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This heedless pursuit after these glittering trifles, the poet, by a nice concealed moral, represents to have been the destruction of his female hero. Equitis quoque jam migravit ab aure voluptas Omnis ad incertos oculos, et gaudia vana. HOR., Ep. ii. 1, 187. But now our nobles too are fops and vain, Neglect the sense, but love the painted scene.
The name and Christian name were carefully repeated by Monsieur. "Great heavens!" exclaimed Raoul, fixing his bewildered gaze upon the entrance doorway. "What's the matter?" inquired the prince; "was it Mademoiselle Aure de Montalais who made you utter such a 'Great heavens'?" "No, monseigneur, no," replied Raoul, pale and trembling.
Non però dal lor esser dritto sparte Tanto, che gli augelletti per le cime Lasciasser d' operare ogni lor arte: Ma con piena letizia l' aure prime, Cantando, ricevano intra le foglie, Che tenevan bordone alle sue rime Tal, qual di ramo in ramo si raccoglie Per la pineta in sul lito di Chiassi Quand' Eolo Scirocco fuor discioglie.
"Oh! yes, I understand; I am going to Paris, and that word Paris recalls to your mind a certain cavalier " "Aure!" "A certain cavalier who formerly lived near Blois, and who now resides at Paris." "In truth, I know not what ails me, but I feel stifled." "Weep, then, weep, as you cannot give me a smile!"
It pleases fate to disappoint me in everything; I dream of emperors, and I find only " "Aure, Aure!" exclaimed La Valliere, "for pity's sake, do not, for the pleasure of saying something witty, sacrifice those who love you with such devoted affection." "Oh, I do not trouble myself much about that; those who love me are sufficiently happy that I do not dismiss them altogether.
Aure would have cried out, but the cry was stifled in his kiss. Nervous and, apparently, angry, the young girl pushed Malicorne against the wall. "Good!" said Malicorne, philosophically, "that's enough for six weeks. Adieu, mademoiselle, accept my very humble salutation." And he made three steps towards the door. "Well! no, you shall not go!" cried Montalais, stamping with her little foot.
"Mademoiselle Aure de Montalais," continued Madame; "a young lady of rank, and my good attendant." This time it was not the king that smiled; it was the young lady presented, because, for the first time in her life, she heard, given to her by Madame, who generally showed no tendency to spoil her, such an honorable qualification.
Henriette left me and quickly returned, introducing the new candidate. At the first glimpse I recognised Brigitta Rupert, that haughty girl, who had been my early friend and companion at Saint Aure, but who found it impossible to continue her friendship and favour to a humble milliner's girl.
"Ah! ah!" said the Prince de Conde to Raoul, "she is presentable enough." "Yes," said Raoul, "but has she not a somewhat haughty style?" "Bah! we know these airs very well, vicomte; three months hence she will be tame enough. But look, there, indeed, is a pretty face." "Yes," said Raoul, "and one I am acquainted with." "Mademoiselle Aure de Montalais," said Madame de Navailles.
"Pray be seated, madame," said Montalais, offering her a chair, which she placed so that the back was towards the closet. "Thank you, Mademoiselle Aure thank you. Come, my child, be quick." "Where do you wish me to go, madame?" "Why, home, to be sure; have you not to prepare your toilette?"
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