文档介绍：Monsieur Beaucaire
Monsieur Beaucaire
by Booth Tarkington
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Monsieur Beaucaire
Chapter One
The young Frenchman did very well what he had planned to do.
His guess that the Duke would cheat proved good. As the unshod half-
dozen figures that had been standing noiselessly in the entryway stole
softly into the shadows of the chamber, he leaned across the table and
smilingly plucked a card out of the big Englishman's sleeve.
"Merci, M. le Duc!" he laughed, rising and stepping back from the
table.
The Englishman cried out, "It means the dirty work of silencing you
with my bare hands!" and came at him.
"Do not move," said M. Beaucaire, so sharply that the other paused.
"Observe behind you."
The Englishman turned, and saw what trap he had blundered into; then
stood transfixed, impotent, alternately scarlet with rage and white with the
vital shame of discovery. M. Beaucaire remarked, indicating the silent
figures by a polite wave of the hand, "Is it not pliment to monsieur
that I procure six large men to subdue him? They are quite devote' to me,
and monsieur is alone. Could it be that he did not wish even his lackeys
to know he play with the yo'ng Frenchman who Meestaire Nash does not
like in the pomp-room? Monsieur is unfortunate to e on foot and
alone to my apartment."
The Duke's mouth foamed over with chaotic revilement. His captor
smiled brightly, and made a slight gesture, as one who brushes aside a
boisterous insect. With the same motion he quelled to stony quiet a
resentful impetus of his servants toward the Englishman.
"It's murder, is it, you carrion!" finished the Duke.
M. Beaucaire lifted his shoulders in a mock shiver. "What words! No,
no, no! No killing! A such word to a such host! No, no, not mur-r-der;
only disgrace!" He laughed a clear, light laugh with a rising inflection,
seeming to launch himself upon an adventurous quest for sympathy.
"You little devilish scullion!" spat out the Duke.
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Monsieur Beaucaire