H?las, it is but one of
those ironical jests wherewith Fate amuses herself at every step of our
lives. Had you fallen in love with Yvonne--and it passes my understanding
why you did not--everything would have gone smoothly with your wooing.
Unfortunately, you have a preference for fair hair--"
"Have done," he interrupted peevishly. "What does it signify? To the
devil with Mazarin's plans!"
"So you said this morning."
"Yes, when I did not even dream her name was Canaples."
"Nevertheless, she is the wrong Canaples."
"For my uncle--but, mille diables! sir, 't is I who am to wed, and I shall
wed as my heart bids me."
"Hum! And Mazarin?"
"Faugh!" he answered, with an expressive shrug.
"Well, since you are resolved, let us dine."
"I have no appetite."
"Let us dine notwithstanding. Eat you must if you would live; and unless
you live--think of it!--you'll never reach Blois."
"Gaston, you are laughing at me! I do not wish to eat."
I surveyed him gravely, with my arms akimbo.
"Can love so expand the heart of man that it fills even his stomach? Well,
well, if you will not eat, at least have the grace to bear me company at
table.
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