de Luynes. Away with
you! Go with the master you have served so well." And, turning on his
heel, he strode towards the door.
"Father--dear father!" cried Genevi?ve, following him: he slammed the door
in her face for answer.
With a moan she sank down upon her knees, her frail body shaken by
convulsive sobs--Dieu! what a bridal morn was hers!
Andrea and Yvonne raised her and led her to a chair. Eug?ne watched them
with a cynical eye, then laughed brutally, and, gathering up his hat and
cloak, he moved towards the balcony door and vanished.
"Is M. de Luynes still there?" quoth Genevi?ve presently.
"I am here, Madame."
"You had best set out, Monsieur," she said. "We shall follow soon--very
soon."
I took Andrea aside and asked him whither it was his intention to take his
wife. He replied that they would go to Chambord, where they would remain
for some weeks in the hope that the Chevalier might relent sufficiently to
forgive them. Thereafter it was his purpose to take his bride home to his
Sicilian demesne.
Our farewells were soon spoken; yet none the less warm, for all its
brevity, was my leave-taking of Andrea, and our wishes for each other's
happiness were as fervent as the human heart can shape.
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