Andrea and Genevi?ve had preceded us,
and passed out through the open doorway, whilst Yvonne lingered upon the
threshold looking back.
"I trust, M. de Luynes," said Canaples, as we moved towards her, "that you
will remember my invitation, and that whilst you remain at Biois we shall
see you here as often as you may be pleased to come; indeed, I trust that
you will be a daily visitor."
Before I could utter a reply--"Father," exclaimed Mademoiselle, coming
forward, "do you know to whom you are offering the hospitality of
Canaples?"
"Why that question, child? To M. de Luynes, M. de Mancini's friend."
"And the would-be murderer of Eug?ne," she added fiercely.
Canaples started.
"Surely such affairs are not for women to meddle with," he cried.
"Moreover, M. de Luynes has already given me all details of the affair."
Her eyes grew very wide at that.
"He has told you? Yet you invite him hither?" she exclaimed.
"M. de Luynes has naught wherewith to reproach himself, nor have I. Those
details which he has given me I may not impart to you; suffice it, however,
that I am satisfied that his conduct could not have been other than it was,
whereas that of my son reflects but little credit upon his name.
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