“Serviteur très-humble!” said the cardinal, with a low bow, intended for dismissal. The habits and peculiarities of his eminence were well known, and his auditor was aware that these were the words used when it was intended to negative the request of a petitioner; but De Pontis had a more than ordinary interest at stake, and he faltered out, “If Monseigneur would listen—”
“Serviteur très-humble!” thundered the haughty cardinal, striding with a quicker pace over the green-sward.
The unlucky De Pontis started as though he had received a musket shot. He turned from his eminence and rode back to Paris, fancying in each echo of his horse’s hoofs that he heard the words “Serviteur très-humble!” of the cardinal duke.
[To be continued.
THE EXILE’S FAREWELL.
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BY W. H. RACEY.
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My own, my native land, my happy home,