"No doubt," I mused, "he attributes much blame to me for what has come to
pass."
"Not a doubt of it. This morning he said to me that it was a pity your
wings had not been clipped before you left Paris, and that his misplaced
clemency had helped to bring him great misfortunes. You see, therefore, M.
de Luynes, that your sojourn in France will be attended with great peril.
I advise you to try Spain; 't is a martial country where a man of the sword
may find honourable and even profitable employment."
His counsel I deemed sound. But how follow it? Then of a sudden I
bethought me of Madame de Chevreuse's friendly letter. Doubtless she would
assist me once again, and in such an extremity as this. And with the
conception of the thought came the resolution to visit her on the morrow.
That formed, I gave myself up to the task of drinking M. de Montr?sor under
the table with an abandon which had not been mine for months. In each
goblet that I drained, methought I saw Yvonne's sweet face floating on the
surface of the red Armagnac; it looked now sad, now reproachful, still I
drank on, and in each cup I pledged her.
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