Flower o' the lily: A romance of old Cambray

When Gilles de Crohin, Sire de Froidmont, received that sabre-cut upon his wrist--a cut, by the way, which had been dealt with such efficacy that it very nearly severed his left...

We will leave the subject of Messire Gilles' dream, an it please you; we will even leave that gallant if somewhat out-at-elbows gentleman in the tap-room of the only hostelry of...

'I know! I know! Curse him! I only wished to order Gilles--my best friend, Gilles--not to leave me in the lurch; not to abandon me all alone between an impetuous sister and a mu...

When M. de Montigny--after much ponderous leavetaking--finally took his departure, accompanied by Messire Gilles de Crohin, it is positively averred that Marguerite, Queen of Na...

When Messire Gilles de Crohin sought audience of Her Majesty the Queen of Navarre on the following day at noon, she had just finished dressing. She had been up betimes, been for...

The safe-conduct being made out in the name of Monseigneur le Prince de Froidmont, his equerry, Messire Gilles de Crohin, and his serving-man, the absence of one of the three pe...

Old Nicolle, restless and cross, was fidgeting about the room, fingering with fussy inconsequence the beautiful clothes which her mistress had taken off half an hour ago prepara...

Gilles had spent four days at the hostelry of 'Les Trois Rois,' and here he would have liked to remain indefinitely and to continue the sentimental romance so happily begun bene...

In Maître C. Calviac's treatise on the manners and tone of good society, which he published in the year 1560[1] for the guidance of those who desired to frequent the company of...

Monsieur le Baron D'Inchy took his seat at the head of the principal table; beside him sat his ward, Madame Jacqueline de Broyart, who had M. le Comte de Lalain on her left. Gil...

When Gilles de Crohin found himself alone with Maître Jehan in the corridor which led straight to the main entrance hall, he paused for a moment, irresolute, wondering what he h...

'Madam la Reyne,' wrote Gilles the self-same night ere he laid down to rest, 'I entreat you to seek out Monseigneur le duc d'Anjou at once. Matters have occurred which might end...

Old Nicolle and the women had known how to hold their tongues, so had Madame Jacqueline's torch-bearer. Indiscretion these days, where the affairs of noble gentlemen were concer...

We may take it that M. le Baron d'Inchy, at whose invitation the Duc d'Anjou had come to Cambray, was not likely to let the matter of the midnight duel remain unpunished, the mo...

The conduct of de Landas--of the one man whom in her childish way she had at one time loved--had been a bitter blow to Jacqueline's sensitive heart, also one to her pride. How s...

How Gilles spent the next two or three weeks he could never afterwards tell you. They were a long-drawn-out agony of body and of mind: of body, because the enforced inactivity w...

It is Messire Enguerrand de Manuchet who tells us that on the 3rd day of April of this same year of grace 1581, Messire de Balagny, Maître de Camp to _Monsieur_ Duc d'Anjou succ...

It all seemed like the recurrence of that lovely dream of long ago--the awakening to a sense of well-being and of security; the sweet-smelling couch; the clean linen; the fragra...

Indeed, to Jacqueline, even more so than to her lover, this last half-hour appeared more unreal than a dream. For a long time after Gilles had gone she remained sitting on the p...

Gilles de Crohin stood before Monseigneur the governor of Cambray and Monsieur le Comte de Lalain in the library of the Archiepiscopal Palace, and in the name of Monsieur Duc d'...

Jacqueline was sitting in the self-same deep window-embrasure from whence she had listened--oh, so long ago!--to that song, which would for ever remain for her the sweetest song...

Of a truth, Monseigneur the governor was not gravely perturbed by his ward's sudden attack of faintness. He knew that women were subject to megrims and sundry other fancies, and...

And now, I pray you think of Jacqueline running to the balustrade and, with glowing eyes looking over the stonework upon the perron beneath her. Jehan has caught his master as t...

Of that terrible day in Cambray, that fourth of April, 1581, nothing has survived but a memory--a glowing memory of fervour and enthusiasm, of reckless disregard of danger and m...

As for the rest, 'tis in the domain of history. Not only Maître Manuchet, but Le Carpentier in his splendid _History of Cambray_, has told us how the Duke of Parma's armies, dem...

To Gilles de Crohin, when he woke to consciousness one morning in his former lodging in La Fère, the whole of the past few weeks appeared indeed like a long dream.

And into the silent desolation of Cambray's deserted streets, there penetrated once again the sounds of that life which was teeming outside her walls. From the north and the sou...