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"Monsieur," said De Guiche, "you seem to me a man of very good taste." Malicorne was wearing some of Manicamp's old-new clothes. He bowed in return, saying, "You do me a very great honor, monsieur le comte." "Whom have I the pleasure of addressing?" "My name is Malicorne, monsieur." "M. de Malicorne, what do you think of these pistol-holsters?"
Manicamp presented himself to the count under an arch of torches, which set in a blaze, rather than illuminated, the gate by which Le Havre is entered, and which is situated close to the tower of Francis I. The count, remarking the woe-begone expression of Manicamp's face, could not resist laughing. "Well, my poor Manicamp," he exclaimed, "how violet you look; are you in mourning?"
"No, monsieur; I posted from Orleans, and I changed my traveling suit for the one I have on, in order to present myself to you." "True, you already told me you had come from Orleans;" saying which he crumpled Manicamp's letter in his hand, and thrust it in his pocket. "I beg your pardon," said Malicorne, timidly; "but I do not think you have read all." "Not read all, do you say?"
Manicamp's concluding words scattered to the winds the last doubt which lingered, not in Madame's heart, but in her mind. She was no longer a princess full of scruples, nor a woman with her ever-returning suspicions, but one whose heart has just felt the mortal chill of a wound. "Wounded to death!" she murmured, in a faltering voice, "oh, Monsieur de Manicamp! did you not say, wounded to death?"
She was the protegee of a man named Malicorne, who is a protegee of Manicamp's; Manicamp asked me to get the situation of maid of honor for Montalais in Madame's household, and a situation for Malicorne as an officer in Monsieur's household. Well, I asked for the appointments, for you know very well that I have a weakness for that droll fellow Manicamp." "And you obtained what you sought?"
Malicorne nodded affirmatively to Manicamp. "Of course by letter," said Manicamp. "Did you not receive a letter from me?" "What was the date of the letter?" inquired the host, in whom Manicamp's hesitation had aroused some suspicion. Manicamp rubbed his ear, and looked up at Malicorne's window; but Malicorne had left his window and was coming down the stairs to his friend's assistance.
A bevy of young girls at this moment entered the salon, conducted by Madame de Navailles, and to Manicamp's credit be it said, if indeed he had taken that part in their selection which the Prince de Conde assigned him, it was a display calculated to dazzle those who, like the prince, could appreciate every character and style of beauty.
A bevy of young girls at this moment entered the salon, conducted by Madame de Navailles, and to Manicamp's credit be it said, if indeed he had taken that part in their selection which the Prince de Conde assigned him, it was a display calculated to dazzle those who, like the prince, could appreciate every character and style of beauty.
"At Orleans." "Monsieur," said De Guiche, "you seem to me a man of very good taste." Malicorne was wearing some of Manicamp's old-new clothes. He bowed in return, saying, "You do me a very great honor, monsieur le comte." "Whom have I the pleasure of addressing?" "My name is Malicorne, monsieur." "M. de Malicorne, what do you think of these pistol-holsters?"
"No, monsieur; I posted from Orleans, and I changed my traveling suit for the one I have on, in order to present myself to you." "True, you already told me you had come from Orleans;" saying which he crumpled Manicamp's letter in his hand, and thrust it in his pocket. "I beg your pardon," said Malicorne, timidly; "but I do not think you have read all." "Not read all, do you say?"
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