Bardelys the Magnificent; being an account of the strange wooing pursued by the Sieur Marcel de Saint-Pol, marquis of Bardelys‪…‬

Bardelys the Magnificent is a short story book. "Speak of the Devil", whispered La Fosse in my ear, and, moved by the words and by the significance of his glance, I turned in my chair. The door had opened, and under the lintel stood the thick set figure of the Comte de Chatellerault. Before him a lacquey in my escutcheoned livery of red and gold was receiving, with back obsequiously bent, his hat and cloak. A sudden hush fell upon the assembly where a moment ago this very man had been the subject of our talk, and silenced were the wits that but an instant since had been making free with his name and turning the Languedoc courtship from which he was newly returned with the shame of defeat into a subject for heartless mockery and jest. Surprise was in the air for we had heard that Chatellerault was crushed by his ill fortune in the lists of Cupid, and we had not looked to see him joining so soon a board at which or so at least I boasted mirth presided. And so for a little space the Count stood pausing on my threshold, whilst we craned our necks to contemplate him as though he had been an object for inquisitive inspection. Then a smothered laugh from the brainless La Fosse seemed to break the spell. I frowned. It was a climax of discourtesy whose impression I must at all costs efface. I leapt to my feet, with a suddenness that sent my chair gliding a full half yard along the glimmering parquet of the floor, and in two strides I had reached the Count and put forth my hand to bid him welcome. He took it with a leisureliness that argued sorrow. He advanced into the full blaze of the candlelight, and fetched a dismal sigh from the depths of his portly bulk.