Luc seemed bursting in his bosom, and
he choked with agony as he placed his hand upon the forehead of his
friend, and reflected that the good Bourgeois had fallen by the
sword of his godson, the old man's pride,--Le Gardeur de Repentigny!
"Had death come to him on the broad, common road of mortality,--had
he died like a soldier on the battlefield," exclaimed La Corne, "I
would have had no spite at fate. But to be stabbed in the midst of
his good deeds of alms, and by the hand of one whom he loved! Yes,
by God! I will say it! and by one who loved him! Oh, it is
terrible, Count! Terrible and shameful to me as if it had been
the deed of my own son!"
"La Corne, I feel with you the grief and shame of such a tragedy.
But there is a fearful mystery in this thing which we cannot yet
unravel. They say the Chevalier de Pean dropped an expression that
sounded like a plot. I cannot think Le Gardeur de Repentigny would
deliberately and with forethought have killed the Bourgeois."
"On my life he never would! He respected the Bourgeois, nay, loved
him, for the sake of Pierre Philibert as well as for his own sake.
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