Clement saw his old echevin safe home, left word at our house that he
was unhurt, but did not come in; and at Maison Verdon, no one had
even guessed what danger he was in, for all the attention of the
household was spent on the wounded men, one of whom died that night.
Things got worse and worse. Eustace was very anxious to leave Paris
before the summer was over, lest bad weather should make him unable
to travel. The year he had put between himself and Millicent had
more than run out; and besides, as he said to me, he would not expose
himself again to undergo what he had endured in his former illness,
since he could have no confidence that my mother, and even Margaret,
might not be driven to a persecution, which, if his senses should
fail him, might apparently succeed. 'Nor,' said he, 'can I leave you
unprotected here, my sister.'
We lingered, partly from the difficulty of getting horses, and the
terrible insecurity of the roads, partly from the desire to get
Clement to attend to Cardinal de Retz's warning and escape with us.
There was no difficulty on his mother's account. She was longing to
enter Port Royal, and only delayed to keep house for him, with many
doubts whether she were not worldly in so doing; but he still felt
his voice and presence here in the Hotel de Ville a protest, and he
could not give up the hope of being of use to his country.
Meantime, M. de Nemours recovered from his wound only to be killed in
a duel by M.
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