laughing to myself at the
thought of how little he dreamt that it was of Yvonne St. Albaret de
Canaples that he spoke, and not minded for the while to enlighten him.
"If she be as kind and gentle as she is beautiful, Gaston, well--Uncle
Giulio's plans are likely to suffer shipwreck. I shall not leave Choisy
until I have spoken to her; in fact, I shall not leave until she leaves."
"Nevertheless, we shall still be able to set out, as we had projected,
after dining, for in an hour, or two at most, they will proceed on their
journey."
He was silent for some moments, then:
"To the devil with the Cardinal's plans!" quoth he, banging his fist on the
table. "I shall not go to Blois."
"Pooh! Why not?"
"Why not?" He halted for a moment, then in a meandering tone--"You have
read perchance in story-books," he said, "of love being born from the first
meeting of two pairs of eyes, as a spark is born of flint and steel, and
you may have laughed at the conceit, as I have laughed at it.
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