Bantison, every one of them, in short, recognized him. In spite of
his smooth face and his light hair, the adventurer Beaucaire was
writ upon him amazing plain. Look at him, madam, if he will dare the
inspection. You saw this Beaucaire well, the day of his expulsion from
the rooms. Is not this he?"
M. Beaucaire stepped close to her. Her pale face twitched.
"Look!" he said.
"Oh, oh!" she whispered with a dry throat, and fell back in the
carriage.
"Is it so?" cried the Duke.
"I do not know.--I--cannot tell."
"One moment more. I begged these gentlemen to allow me to wipe out the
insult I had unhappily offered to Bath, but particularly to you. They
agreed not to forestall me or to interfere. I left Sir John Wimpledon's
early, and arranged to give the sorry rascal a lashing under your own
eyes, a satisfaction due the lady into whose presence he had dared to
force himself."
"'Noblesse oblige'?" said M. Beaucaire in a tone of gentle inquiry.
"And now, madam," said the Duke, "I will detain you not one second
longer. I plead the good purpose of my intentions, begging you to
believe that the desire to avenge a hateful outrage, next to the wish to
serve you, forms the dearest motive in the heart of Winterset."
"Bravo!" cried Beaucaire softly.
Lady Mary leaned toward him, a thriving terror in her eyes. "It is
false?" she faltered.
"Monsieur should not have been born so high.
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