THE HELMET OF NAVARRE ILLUSTRATIONS BY ANDRÉ CASTAIGNE THE CENTURY CO. NEW YORK 1901 TO MY MOTHER LORD MACAULAY'S "IVRY." CONTENTS LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS THE HELMET OF NAVARRE. I A flash of lightning. t the stair-foot the landlord stopped me. "Here, lad, take a candle. The stairs are dark, and, since I like your looks, I would not have you break your neck." "And give the house a bad name," I said. "No fear of that; my house has a good name. There is no fairer inn in all Paris. And your chamber is a good chamber, though you will have larger, doubtless, when you are Minister of Finance." This raised a laugh among the tavern idlers, for I had been bragging a bit of my prospects. I retorted: "When I am, Maître Jacques, look out for a rise in your taxes." The laugh was turned on mine host, and I retired with the honours of that encounter. And though the stairs were the steepest I ever climbed, I had the breath and the spirit to whistle all the way up. What mattered it that already I ached in every bone, that the stair was long and my bed but a heap of straw in the garret of a mean inn in a poor quarter? I was in Paris, the city of my dreams! I am a Broux of St. Quentin. The great world has never heard of the Broux? No matter;
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