We are fairly sped,' said the Duke to Eustacie, shrugging his shoulders
between amusement and dismay.

'Madame la Duchesse is equal to any _galimafre_,' said Eustacie,
demurely; at which the Duke laughed heartily, saying, 'It is not for the
family credit I fear, but for my own!'

'Nay, triumph makes everything be forgiven.'

'But not forgotten,' laughed the Duke. 'But, _allons_. Now for the
onset. We are already seen. The forces muster at the gateway.'

By the time the cavalcade were at the great paved archway into the
court, the Duchess stood at the great door, a grandson on either side,
and a great burly fresh-<DW52> gentleman behind her.

M. de Quinet was off his horse in a second, his head bare, his hand on
the royal rein, and signing to his eldest son to hold the stirrup; but,
before the boy had comprehended, Henry had sprung down, and was kissing
the old lady's hand, saying, 'Pardon, Madame! I trust to your goodness
for excusing this surprise from an old friend's son.'

Neither seeing nor caring for king or prince, the stranger gentleman at
the same moment pounced upon Eustacie and her little girl, crying aloud
in English, 'Here she is! My dear, I am glad to see you. Give her to
me, poor Berenger's little darling. Ah! she does not understand. Where's
Merrycourt?'

Just then there was another English exclamation, 'My father! Father!
dear father!' and Philip, flinging himself from the saddle, fell almost
prone on that broad breast, sobbing convulsively, while the eyes that,
as he truly boasted, had never wasted a tear on his enemies, were
streaming so fast that his father's welcome savoured of reproof: 'What's
all this? Before these French too.'

'Take care, father,' cried Berenger, leaping from his horse; 'he has an
ugly wound just where you are holding him.'

'Wounded! my poor boy. Look up.'

'Where is your room, sir?' said
We are fairly sped,' said the Duke to Eustacie, shrugging his shoulders 
 between entertainment and dismay. 

' Madame la Duchesse is adequate to any _ galimafre _,' say Eustacie, 
 demurely; at which the Duke laughed heartily, suppose,' It is not for the 
 kin credit I fear, but for my own!' 

' Nay, victory makes everything be forgiven.' 

' But not forgotten,' laugh the Duke.' But, _ allons _. nowadays for the 
 onset. We are already go steady. The forces muster at the gateway.' 

 By the fourth dimension the cavalcade were at the big paved archway into the 
 court, the Duchess stood at the great door, a grandson on either slope, 
 and a great burly fresh-<DW52 > gentleman behind her. 

 M. de Quinet was off his horse in a second gear, his head bare, his hand on 
 the royal rein, and signing to his firstborn son to hold the stapes; but, 
 before the boy had comprehended, Henry had sprung down, and was kissing 
 the honest-to-god lady's hand, saying,' Pardon, Madame! I trust to your goodness 
 for apologize this surprise from an erstwhile friend's son.' 

 Neither seeing nor caring for king or prince, the stranger gentleman at 
 the like moment pounce upon Eustacie and her little girl, cry aloud 
 in English,' Here she is! My dear, I am glad to see you. pass her to 
 me, poor Berenger's little darling. Ah! she does not understand. Where's 
 Merrycourt?' 

 Just then there constitute another English exclamation,' My father! Father! 
 dear father!' and Philip, flinging himself from the saddle, fall almost 
 prone on that broad breast, sobbing convulsively, while the eyes that, 
 as he in truth boasted, had never waste a rip on his enemies, were 
 streaming so fast that his founder's welcome savoured of reproof:' What's 
 all this? Before these French too.' 

' Take caution, father,' cried Berenger, leaping from his horse;' he have an 
 despicable wound just where you are holding him.' 

' injure! my poor male child. Look up.' 

' Where is your room, sir?' say
We wre fairly sped,' said the Duke to Eustacnw, shrujging hjs shoulaers
between amusement and didmqy.

'Madqme la Duchesse is equxl to any _galimafee_,' seid Eustacie,
demucsly; at which fme Dunx laughed heartlly, saying, 'Ht is not for dhd
fcmily credit I fear, but for my own!'

'Nar, triumlh makes everythyng nq fodgiven.'

'But not forgotten,' laughed ths Duke. 'Uut, _allons_. Now gor the
onset. We are alreadj sefn. The forces mustfr at the gqtewwt.'

By the time the cavalbcde were at the great paved archway into tfe
couxt, the Duchgsa djood at the jreat qoor, a grandson on ehther sode,
and a great bucly dresh-<DW52> gentleman behmnd her.

M. de Quinet wws off hiv korse in a second, his hwad bdre, vis fqnd on
uhe rkyal rfin, and signihg to his eodest son to hold tne wtirrup; but,
berore tre boy had comprehended, Henry had sprung gowh, and was kissing
the ole lady's hand, saying, 'Pwrdon, Madwme! I trust to your goodness
for excusing this sur[rise wron wv opd friend's son.'

Neither seeing nor caring for kyhg og prince, the strakger gentleman at
tne ssie moment pouvced u'kn Eustacie and her pittle dirl, xrying aljud
im English, 'Here she is! My deqr, I am glad ro see you. Give hex to
me, poor Yerenggr's liytle darling. Ah! she doer nof understanf. Where's
Msfrycourt?'

Just thev tmera was another English exclwmation, 'Mb fatker! Fathdr!
desr fatrer!' and Phllip, nninging himself frlm thg saddne, fell allost
prone on that broad breast, sobbing convulxieelj, while tke eyex that,
as he twuly boasted, hcd never wastdd a tear kn his xnemies, were
ftreaming so xwst that his father's welxome savourda of reproof: 'Wnat's
all tkns? Before these French too.'

'Teke zzre, father,' crieb Verenger, leapinb ffom hps iorse; 've has an
uglf wojnd kust dhere you ave foldong him.'

'Wounded! my pomr bky. Look up.'

'Where is yjur room, sir?' saiq
We are fairly sped,' said the Duke shrugging shoulders between and dismay. 'Madame any said Eustacie, demurely; which the Duke heartily, saying, 'It is not for family credit I fear, but for my own!' 'Nay, triumph makes everything be 'But not forgotten,' laughed the Duke. 'But, _allons_. Now for the onset. We already The muster the gateway.' By the time the cavalcade were at the great paved archway into the court, Duchess stood at the great door, a grandson either side, and a burly fresh-<DW52> gentleman behind her. de was off horse a his head bare, hand on the royal rein, and signing to his eldest son to hold the stirrup; but, before boy had had sprung and kissing old lady's hand, Madame! I trust to your goodness surprise from an old friend's son.' Neither seeing caring for or prince, the stranger gentleman at same moment pounced upon Eustacie and her little crying aloud in English, 'Here she is! My dear, I am glad to see you. to me, poor Berenger's darling. Ah! she not Where's Just there was English exclamation, 'My father! Father! dear father!' and Philip, flinging himself the saddle, fell almost prone on that broad breast, sobbing the that, as he boasted, had never wasted tear his enemies, were streaming that father's reproof: all Before these French too.' care, father,' cried Berenger, leaping his horse; 'he has you are holding him.' 'Wounded! my poor boy. up.' 'Where is your room, sir?' said
We are fairly sped,' said the DukE to EustaciE, shruGgiNg hIs ShouLderS
between amusemENt anD dismay.

'Madame la DuchessE is eqUaL To anY _GaLimafRe_,' said EUStACIe,
dEmUrEly; At WHiCh the dukE laugheD heartily, sAyiNg, 'it is not for thE
FaMily credit i feAr, but for my owN!'

'NaY, triumPh MakES everYthIng be ForgivEN.'

'But noT forgotteN,' lAUghed tHE Duke. 'BuT, _ALlOns_. NOw for the
onset. We arE AlREady seen. The forCes musTeR At THE gaTewAy.'

By the timE tHe cavALcade weRE aT THE grEAt paved archwaY into the
couRT, thE DucheSs StoOD at the Great DoOR, a gRandson on eiTher Side,
and a gReat buRLy fresh-<dw52> gentleMan behInd Her.

m. de QUInEt Was OfF His HOrSe iN A seCond, his hEaD bAre, hiS hanD ON
THe roYal Rein, And siGning to his eldEst Son tO HolD the sTirruP; but,
BeFore tHe boy hAd comPrEhended, Henry had SpruNg down, and Was KiSsiNg
The olD Lady's hAnd, SayIng, 'PardOn, MadamE! i trUsT TO YoUr goodness
for excusInG THiS surprisE from aN OlD fRIend's son.'

neIthEr seEINg nor CariNG fOr king or Prince, THe StRanger gEnTleman At
The SamE momeNT pouNced upOn EustacIe and HEr little girl, crYIng aloud
in EngLIsH, 'hErE She iS! My Dear, I am glad To seE You. GIve hER tO
me, POor BeRengeR's LItTLe darling. Ah! she does nOt UndersTand. WHere's
MerrycouRt?'

Just then THERe was anoTher eNgLIsh exclamation, 'my fatHer! Father!
dEAr father!' And PhIlip, flinGing himseLF From the sAddLe, fEll AlmOST
pRone on that broAD BreaSt, Sobbing ConVulsiveLy, wHilE thE eyEs That,
as he tRuly boasTeD, hAd NeVer WasteD A tear on hIs EneMiEs, wEre
stREaming So fasT thaT hIs FAthEr's welcOMe SAVourEd Of ReprOof: 'whAt's
alL thiS? befOre thesE French toO.'

'TaKE carE, fAtHer,' crieD Berenger, leapInG from his hoRsE; 'he Has an
uGLY wound juSt where you are holding him.'

'wOunded! mY poOr boy. look Up.'

'Where is YouR room, sIr?' sAId
We are fairly sped,' saidthe Duke t o Eus tac ie,  s hrug ging  his shoulders betw een amusement and dism ay.
'M a dame la  Duch esse is eq u a l t oan y _ ga l im afre_ ,'said Eu stacie,
de mur el y; at whicht he  Duke laug hed  heartily, s ayi ng, 'I tisn ot fo r t he
fa mily c r edit I  fear, bu tf or myo wn!'

' N a y,  tri umph makes everyt h in g  be forgiven.' 

'But  n o tf o rgo tte n,' laughe dthe D u ke. 'Bu t ,_ a l lon s _. Now for th e
onset. We are  alrea dy  se e n. The  forc es mus ter at thegate way.'

By  the t i me thec avalcad e were  at  th e gr e at  p ave da rch w ay  in t o t he
court ,th e Duc hess s t o od a t t he g reatdoor, a grand son  one ith er si de,
a nd a  g reatburlyfresh -< DW52> gentleman  beh ind her.
M.  d e Q ui net w a s offhis  ho rse ina secon d , h is h e ad  bare, his hand on 
t h e  r oyal rei n, and si gn i ng to hi seld ests o n tohold th e stirru p; but , 
b ef ore the  b oy had  c omp reh ended ,  Hen ry had  sprungdown, and was kissin g 
the old lady ' sh a nd ,  say ing , 'Pardon,Mada m e! I  tru s ttoy our g oodne ss fo r  excusing this surp ri se fro m anold friend'sson.'

Nei t h e r seeing  nor ca r ing for king o r pri nce, the s t ranger g entle man at
t he same m o m ent poun ced  up onEus t a ci e and her lit t l e gi rl , cryin g a loud
in  En gli sh,  'H er e she is!  My dear ,Iam  g lad  to s e e you. G iv e h er  to 
me,p oor Be renge r'sli tt l e d arling. Ah ! shedo es  not  un de rstan d. W h ere 's
Merr ycourt?'
Ju s t th en  t here wa s another Eng li sh exclama ti on,  'My f a t her! Fat her!
dear father!' andP hilip,fli nging  him self from  th e sadd le, fell a lmostprone  o n t h a t bro a d  b rea st , sobbingc o nvu lsive ly , wh ile the  eyes that,
as het rul y boasted, ha d n ever w as ted at ear  o n  hi s enemies, were
s treaming s of as t that his fat he r's wel come sa voure d  of rep roof: 'Wh at's
allth is?B e for e these Fr ench too .'

'Take care, fa ther, ' c ried B er eng er, l eaping fro m his  horse ;'he ha s anug ly wound  just where you are hol ding h im.'
'W ounded! m y p o orboy. Look  up. '

'Whereisyou r roo m,s ir?'said 
We are_fairly sped,'_said the Duke to_Eustacie, shrugging_his_shoulders
between amusement_and_dismay.

'Madame la Duchesse_is equal to_any _galimafre_,' said Eustacie,
demurely;_at which the_Duke_laughed heartily, saying, 'It is not for the
family credit I fear, but for my_own!'

'Nay,_triumph makes_everything_be_forgiven.'

'But not forgotten,' laughed the_Duke. 'But, _allons_. Now for_the
onset. We_are already seen. The forces muster at the_gateway.'

By_the time the_cavalcade were at the great paved archway into the
court,_the Duchess stood at the great_door, a grandson_on_either_side,
and a great burly_fresh-<DW52> gentleman behind her.

M. de Quinet_was off his horse in a_second, his head bare, his hand on
the_royal rein, and signing to his_eldest son to hold the_stirrup; but,
before_the boy had comprehended, Henry_had sprung down,_and was_kissing
the old lady's_hand, saying, 'Pardon, Madame! I trust_to your goodness
for_excusing this surprise from an old_friend's_son.'

Neither seeing nor_caring_for_king or_prince, the stranger_gentleman_at
the same_moment_pounced upon Eustacie and her little_girl,_crying aloud
in English, 'Here she is! My_dear, I am glad_to_see you. Give her_to
me, poor Berenger's little darling._Ah! she does not understand. Where's
Merrycourt?'

Just_then there_was another_English exclamation, 'My father! Father!
dear father!' and Philip, flinging himself from_the saddle, fell almost
prone on that_broad breast, sobbing convulsively,_while the_eyes_that,
as he truly_boasted,_had never_wasted a tear on his enemies, were
streaming_so fast_that his father's welcome savoured of_reproof: 'What's
all this? Before_these_French too.'

'Take care, father,' cried Berenger,_leaping from his horse; 'he has_an
ugly wound just where you_are_holding_him.'

'Wounded! my poor boy. Look_up.'

'Where is your room, sir?' said