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"Yes, but Hannibal had won the battles of Trebia, Thrasymene, and Cannes, while I have only won that of Cateau-Cambresis; it is not enough to sustain the comparison." "But monseigneur jests when he says he ran away." "No, I do not. Pardieu! do you see anything to jest about, Du Bouchage?" "Could any one have done otherwise?" said Aurilly. "Hold your tongue, Aurilly, or ask the shade of St.
I have arms, and we will defend or hide ourselves, as we shall be strong or weak." "No, Remy, no, I must go on; nothing must stop me; and if I had fears, they would be for you." "We will go on then." They rode on, therefore, without another word, and Henri du Bouchage followed.
"Yes, the lady, like the celebrated Bradamante, about whom I have so often sung to your highness, disguises herself in the dress of a man." "Oh! monseigneur," cried the ensign, "M. du Bouchage seems to me to have a great respect for this lady, and probably would be very angry at any indiscretion." "Doubtless, monsieur; we will be mute as sepulchers as mute as poor St.
"Oh! sire, I will smile so, when I am here, that every one shall think me the happiest of men." "Yes, but I shall know the contrary, and that will sadden me." "Does your majesty permit me to retire?" asked Du Bouchage. "Go, my child, and try to be a man."
"And these gentlemen will keep the secret?" said the duke, looking round. All bowed, and Du Bouchage went out. It only required an hour for this fugitive, this conquered runaway, to become again proud, careless, and imperious. To command 100 men or 100,000 men, was still to command. While Du Bouchage executed his orders with the best grace he could, Francois asked questions.
"Good-evening, monsieur," said he, in a harsh voice, but whose sound appeared to Du Bouchage sweeter than the song of birds. Henri joined his hands and trembled so that the servant put out a hand to save him from falling, with a visible expression of respectful pity. "Come, monsieur," said he, "here I am: explain to me, I beg, what you want."
"But with some one in this street?" "Yes, for the present." "In Heaven's name tell me who it is!" "Ah! M. du Bouchage, you have not reflected on what you are asking me; you know a gentleman cannot reveal a secret, of which only half belongs to him." "It is true; pardon, M. de Carmainges; but, in truth, there is no one so unhappy as I am under heaven."
"Monseigneur," said Aurilly, mixing in the conversation, "I have discovered a part of the secret. This relation whom M. du Bouchage wished to escort is a lady." "Ah! ah! why did they not tell me so frankly. That dear Henri it is quite natural. Let us shut our eyes to the relation, and speak of her no more." "You had better not, monseigneur, for there seems a great mystery." "How so?"
"Sire, my wish is to inspire love. You see that the whole world is powerless to aid me in this; I alone can obtain it for myself." "Then why despair?" "Because I feel that I shall never inspire it." "Try, try, my child; you are young and rich. Where is the woman that can resist at once beauty, youth and wealth? There are none, Du Bouchage." "Sire, your goodness is great."
If she do not care for this, we shall have plays, enchantments, poetry in fact, all the pleasures of the earth, so that, even if we do not bring gayety back to her, I hope we shall to Du Bouchage." "Well, I hope so; but since it would be so trying to him to leave Paris, I hope you are not also, like him, the slave of some passion?" "I never was more free, sire." "Oh!
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