"M. de Luynes has behaved no
worse than have I, or any one of us, in this matter."
"No!" he cried, and pointed to Andrea. "'T is you who have wrought this
infamy. Eug?ne," he exclaimed, turning of a sudden to his son, "you have a
sword; wipe out this shame."
"Shame!" echoed Genevi?ve. "Oh, father, where is the shame? If it were no
shame for Andrea to marry Yvonne, surely--"
"Silence!" he thundered. "Eug?ne--"
But Eug?ne answered him with a contemptuous laugh.
"You are quick enough to call upon my sword, now that things have not
fallen out as you would have them. Where are your grooms now, Monsieur?"
"Insolent hound!" cried his father indignantly. Then, letting fall his
arms with something that was near akin to a sob--"Is there no one left to
do aught but mock me?" he groaned.
But this weakness was no more than momentary.
"Out of my house, sir!" he blazed, turning upon Andrea, and for a moment
methought he would have struck him. "Out of my house--you and this wife of
yours!"
"Father!" sobbed Genevi?ve, with hands outstretched in entreaty.
"Out of my house," he repeated, "and you also, M.
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