"
"Oh, assuredly, Chevalier," replied Louise Roy. "What would become
of the Nation, what would become of the world, nay, what would
become of the internes of the Ursulines, if statesmen and warriors
and philosophers like you and the Sieurs Drouillon and La Force here
(this in a parenthesis, not to scratch the Chevalier too deep), did
not take wise counsel for our safety and happiness, and also for the
welfare of the nation?"
The Chevalier des Meloises took his departure under this shower of
arrows.
The young La Force was as yet only an idle dangler about the city;
but in the course of time became a man of wit and energy worthy of
his name. He replied gaily,--
"Thanks, Mademoiselle Roy! It is just for sake of the fair internes
of the Convent that Drouillon and I have taken up the vocation of
statesmen, warriors, philosophers, and friends. We are quite ready
to guide your innocent footsteps through the streets of this
perilous city, if you are ready to go."
"We had better hasten too!" ejaculated Louise Roy, looking archly
through her eye-glass.
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