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The
CHEVALIER D'AURIAC
BY
S. LEVETT YEATS
AUTHOR OF "THE HONOUR OF SAVELLI" ETC.
NEW YORK
LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO.
LONDON AND BOMBAY
1897
Copyright, 1896 and 1897
By S. LEVETT YEATS
All rights reserved.
FIRST EDITION, MARCH, 1897
REPRINTED, AUGUST, AND SEPTEMBER, 1897
TROW DIRECTORY
PRINTING AND BOOKBINDING COMPANY
NEW YORK
THE CHEVALIER D'AURIAC
TO THE
CHUMMERY OF THE PALMS
I DEDICATE THIS, IN MEMORY OF CERTAIN
RED-HOT DAYS
S. L. Y.
PREFACE
This story, like its predecessor, has been written in those rare moments of leisure that an Indian official can afford. Bits of time were snatched here and there, and much, perhaps too much, reliance has had to be placed on memory, for books there were few or none to refer to. Occasionally, too, inspiration was somewhat rudely interrupted. Notably in one instance, in the Traveller's Bungalow at Hassan Abdal (Moore's Lalla Rookh was buried hard by), when a bat, after making an ineffectual swoop at a cockroach, fell into the very hungry author's soup and put an end to dinner and to fancy. There is an anachronism in the tale, in which the writer finds he has sinned with M. C. de Remusat in "Le Saint-Barthélemy." The only excuse the writer has for not making the correction is that his object is simply to enable a reader to pass away a dull hour.
Umballa Cantonments,
March 16, 1896.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I.
CHAPTER II.
M. de Rône Cannot Read a Cypher.
CHAPTER III.
CHAPTER IV.
CHAPTER V.
A Good Deed Comes Home to Roost.
CHAPTER VI.
CHAPTER VII.
CHAPTER VIII.
CHAPTER IX.
CHAPTER X.
CHAPTER XI.
CHAPTER XII.
Monsieur Ravaillac does not Suit.
CHAPTER XIII.
CHAPTER XIV.
CHAPTER XV.
CHAPTER XVI.
CHAPTER XVII.
CHAPTER XVIII.
The Skylight in the Toison d'Or.
CHAPTER XIX.
CHAPTER XX.
At the Sign of 'The Toison d'Or.'
PRELUDE
I.
In no secret shrine doth my Lady sleep,
But is ever before mine eyes;
By well or ill, by wrong or right—
By the burning sun, or the moon's pale light—
Where the tropics fire or the fulmar