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rning to the old nobleman, "I shall be glad if you will honour me by sharing my breakfast while Citizen Ombreval is at his writing." Des Cadoux looked up in some surprise. "You are too good, Monsieur," said he, inclining his head. "But afterwards?" "I have decided," said La Boulaye, with the ghost of a smile, "to deal with your case myself, Citizen." The old dandy took a deep breath, but the glance of his blue eyes was steadfast, and his lips smiled as he made answer: "Again you are too good. I feared that you would carry me to Paris, and at my age the journey is a tiresome one. I am grateful, and meanwhile,--why, since you are so good as to invite me, let us breakfast, by all means." They sat down at a small table in the embrasure of the window, and their hostess placed before them a boiled fowl, a dish of eggs, a stew of herbs, and a flask of red wine, all of which La Boulaye had bidden her prepare. "Why, it is a feast," declared Des Cadoux, in excellent humour, and for all that he was under the impression that he was to die in half-an-hour he ate with the heartiest good-will, chatting pleasantly the while with the Republican--the first Republican with whom it had ever been his aristocratic lot to sit at table. And what time the meal proceeded Ombreval--with two soldiers standing behind his chair-penned his letter to Mademoiselle de Bellecour. Had La Boulaye--inspired by the desire to avenge himself for the treachery of which he had been the victim--dictated that epistle, t could not have been indicted in a manner better suited to his ends. It was a maudlin, piteous letter, in which, rather than making his farewells, the Vicomte besought the aid of Suzanne. He was, he wrote, in the hands of men who might be bribed, and since she was rich--for he knew of the treasure with which she had escaped--he based his hopes upon her employing a portion of her riches to obtaining his enlargement. She, he continued, was his only hope, and for the sake of their love, for the sake of their common nobility, he besought her not to fail him now. Carried away by the piteousness of his entreaties the tears welled up to his eyes and trickled down his cheeks, one or two of them finding their way to the paper thus smearing it with an appeal more piteous still if possible than that of his maudlin words. At last the letter was ended. He sealed it with a wafer and wrote the superscription: "To Mademoiselle de Bellecour.
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