"What meant the fellow by his Place du Vier Prison?" asked the Duke.
"Who knows, monsieur le duc?" answered Philip. "A fanatic like all the Vaufontaines—a roysterer yesterday, a sainted chevalier to-morrow," said the Duke irritably. "But they still have strength and beauty—always!" he added reluctantly. Then he looked at the strong and comely frame before him, and was reassured. He laid a hand on Philip's broad shoulder, and said admiringly:
"You will of course have your hour with him, cousin: but not—not till you are a d'Avranche of Bercy."
"Not till I am a d'Avranche of Bercy," responded Philip in a low voice.
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