If that does not make both a crowd and a row, I do
not know what will."
"You are a deep devil, De Pean! So deep that I doubt you will cheat
yourself yet," answered Cadet gruffly.
"Never fear, Cadet! To-morrow night shall see the Palace gay with
illumination, and the Golden Dog in darkness and despair."
CHAPTER XLVII.
A DRAWN GAME.
Le Gardeur was too drunk to catch the full drift of the Intendant's
reference to the Bourgeois under the metaphor of Actaeon torn in
pieces by his own dog. He only comprehended enough to know that
something was intended to the disparagement of the Philiberts, and
firing up at the idea, swore loudly that "neither the Intendant nor
all the Grand Company in mass should harm a hair of the Bourgeois's
head!"
"It is the dog!" exclaimed De Pean, "which the Company will hang,
not his master, nor your friend his son, nor your friend's friend
the old Huguenot witch! We will let them hang themselves when their
time comes; but it is the Golden Dog we mean to hang at present, Le
Gardeur!"
"Yes! I see!" replied Le Gardeur, looking very hazy.
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