"
There was a certain coldness in his tone that made me seek by my reply to
sound him.
"Indeed, I trust not, my friend. With your assistance I hope to get M. de
Canaples from the clutches of St. Auban."
He shook his head.
"It is impossible that I should help you," he replied with increasing
coldness. "Already once for your sake have I broken faith to those who pay
me, by setting you in a position to forestall St. Auban and get M. de
Canaples away before his arrival. Unfortunately, you have dallied on the
road, M. de Luynes, and Canaples is already a prisoner--a doomed one, I
fear."
"Is that your last word, Montr?sor?" I inquired sadly.
"I am sorry," he answered in softened tones, "but you must see that I
cannot do otherwise. I warned you; more you cannot expect of me."
I sighed, and stood musing for an instant. Then--"You are right,
Montr?sor. Nevertheless, I am still grateful to you for the warning you
gave me in Paris. God pity and help Canaples! Adieu, Montr?sor. I do not
think that you will see me again."
He took my hand, but as he did so he pushed me back into the shadow from
which I had stepped to proffer it him.
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