The wheels of his chariot, which for a brief space had turned aside into a new track, were back in the old rut again, and realizing that there could be no further escape from it possible for him, he gave way sullenly to a despairing, stolid sort of resignation, that he had no heart to struggle against, but yielded to it passively; blaming himself the while for having presumed to indulge in a season of bright hopes and delicious dreams.

Why the devil should such an unlucky fellow as he had always been venture to aspire to happiness?
It was all foolishness, and sure to end in bitter disappointment; but he had had his lesson now, and would be wiser for the future.
He sat perfectly motionless for a long time, plunged in a sad reverie--sunk in a species of torpor; but he roused himself at last, and perceiving that his faithful old follower's eyes were fixed upon him, full of timid questioning that he did not venture to put into words, briefly related to him the principal incidents of his journey up to the capital, and his short stay there.

When he graphically described his two duels with the Duke of Vallombreuse--the old man, filled with pride and delight at the proficiency of his beloved pupil, could not restrain his enthusiasm, and snatching up a stick gave vigorous illustrations of all the most salient points of the encounters as the baron delineated them, ending up with a wild flourish and a shout of triumph.
"Alas! my good Pierre," said he, with a sigh, when quiet was restored, "you taught me how to use my sword only too well.

My unfortunate victory has been my ruin, and has sent me back, hopeless and bereaved, to this poor old crumbling chateau of mine, where I am doomed to drag out the weary remainder of my days in sorrow and misery.

I am peculiarly unhappy, in that my very triumphs have only made matters worse for me--it would have been better far for me, and for all, if I had been wounded, or even killed, in this last disastrous encounter, instead of my rival and enemy, the young Duke of Vallombreuse." "The de Sigognacs are never beaten," said the old retainer loftily.