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Francois looked at him with astonishment, for a flash of ferocious joy played over his face. "And now, monseigneur, be prudent," said he. "How so?" "Do not run about the streets with Aurilly, as you did just now." "What do you mean?"
No, no, Remy; Aurilly is not forgotten, but left here for some bad design, believe me!" "Oh! about him, madame, I can believe anything." "Does he know me?" "I do not think so." "And did he recognize you?" "Oh! madame," said Remy, with a sad smile, "no one recognizes me." "Perhaps he guesses who I am?" "No, for he asked to see you." "I am sure he must have suspicions."
At the noise that Monsoreau made, Bussy took the alarm, the light was extinguished, the ladder fixed, and Bussy, to his great regret, was obliged to fly, like Romeo, but without having, like him, seen the sun rise and heard the lark sing. Just as he touched the ground, and Diana had thrown him the ladder, the duke and Aurilly arrived at the corner of the Bastile.
'Quare et invenies, as it is written." "How in the devil's name am I to find it in the hut of a peasant, who probably did not know how to write?" "Seek, stupid! if you do not find that, you will find " "What?" "Something else." "Oh! fool that I was," cried Aurilly. "Your highness is right: I am stupid; but I am very sleepy, you see."
"So be it; I will do my work myself, or with Aurilly, as I have done already." "Oh!" said Bussy, with a sudden thought. "What?" "Were you engaged on it the night when you saw the ambush laid for me?" "Just so." "Then your beautiful unknown lives near the Bastile." "Opposite the Rue St. Catherine. It is a dangerous place, as you know." "Has your highness been there since?" "Yesterday."
Henri started; the observation seemed to him in some way connected with the profound and absorbing interest with which the story inspired him; to him, too, who had seen Diana and her companion confided to Aurilly, the idea occurred that the two travelers who had announced to the prince the death of the unfortunate lute-player were acquaintances of his own. Henri looked attentively at the ensign.
Aurilly smiled, and passed into the ante-chamber, where he was courteously saluted by Quelus, between whose hands a superb cup and ball of ebony inlaid with ivory was making rapid evolutions. "Bravo! M. Quelus," said Aurilly. "Ah! my dear M. Aurilly, when shall I play cup and ball as well as you play the lute?" "When you have studied your plaything as long as I have my instrument.
"Keep still; mordieu! you shake the king's chair. Mort de ma vie, your wife will be quite happy with the prince to talk to, and M. Aurilly to play the lute to her." Monsoreau trembled with anger. "Quietly, monsieur," continued Chicot; "hide your joy, here is the business beginning; you should not show your feelings so openly; listen to the discourse of the king."
"Really!" "It was the king who insisted on it; you know on what excellent terms the brothers are just now. The king would not suffer an impertinence of Quelus's to pass, and ordered him to apologize." "Really!" "Ah! M. Aurilly, I think that we are entering the golden age; the Louvre is about to become Arcadia, and the two brothers Arcades ambo."
At this supposition they all rushed out, sword in hand, towards the gentlemen. One of the men had just introduced a key into the lock; the door had yielded and was about to open, when the noise of their assailants made them turn. "What is this? Can it be against us, Aurilly?" said one. "Ah, monseigneur," said the other, who had opened the door, "it looks like it.
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