"
She stamped her foot, and her eyes, blazing with anger, passed from one to
the other of us.
"And you--you believe this man's story?"
"Yvonne!"
"Possibly," I interposed, coolly, "Mademoiselle may have received some
false account of it that justifies her evident unbelief in what I may have
told you."
It is not easy to give a lie unless you can prove it a lie. I made her
realise this, and she bit her lip in vexation. Dame! What a pretty viper
I thought her at that moment!
"Let me add, Yvonne," said her father, "that M. de Luynes and I are old
comrades in arms." Then turning to me--"My daughter, sir, is but a child,
and therefore hasty to pass judgment upon matters beyond her understanding.
Forget this foolish outburst, and remember only my assurance of an ever
cordial welcome."
"With all my heart," I answered, after a moment's deliberation, during
which I had argued that for once I must stifle pride if I would serve
Andrea.
"Ough!" was all Mademoiselle's comment as she turned her back upon me.
Nevertheless, I bowed and flourished my beaver to her retreating figure.
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