rained blows in vain.
And so it befell that presently I laughed myself out of the puerile humour that was besetting me, and, finding myself chilled by inaction in my wet clothes, I set off for the Palais Royal at a pace that was first cousin to a run.
Ten minutes later I stood in the presence of the most feared and hated man in France.
“Cospetto!” cried Mazarin as I entered his cabinet. “Have you swum the Seine in your clothes?”
“No, your Eminence, but I have been serving you in the rain for the past hour.”
He smiled that peculiar smile of his that rendered hateful his otherwise not ill-favoured countenance. It was a smile of the lips in which the eyes had no part.
“Yes,” he said slowly, “I have heard of your achievements.”
“You have heard?” I ejaculated, amazed by the powers which this man wielded.
“Yes, I have heard. You are a brave man, M. de Luynes.”
“Pshaw, your Eminence!” I deprecated; “the poor are always brave. They have naught to lose but their life, and that is not so sweet to them that they lay much store by it. Howbeit, Monseigneur, your wishes have been carried out. There will be no duel at St. Germain this evening.”
“Will there not? Hum! I am not so confident. You are a brave man, M. de Luynes, but you lack that great auxiliary of valour—discretion. What need to fling into the teeth of those fine gentlemen the reason you had for spitting Canaples, eh? You have provoked a dozen enemies for Andrea where only one existed.”
“I will answer for all of them,” I retorted boastfully.
“Fine words, M. de Luynes; but to support them how many men will you have to kill? Pah! What if some fine morning there comes one who, despite your vaunted swordsmanship, proves your master? What will become of that fool, my nephew, eh?”
And his uncanny smile again beamed on me. “Andrea is now packing his valise. In an hour he will have left Paris secretly. He goes—but
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