"Par Dieu! that Philibert is a game-cock, De Pean," exclaimed Cadet,
to the savage annoyance of the Secretary. "He has pluck and
impudence for ten gardes du corps. It was neater done than at
Beaumanoir!" Cadet sat down to enjoy a broad laugh at the expense
of his friend over the second carrying off of Le Gardeur.
"Curse him! I could have run him through, and am sorry I did not,"
exclaimed De Pean.
"No, you could not have run him through, and you would have been
sorry had you tried it, De Pean," replied Cadet. "That Philibert is
not as safe as the Bank of France to draw upon. I tell you it was
well for yourself you did not try, De Pean. But never mind,"
continued Cadet, "there is never so bad a day but there is a fair
to-morrow after it, so make up a hand at cards with me and Colonel
Trivio, and put money in your purse; it will salve your bruised
feelings." De Pean failed to laugh off his ill humor, but he took
Cadet's advice, and sat down to play for the remainder of the night.
"Oh, Pierre Philibert, how can we sufficiently thank you for your
kindness to my dear, unhappy brother?" said Amelie to him, her eyes
tremulous with tears and her hand convulsively clasping his, as
Pierre took leave of her at the door of the mansion of the Lady de
Tilly.
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