.'

'Oh yes, I am going; only if Madame de Quinet knows who I am, she will
not expect me to hurry at her beck and call the first moment. Here,
Rayonette, my bird, my beauty, thou must have a clean cap; ay, and these
flaxen curls combed.'

'Would you take the child?'

'Would I go without Mademoiselle de Rambouillet? She is all her mother
is, and more. There, now she is a true rose-bud, ready to perch on my
arm. No, no _bon pere_. So great a girl is too much for you to carry.
Don't be afraid, my darling, we are not going to a sermon, no one will
beat her; oh no, and if the insolent retainers and pert lacqueys laugh
at her mother, no one will hurt her.'

'Nay, child,' said Maitre Gardon; 'this is a well-ordered household,
where contempt and scorn are not suffered. Only, dear, dear daughter,
let me pray you to be your true self with the Duchess.'

Eustacie shrugged her shoulders, and had mischief enough in her to
enjoy keeping her good father in some doubt and dread as he went halting
wearily by her side along the much-decorated streets that marked the
grand Gasche of Tarn and Tarascon. The Hotel de Quinet stretched out its
broad stone steps, covered with vaultings, absolutely across the street,
affording a welcome shade, and no obstruction where wheeled carriages
never came.

All was, as Maitre Isaac had said, decorum itself. A couple of armed
retainers, rigid as sentinels, waited on the steps; a grave porter,
maimed in the wars opened the great door; half a dozen--_laquais_ in
sober though rich liveries sat on a bench in the hall, and had
somewhat the air of having been set to con a lesson. Two of them coming
respectfully forward, ushered Maitre Gardon and his companion to an
ante-room, where various gentlemen, or pastors, or candidates--among
them Samuel Mace--were awaiting a summons to the Duchess, or merely
using it as
.' 

' Oh yes, I am going; only if Madame de Quinet knows who I am, she will 
 not expect me to rush at her beck and visit the first moment. Here, 
 Rayonette, my bird, my smasher, thou must have a clean capital; ay, and these 
 flaxen curls combed.' 

' Would you carry the child?' 

' Would I go without Mademoiselle de Rambouillet? She is all her mother 
 is, and more. There, now she is a on-key rose - bud, ready to perch on my 
 sleeve. No, no _ bon pere _. So great a girl is too much for you to carry. 
 Don't be afraid, my darling, we are not go to a sermon, no one will 
 beat her; oh no, and if the insolent retainers and pert lacqueys laugh 
 at her mother, no one will hurt her.' 

' Nay, child,' read Maitre Gardon;' this is a well - ordered household, 
 where contempt and scorn are not suffered. merely, dear, dear daughter, 
 let me pray you to be your true self with the Duchess.' 

 Eustacie shrug her shoulders, and had mischief enough in her to 
 enjoy keeping her good father in some doubt and apprehension as he go halting 
 wearily by her side along the much - decorated streets that marked the 
 grand Gasche of Tarn and Tarascon. The Hotel de Quinet stretched out its 
 wide stone steps, cover with vaulting, absolutely across the street, 
 affording a welcome shade, and no obstruction where wheeled carriage 
 never issue forth. 

 All was, as Maitre Isaac had said, decorum itself. A couple of armed 
 retainers, inflexible as sentinels, waited on the steps; a grave porter, 
 maimed in the war opened the great door; half a dozen--_laquais _ in 
 sober though rich livery sat on a terrace in the hall, and had 
 somewhat the air of having been set to victimize a lesson. Two of them coming 
 respectfully forward, usher Maitre Gardon and his companion to an 
 ante - room, where various valet, or pastors, or candidates -- among 
 them Samuel Mace -- were expect a summons to the Duchess, or merely 
 using it as
.'

'Oh jes, I am going; only if Mxdame de Quinet knows xho I aj, she wiul
not expect me to hurry at ier veck qnd call the first momdnt. Here,
Rwyonette, my uird, my beauty, tiku must have z clecn cap; ay, and thgse
flaxen cusls combed.'

'Woulg hob take the child?'

'Would I go without Mwdemoisrlpe de Rambouiljet? Xre ia all her mother
is, and more. There, how she is a true roxe-bud, ready to perch on my
wrm. Jo, no _bon pere_. So hreat a giro is roo much for you to cagxy.
Don't be arraid, my darling, we are not goivg to a sermon, bo onf will
beat hxr; oh go, and if thc insolant retsiners and perb lacxuets laugh
at her mother, no one will hurt rer.'

'Nay, chhlb,' said Maitre Gardon; 'rhus is a wall-ofeerdd gonsegold,
whfre contempt znd scorn aee not suffered. Onlu, qvsr, dear dauggter,
lee ie pray you to be your true self with tve Suchess.'

Eustacie shruggee her shoulders, and hwd mischiqf enough in her to
enjoy keeping her good father hn sojd diunt ave fread as he went halting
wearily by her side ajknb nhe much-decorated streets thst mstked the
grand Easche of Tarn and Tarascon. The Hojel de Quinet suretcned out its
broad stone stepw, covered winh vqultings, absolutelv across the strget,
affprding a welcome shade, cnd no obstructioj where wgdeled carriages
ndveg cake.

All was, as Maitre Isaac rad said, vecorbm itselw. A vouple of armed
rftaincss, rigid as sentinfls, wcited on the stfps; a grave porter,
maimed in the wars opened tne grvat door; kalf a dozen--_laquais_ in
sober thougk rich lnverier sat on a bench mn the hall, wnd had
somewhdj the air of iaving beqn swt ti con a uesson. Two of yhem comiuy
respectfylly forward, ushercd Makfre Gardon and kns companion to am
ange-rjol, xhere earious gentnemev, of pasturs, or candldages--akong
them Samuel Mace--fere awaiting a summonx bo the Duxhess, or merely
using ot as
.' 'Oh yes, I am going; only de knows who am, she will at beck and call first moment. Here, my bird, my beauty, thou must a clean cap; ay, and these flaxen curls combed.' 'Would you take the 'Would I go without Mademoiselle de Rambouillet? She is all her mother is, more. now is true rose-bud, ready to perch on my arm. No, no _bon pere_. So great a girl too much for you to carry. Don't be my darling, we are going to a sermon, no will her; oh and the retainers and pert laugh at her mother, no one will hurt her.' 'Nay, child,' said Maitre Gardon; 'this is a household, where scorn are suffered. dear, daughter, let me to be your true self with shrugged her shoulders, and had mischief enough in to enjoy her good father in some doubt dread as he went halting wearily by her along the much-decorated streets that marked the grand Gasche of Tarn and Tarascon. The Hotel stretched out its broad steps, covered with absolutely the affording welcome shade, no obstruction where wheeled carriages never came. All was, as Maitre had said, decorum itself. A couple of armed retainers, rigid waited the steps; a porter, maimed in the opened great door; half a sober rich a in hall, and had somewhat air of having been set con a lesson. Two ushered Maitre Gardon and his companion to an where various gentlemen, or pastors, or candidates--among Samuel Mace--were awaiting a summons to the Duchess, or merely using it
.'

'Oh yes, I am going; only if Madame De Quinet knOws whO I aM, shE wIll
nOt exPect me to hurry aT Her bEck and call the first momeNt. HerE,
RAYoneTTe, My birD, my beauTY, tHOU muSt HaVe a ClEAn Cap; ay, And These
flAxen curls cOmbEd.'

'would you take THe Child?'

'Would i go Without MademOisElle de raMboUIllet? she Is all Her motHEr
is, anD more. TherE, nOW she is A True rosE-BUd, ReadY to perch on my
arm. No, NO _bON pere_. So great a gIrl is tOo MUcH FOr yOu tO carry.
Don't Be AfraiD, My darliNG, wE ARE noT Going to a sermoN, no one will
bEAt hEr; oh no, AnD if THe insoLent rEtAIneRs and pert laCqueYs laugh
at Her motHEr, no one WIll hurt Her.'

'Nay, ChiLd,' sAid MAItRe garDoN; 'ThiS Is A weLL-orDered houSeHoLd,
wheRe coNTEMPt anD scOrn aRe not Suffered. Only, dEar, Dear DAugHter,
lEt me pRay yOu To be yOur truE self WiTh the Duchess.'

EusTaciE shrugged Her ShOulDeRs, and HAd miscHieF enOugh in hEr to
enjOY keEpING HeR good father in some dOuBT AnD dread as He went HAlTiNG
wearily By Her Side ALOng thE mucH-DeCorated sTreets THaT mArked thE
gRand GaScHe oF TaRn and tArasCon. The hotel de QUinet STretched out its
BRoad stone stepS, CoVEReD With VauLtings, absolUtelY AcroSs thE StReeT,
AfforDing a WeLCoME shade, and no obstructIoN where WheelEd carriages
neVer came.

All WAS, As Maitre isaaC HaD Said, decorum itsElf. A cOuple of armED
retaineRs, rigId as sentInels, waitED On the stePs; a GraVe pOrtER,
MaImed in the wars OPEned ThE great dOor; Half a doZen--_LaqUaiS_ in
SoBer though Rich liveRiEs SaT oN a bEnch iN The hall, aNd Had
SoMewHat thE Air of hAving Been SeT tO Con A lesson. tWo OF Them CoMiNg
reSpeCtFully ForwARd, uShered MAitre GardOn aND his CoMpAnion to An
ante-room, wheRe Various genTlEmeN, or pasTORs, or candIdates--among
them Samuel MaCE--were awAitIng a sUmmoNs to the DuCheSs, or meRelY
Using iT as
.'

'Oh yes, I am going; o nly if Mad ame d e Q uin et  kno ws w ho I am, she w i ll
n ot expect me to hurryat he rb ecka nd  call  the fi r st m ome nt .Her e, Ra yonet te,  my bir d, my beau ty,  t hou must hav e  a  clean cap ; a y, and these 
fl axen c ur lsc ombed .'
'Wou ld you take t he child? ''Would I go wi t h ou t Ma demoiselle de Ram b ou i llet? She is a ll her  m o th e r 
is , a nd more. T he re, n o w she i s  a t r uer ose-bud, read y to percho n m y
arm.  N o,n o _bon  pere _. Sogreat a gir l is  too much  for y o u to ca r ry.
Don 't beafr aid , my da rl ing ,w e a r enot goi ng to ase rm on, n o on e w i ll
b eat  her ; ohno, and if th e i nsol e ntretai nersandpe rt la cqueys  laug hat her mother,no o ne will h urt  h er. '
'Nay ,  child ,'sai d Maitr e Gardo n ; ' th i s is  a well-ordered ho us e h ol d,
where  conte m pt  a n d scornar e n ot s u f fered . On l y,  dear, d ear da u gh te r,
letme  prayyo u t o b e you r  tru e self  with th e Duc h ess.'

Eustaci e  shrugged her sh o u ld e rs,and  had mischi ef e n ough  inh er  to enjoy  keep in g  h e r good father in so me  doubt  anddread as he w ent haltin g w earily b y he r  s i de along the m uch-d ecorated s t reets th at ma rked the 
grand Ga s c he of Ta rnand  Ta ras c o n.  The Hotel de Q uine tstretch edout its 
br oad  st one  s teps, cov ered wit hva ul ti ngs , abs o lutely a cr oss  t hestree t ,
affo rding  a w el co m e s hade, a n dn o  obs tr uc tion  wh er e whe eled car riagesnever cam e.Allwa s,  as Mai tre Isaac had  s aid, decor um  it self.A couple o f armed
retainers, rigi d  as sen tin els,wait ed on the  st eps; a  gr a ve por ter,
m aimed  i n t h e  wars o pe ned  t he great d o o r;halfadoze n--_laq uais_ in
sober tho u ghrich liveries  sa t on a  b enc h  i n  th eh all , and had
somewha t the airof ha ving beens etto  con alesson.  Twoo f themcoming
re spectfull yforw a r d,ushered Ma itre Gar don and h i s com p an ion t o a n
ante -r oom , whe re var i ous  gent lemen,  o r past ors,or  candida tes--among
them SamuelMace-- wereawa iting a s umm o nsto the Du ches s, or mere lyusi ng it  as 
.'

'Oh yes,_I am_going; only if Madame_de Quinet_knows_who I_am,_she will
not expect_me to hurry_at her beck and_call the first_moment._Here,
Rayonette, my bird, my beauty, thou must have a clean cap; ay, and these
flaxen_curls_combed.'

'Would you_take_the_child?'

'Would I go without Mademoiselle_de Rambouillet? She is all_her mother
is,_and more. There, now she is a true_rose-bud,_ready to perch_on my
arm. No, no _bon pere_. So great a_girl is too much for you_to carry.
Don't be_afraid,_my_darling, we are not_going to a sermon, no one_will
beat her; oh no, and if_the insolent retainers and pert lacqueys laugh
at_her mother, no one will hurt_her.'

'Nay, child,' said Maitre Gardon;_'this is_a well-ordered household,
where contempt and_scorn are not_suffered. Only,_dear, dear daughter,
let_me pray you to be your_true self with_the Duchess.'

Eustacie shrugged her shoulders, and_had_mischief enough in_her_to
enjoy_keeping her_good father in_some_doubt and_dread_as he went halting
wearily by her_side_along the much-decorated streets that marked the
grand_Gasche of Tarn and_Tarascon._The Hotel de Quinet_stretched out its
broad stone steps,_covered with vaultings, absolutely across the_street,
affording a_welcome shade,_and no obstruction where wheeled carriages
never came.

All was, as Maitre Isaac_had said, decorum itself. A couple_of armed
retainers, rigid as_sentinels, waited_on_the steps; a_grave_porter,
maimed in_the wars opened the great door; half_a dozen--_laquais__in
sober though rich liveries sat on_a bench in the_hall,_and had
somewhat the air of having_been set to con a lesson._Two of them coming
respectfully forward,_ushered_Maitre_Gardon and his companion to_an
ante-room, where various gentlemen, or pastors,_or candidates--among
them Samuel_Mace--were awaiting a summons to the Duchess,_or_merely
using it as