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"I thank you, dearest Aure," replied La Valliere, gently; "it is like you to speak to me in this manner, and I thank you for it." "It was only for the benefit of wild dreamers, such as I have just described, that I spoke; do not take any of my words, then, to yourself, except such as you think you deserve.
"And what is that gentleman's name, may I ask, mademoiselle?" "M. de Malicorne, sire." The name produced its usual effect, for the king repeated it smilingly. "Yes, sire," replied Aure.
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.
Raoul hurriedly broke the seal. The writing was that of Mademoiselle Aure, and inclosed were these words: "Paris, Palais-Royal. The day of the nuptial blessing." "What does this mean?" inquired Raoul of Malicorne; "you probably know." "I do, monsieur." "For pity's sake, tell me, then." "Impossible, monsieur." "Why so?" "Because Mademoiselle Aure has forbidden me to do so."
De Guiche, observing Madame turn pale, and guessing the cause of her change of color, abruptly quitted the assembly and disappeared. Malicorne was then able to approach Montalais very quietly, and under cover of the general din of conversation, said to her: "Aure, your fortune and our future are standing at your elbow."
These two appeared to have attained the culminating point of a discussion half-bantering, half-serious. "Now, Monsieur Malicorne," said the young girl, "does it, at length, please you that we should talk reasonably?" "You believe that that is very easy, Mademoiselle Aure," replied the young man. "To do what we like, when we can only do what we are able "
Nam, qualis aut Molossus, aut fulvus Lacon, Amica vis pastoribus, Agam per altas aure sublata nives, Quaecunpue praecedet fera." 'Epode' vi. AElian relates that one of them, and his owner, so much distinguished themselves at the battle of Marathon, that the effigy of the dog was placed on the same tablet with that of his master.
"You have not understood me, Aure," said La Valliere, wounded by the slightly mocking tone of her companion; "if I were to marry M. de Bragelonne, I should be far from bestowing on him the happiness he deserves; but, for the same reason, if I listen to the king he would become the possessor of one indifferent in very many aspects, I admit, but one whom his affection confers an appearance of value.
"Yes," said the king, "that is the gentleman; I remember his face, and will not forget his name;" and the king looked tenderly at La Valliere. Aure had now nothing further to do; she had let Malicorne's name fall; the soil was good; all that was now left to be done was to let the name take root, and the event would bear fruit in due season.
"You bear me no ill-will, at least, Louise?" cried Montalais, pressing her hand. "And why should I, my dear Aure?" replied the girl in a voice soft as a flute. "Dame!" resumed Madame de Saint-Remy; "if she did bear you a little ill-will, poor girl, she could not be much blamed." "And why should she bear me ill-will, good gracious?"
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