Deschenaux says he is
sorry. A gentleman cannot say more; so shake hands and be friends,
De Repentigny."
Impervious to threats, and often to reason, Le Gardeur could not
resist an appeal to his generosity.
He sheathed his sword, and held out his hand with frank forgiveness.
"Your apology is ample, Sieur Deschenaux. I am satisfied you meant
no affront to my sister! It is my weak point, messieurs," continued
he, looking firmly at the company, ready to break out had he
detected the shadow of a sneer upon any one's countenance. "I honor
her as I do the queen of heaven. Neither of their names ought to be
spoken here."
"Well said! Le Gardeur," exclaimed the Intendant. "That's right,
shake hands, and be friends again. Blessed are quarrels that lead
to reconciliation and the washing out of feuds in wine. Take your
seats, gentlemen."
There was a general scramble back to the table. Bigot stood up in
renewed force.
"Valets!" cried he, "bring in now the largest cups! We will drink a
toast five fathoms deep, in water of life strong enough to melt
Cleopatra's pearls, and to a jollier dame than Egypt's queen.
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