Remarka: переводы

→"No more of this," he said coldly, peremptorily, the overlord admonishing his vassal. "You are angry with her at the moment, and incapable of calm judgment. We'll talk of it again tomorrow."

→"The ideals of one man are the insanities of another."

→"Not even that if I may not marry as I choose. I have ideals, Charles."

→"Your word, Charles? Your word against my consciousness? You are deceived. Or else it is the life of courts that's false, unreal, rendered so by all the ceremonial in which we trammel it and which creeps into the soul of each composing it; by the illusions of power which are its breath; by the traditions of birth and blood which are the empty bubbles in which it is reflected. Yes, that may be it. We are all actors in this world of courts, Charles, players of parts allotted to us at birth according to the names we bear. Natural we never are. Hence our unreality. And because we are not natural in ourselves, when Nature expresses herself through us despite our panoplies and mummeries, she comes forth travestied and grotesque, stressing our unreality."

→"It is. You may take my word for it."

→"Ah, but is it? Is it?"

→"Does it profit you to ask if that which is could be?"

→"And that insolent cousin of yours from Guelders? Does he remain on the field?"

→There was a movement among the spectators, an audible drawing of breath, and some one laughed outright. It was young d'Épinal, maliciously glad, through the torment of his soul, to see another--and one who had the right to it--baiting the bully Armagnac. That laugh stirred the fuming Duke into instant action. Almost he shouldered his cousin aside, to take the stage and plant himself squarely before the foolish pair. By his very presence he checked the Count of Armagnac's retort.

→"At you?" Count Anthony's tone suggested a faint wonder. His dark eyes grew dreamy as they surveyed the Frenchman, "I spoke of you, perforce. It was unavoidable."

→"Do you talk at me, Lord Count?" he challenged.

→"Madam Catharine is reluctant, then, to repeat the pleasantry which moved her laughter. The pleasantry being my Lord of Armagnac's we can understand her reluctance. His pleasantries are seldom nice."

→The unready Duke made a noise in his throat. His scowl deepened. An exponent ever of the direct attack, he understood nothing of his cousin's enveloping movement. And meanwhile, as he found no words, his cousin prattled on quite pleasantly:

→Followed a long and awkward pause, at the end of which the Lady Catharine withdrew at last her fingers from Armagnac's arm, and he, straightening himself stiffly, shifted his hand from her shoulder to the back of her chair. Whereupon Count Anthony cried out in a mockery of courteous chagrin:

→The Count inclined his bare golden head; he bent a little towards her from his graceful, red-swathed height.

→Looking up and around at that moment, she beheld him, quietly smiling, at her side, and, beyond him, her brother-in-law, a thundercloud upon his ducal brow. Her laughter snapped in the grip of a sudden and instinctive fear; a fear rather of Count Anthony's vague smile than of the Duke's obvious displeasure.

→"Leave this to me," his Highness was muttering, regretting now that he had not taken matters into his own hands from the outset. "Leave me to deal with Armagnac. He shall go home to-morrow, by Saint George!" And he repeated still more insistently: "Leave him to me."

→This was a tall, loose-limbed, youthful fellow, arrogant of bearing, swarthy, black-browed, and handsome in a sinister, unpleasant way. Leaning upon the back of her chair, his cropped head of black hair was bowed as he talked until it almost touched her own; and when she looked up into his face, as she did ever and anon with wanton arts of coyness, their eyes were scarcely a foot apart.

→CHAPTER II

→"--is very much a woman, and the subject of too much gossip. Wait!" He was suddenly of a harsh peremptoriness, and, weary of skirmishing about the subject, drove straight at the heart of it. "It is being said quite openly that Catharine was the subject of Auxonne's quarrel with d'Épinal; and now there are rumours of bad blood between d'Épinal and Armagnac."