Dame! What a pretty viper I thought her at that moment! "Let me add, Yvonne," said her father, "that M.de Luynes and I are old comrades in arms." Then turning to me--"My daughter, sir, is but a child, and therefore hasty to pass judgment upon matters beyond her understanding.

Forget this foolish outburst, and remember only my assurance of an ever cordial welcome." "With all my heart," I answered, after a moment's deliberation, during which I had argued that for once I must stifle pride if I would serve Andrea.
"Ough!" was all Mademoiselle's comment as she turned her back upon me.
Nevertheless, I bowed and flourished my beaver to her retreating figure.
Clearly Mademoiselle entertained for me exactly that degree of fondness which a pious hermit feels for the devil, and if I might draw conclusions from what evidences I had had of the strength of her character and the weakness of her father's, our sojourn at Blois promised to afford me little delectation.

In fact, I foresaw many difficulties that might lead to disaster should our Paris friends appear upon the scene--a contingency this that seemed over-imminent.
It was not my wont, howbeit, to brood over the evils that the future might hold, and to this I owe it that I slept soundly that night in my room at the Lys de France.
It was a pleasant enough chamber on the first floor, overlooking the street, and having an alcove attached to it which served for Michelot.
Next day I visited the Chateau de Canaples early in the afternoon.

The weather was milder, and the glow of the sun heralded at last the near approach of spring and brightened wondrously a landscape that had yesterday worn so forbidding a look.
This change it must have been that drew the ladies, and Andrea with them, to walk in the park, where I came upon them as I rode up.

Their laughter rippled merrily and they appeared upon the best of terms until they espied me.