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"Oh! oh! we shall see that." "Yes, we shall see." "Monsieur, I have particular business here. Now, if you will have it, I will cross swords with you, but I will not go away." "Monsieur, I am Comte Henri du Bouchage, brother of the Duc de Joyeuse. Once more, will you yield me the place, and go away?" "Monsieur," replied the other, "I am the Vicomte Ernanton de Carmainges.
"Monseigneur," replied Henri, "if our battle was like the battle of Cannes, at least we are more lucky than the Romans, for we have preserved our Paulus-Emilius!" "On my life, gentlemen, the Paulus-Emilius of Antwerp was Joyeuse; and doubtless, to preserve the resemblance with his heroic model to the end, your brother is dead, is he not, Du Bouchage?" Henri felt wounded at this cold question.
"Come, friend, take a holiday air for a little while, and do not tell me good news with a doleful face: speak quickly, Du Bouchage, for I want to hear. You come from Flanders?" "Yes, sire." "And quickly?" "As quickly, sire, as a man can ride." "You are welcome. And now, what of Antwerp?" "Antwerp belongs to the Prince of Orange." "To the Prince of Orange!" "Yes, to William."
Aignan; only, if we see the lady, we will try not to make grimaces at her. Where is this lady, Aurilly?" "Upstairs." "Upstairs! what, in this house?" "Yes, monseigneur; but hush! here is M. du Bouchage." "Hush!" said the prince, laughing. Henri, as he entered, could hear the hateful laugh of the prince, but he had not lived enough with him to know the danger that always lurked in his laugh.
"Nonsense; since Du Bouchage accompanies me, and she follows him, it will be quite natural." "But she may wish to go somewhere else, if she sees that I wish to bring her to you." "But I repeat that it is not to me that you are to bring her, but to the comte. Really, one would think it was the first time you had aided me in such circumstances. Have you money?"
The king, as he progressed through the crowd, looked on all sides for his brother, but in vain. He only found Henri du Bouchage waiting for him at the gate of the chateau. When once within the chateau, Henri III. inquired after the health of the Duc d'Anjou from the officer who had assumed the high distinction of receiving the king.
"Certainly I will, but I must know what part I am to play," said Remy, repulsing his hand. "First tell me is the lady the mistress of M. du Bouchage, or of his brother?" The blood mounted to Remy's face. "Of neither," said he: "the lady upstairs has no lover." "No lover! But then she is a wonder; morbleu! a woman who has no lover! we have found the philosopher's stone."
You do not annoy me at all, and I do not ask you to go away." Du Bouchage reflected a moment, and then put his sword back in its sheath. "Excuse me, monsieur," said he; "I am half mad, being in love." "And I also am in love, but I do not think myself mad for that." Henri grew pale. "You are in love!" said he. "Yes, monsieur." "And you confess it?" "Is it a crime?"
It was not till fully an hour afterward that Du Bouchage, overpowered with fatigue and overwhelmed with terror, with his brain on fire, was able to summon sufficient strength to drag himself to his apartment, nor was it until after he had made the attempt nearly a dozen times that he succeeded in escalading the window.
Throughout the whole day, the terrible news, commented upon, exaggerated, and mutilated, circulated through Chateau-Thierry and the province; every one explained, according to his own individual character and disposition, the accident which had befallen the duke. But no one, except Catherine and Du Bouchage, ventured to acknowledge that the chance of saving the duke's life was hopeless.
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