'
'Was that all the thanks he had?' exclaimed Annora.
'Of course it was, child. The Queen and Cardinal knew very well that
the tumult was his work; or at least immensely exaggerated by him,
just to terrify her into releasing that factious old mischief-maker!
Why, he went off I know not where, haranguing them from the top of
his carriage!'
'Ah! that was where we saw him,' said Nan. 'Madame, indeed there was
nothing exaggerated in the tumult. It was frightful. They made ten
times the noise our honest folk do in England, and did ten times
less. If they had been English, M. Broussel would be safe at home
now!'
'No the tumult was not over-painted, that I can testify,' said my
brother.
But when my mother came to hear how he and Annora had witnessed the
scene from the windows of M. Darpent's house, her indignation knew no
bounds. I never saw her so angry with Eustace as she now was, that
he should have taken his sister into the house of one of these
councillors; a bourgeois house was bad enough, but that it should
have been actually one of the disaffected, and that the Darpent
carriage should have been seen at our door, filled her with horror.
It was enough to ruin us all for ever with the Court.
'What have we to do with the Court?' cried my sister, and this, of
course, only added fuel to the flame, till at last my mother came to
declaring that she should never trust her daughter with my brother
again, for he was not fit to take care of her.
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