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“Superb tapestries!” repeated Mme. <strong>de</strong> Gon<strong>de</strong>laurier. “So much so, in<strong>de</strong>ed, that they are accounted<br />
absolutely unique.”<br />
At this moment Berangère <strong>de</strong> Champchevrier, a slip of a little girl of seven, who had been looking down<br />
into the Place through the carved trefoils of the balcony, cried out: “Oh, godmother Fleur-<strong>de</strong>-Lys, do<br />
look at this pretty girl dancing and playing the tambourine in the street in the middle of that ring of<br />
people!”<br />
The penetrating rattle of a tambourine rose up to them from the square.<br />
“Some gipsy of Bohemia,” said Fleur-<strong>de</strong>-Lys, turning her head carelessly towards the square.<br />
“Let us look—let us look!” cried her <strong>com</strong>panions, eagerly running to the balustra<strong>de</strong>, while she followed<br />
more slowly, musing on the coldness of her betrothed. The latter, thankful for this inci<strong>de</strong>nt, which cut<br />
short an embarrassing conversation, returned to the other end of the apartment with the well-contented air<br />
of a soldier relieved from duty.<br />
Yet it was an easy and pleasant service, that of being on duty at the si<strong>de</strong> of the fair Fleur-<strong>de</strong>-Lys, and<br />
time was when he had thought it so. But the captain had gradually wearied of it, and the thought of his<br />
approaching marriage grew more distasteful to him every day. Moreover, he was of inconstant<br />
disposition, and, we are bound to confess, of somewhat vulgar proclivities. Although of very noble birth,<br />
he had with his uniform adopted many of the low habits of the <strong>com</strong>mon soldier. The tavern and all that<br />
belongs to it <strong>de</strong>lighted him; and he was never at his ease but amid gross language, military gallantries,<br />
facile beauties, and easy conquests. Nevertheless, he had received from his family a certain amount of<br />
education and polish, but he had too early been allowed to run loose, had been thrust too young into<br />
garrison life, and the varnish of polite manner had not been sufficiently thick to withstand the constant<br />
friction of the soldier’s harness. Though still visiting her occasionally, from some last remnant of kindly<br />
feeling, he felt himself increasingly constrained in the presence of Fleur-<strong>de</strong>-Lys; partly because by dint of<br />
dividing his love so freely on all si<strong>de</strong>s, he had very little left for her; partly because in the presence of<br />
these stiff, <strong>de</strong>corous, and well-bred beauties, he went in constant fear lest his tongue, accustomed to the<br />
great oaths of the guard-room, should sud<strong>de</strong>nly get the better of him and rap out some word that would<br />
appal them.<br />
And yet with all this he <strong>com</strong>bined great pretensions to elegance, to sumptuous dress, and noble bearing.<br />
Let the rea<strong>de</strong>r reconcile these qualities for himself. I am merely the historian.<br />
He had been standing for some moments, in silence, leaning against the chimney-piece, thinking of<br />
something or perhaps of nothing at all, when Fleur-<strong>de</strong>-Lys sud<strong>de</strong>nly turning round addressed him. After<br />
all, it went very much against the poor girl’s heart to keep up any show of coldness towards him.<br />
“Cousin, did you not tell us of a little gipsy girl you had rescued out of the hands of a band of robbers<br />
about two months ago, when you were going the counter-watch at night?”<br />
“I believe I did, fair cousin,” answered the captain.<br />
“Well,” she resumed, “perhaps this is the very girl dancing now in the Parvis. Come and see if you<br />
recognise her, Cousin Phœbus.”<br />
A secret <strong>de</strong>sire for reconciliation soun<strong>de</strong>d through this gentle invitation to her si<strong>de</strong>, and in the care she<br />
took to call him by his name. Captain Phœbus <strong>de</strong> Châteaupers (for it is he whom the rea<strong>de</strong>r has had