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"Monsieur," said Mayenne to Ernanton, "my gratitude to you will be eternal; and, doubtless, some day we shall meet under more favorable circumstances. May I ask to whom I have the honor of speaking?" "I am the Vicomte Ernanton de Carmainges, monsieur." "You were going to Beaugency?" "Yes, monsieur." "Then I have delayed you, and you cannot go on to-night."
"M. de Carmainges, for three months I have loved like a madman her who lives there, and I have not yet had the happiness of hearing the sound of her voice." "Diable! you are not far advanced. But stay." "What is it?" "Did not some one whistle?" "Indeed, I think I heard something." A second whistle was now distinctly heard.
However, as, notwithstanding this mental reply, Chicot, in his preoccupation, forgot to withdraw, Ernanton, shutting his face between the door and the doorway, said to him: "I wish you a very good-evening, monsieur." "One moment, Monsieur de Carmainges," said Chicot.
"Very well, monsieur; but there is one point which disquiets me." "What is it?" "Passive obedience." "It is an essential condition." "So I understand; but it is sometimes difficult for persons who are delicate on points of honor." "That does not concern me, M. de Carmainges." "But, monsieur, when an order displeases you " "I read the signature of M. d'Epernon, and that consoles me."
"Madame," said the young man, "you sent for your humble servant here he is." "Ah! very well," said the lady; "sit down, I beg, M. Ernanton." "Pardon, madame, but before anything I must thank you for the honor that you do me." "Ah! that is civil, and you are right; but I presume you do not know whom you are thanking, M. de Carmainges."
Maline showed him that he was not to be trusted. St. Maline's glass was full, and he filled Ernanton's. "Peace! peace!" cried all the voices. Carmainges profited by the noise, and leaning toward St. Maline, with a smile on his lips, so that no one might suspect the sense of what he was saying, whispered: "M. de St.
The young man looked up; it was our friend Ernanton de Carmainges. "I beg you will leave me alone," said he, "I was not thinking of you." Pincornay turned away, grumbling; but at this moment an officer entered. "M. de Loignac!" cried twenty voices. At this name, known through all Gascony, every one rose and kept silence.
This theory, as may be perceived, includes some very specious arguments, and might possibly furnish some very brilliant theses; but the reader, anxious, as Chicot was, to know what Carmainges' object was in that house, will feel obliged to us by tracing the development of them. Chicot, accordingly, began to think, that it was strange to see Ernanton in the very house where he bad seen Remy.
"What is it?" said D'Epernon, drawing to one side. "M. de Carmainges has seen M. de Mayenne lying wounded in a village beyond Orleans." "Wounded!" "Yes, and more, he has written a letter to Madame de Montpensier, which M. de Carmainges has in his pocket." "Oh! oh! send M. de Carmainges to me." "Here he is," said De Loignac, signing to Ernanton to advance.
"Must I now take leave of you, madame?" said Ernanton, bowing in token of obedience to the flattering orders he had just received. "Not yet, M. de Carmainges; follow my litter as far as the new bridge, lest that wretch who recognized in me the lady of the litter, but did not know me for what I am, should follow to find out my residence." Ernanton obeyed, but no one watched them.
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