"Did you say, Jean La Marche,"
said he, "that Le Gardeur de Repentigny was playing dice and
drinking hot wine with the Chevalier de Pean and two big dogs of the
Friponne?"
"I did." Jean spoke with a choking sensation. "Our young Seigneur
has broken out again wilder than ever, and is neither to hold nor
bind any longer!"
"Ay!" replied Master Pothier reflectively, "the best bond I could
draw would not bind him more than a spider's thread! They are
stiff-necked as bulls, these De Repentignys, and will bear no yoke
but what they put on of themselves! Poor lad! Do they know at the
Manor House that he is here drinking and dicing with the Chevalier
de Pean?"
"No! Else all the rain in heaven would not have prevented his being
looked after by Mademoiselle Amelie and my Lady," answered Jean.
"His friend, Pierre Philibert, who is now a great officer of the
King, went last night to Batiscan, on some matter of the army, as
his groom told me. Had he been here, Le Gardeur would not have
spent the day at the Tilly Arms, as we poor habitans do when it is
washing-day at home.
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