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THE CHATEAU DE CANAPLES.
Despite the strenuous efforts which Andrea compelled us to put forth, we did not again come up with Mesdemoiselles de Canaples, who in truth must have travelled with greater speed than ladies are wont to.
This circumstance bred much discomfort in Andrea's bosom; for in it he read that his Genevieve thought not of him as he of her, else, knowing that he followed the same road, she would have retarded their progress so that he might overtake them.

Thus argued he when on the following night, which was that of Friday, we lay at Orleans.

But when towards noon on Saturday our journey ended with our arrival at Blois, he went so far as to conclude that she had hastened on expressly to avoid him.

Now, from what I had seen of Mademoiselle Yvonne, methought I might hazard a guess that she it was who commanded in these--and haply, too, in other--matters, and that the manner of their journey had been such as was best to her wishes.
With such an argument did I strive to appease Andrea's doubts; but all in vain--which is indeed no matter for astonishment, for to reason with a man in love is to reason with one who knows no reason.
After a brief halt at the Lys de France--at which hostelry I hired myself a room--we set out for the Chateau de Canaples, which is situated on the left bank of the Loire, at a distance of about half a league from Blois in the direction of Tours.
We cut a brave enough figure as we rode down the Rue Vieille attended by our servants, and many a rustic Blaisois stopped to gape at us, to nudge his companion, and point us out, whispering the word "Paris." I had donned my grey velvet doublet--deeming the occasion worthy of it--whilst Andrea wore a handsome suit of black, with gold lace, which for elegance it would have been difficult to surpass.