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. The menacing gestures, the wild and passionate words, all so unlike what formerly had marked such demonstrations, were terribly significant of the change that had come over public opinion. Over and over had Gabriel predicted all this to him. Again and again had he impressed upon him that a time was coming when the hard evils of poverty would arouse men to ask the terrible question, Why are we in wretchedness while others revel in excess?' On that day, and coming it is,' said he, 'all the brain-spun theories of statecraft will be thrown aside like rubbish, and they alone will be listened to who are men of action.' Was this dark prophecy now drawing nigh to accomplishment? were these the signs of that dread consummation? Gabriel had told him that the insane folly and confidence of those about the court would be the greatest peril of the monarchy. 'Mark my words,' said he, 'it will be all insolence and contempt at first, abject terror and mean concession after.' Was not the conduct of De Breze a very type of the former? he had not even a word of passing courtesy for the brave fellow who wounded and exhausted, stood there waiting like a lackey. Gerald was startled by the sudden opening of a door; and, as he turned, he saw a figure which he speedily recognised as the brother of the king, or, as he was called in court phrase, 'Monsieur.' 'Are you Maurice de Courcel' asked he, addressing Gerald hastily. 'No, Monseigneur; I am Fitzgerald.' 'Where is De Courcel, can you tell me?' 'He went on leave this morning, Monseigneur, to shoot in the forest of Soissons.' '_Peste!_' muttered he angrily. 'Methinks you gentlemen of the Garde du Corps have little other idea of duty than in plotting how to evade it. It was De Courcel's night of duty, was it not?' 'Yes, sir; I took it in his place.' 'Who relieves you?' 'The Chevalier de Monteroue, sir.' 'You are l'Ecossais--at least they call you so, eh?' 'Yes, Monseigneur, they call me so,' said Gerald, flushing. The Prince hesitated, turned to speak, and then moved away again. It was evident that he laboured under some irresolution that he could not master. Resolved not to lose an opportunity so little likely to recur, Gerald advanced toward him, and, with an air of deep respect, said: 'If I might dare to approach your Royal Highness on such a pretext, I would say that some tidings of deepest moment have been brought this evening by an officer from Paris, charged
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