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"On this latter subject," continued Chicot, who had suddenly become thoughtful, "I perceive one thing; namely, that remorse does not exist, and is only a relative feeling; the fact is, I do not feel any remorse at all for having killed Borromée, since the manner in which Monsieur de Carmainges' affair occupies my mind makes me forget that I have killed the man; and if he, on his side, had nailed me to the table as I nailed him to the wainscot, he would certainly have had no more remorse than I have about it myself, at the present moment."
"And you had the incredible patience to say nothing! Ah! you do not love, you do not love." "Ma foi! I have no great rights as yet; and these great ladies are so capricious, and would, perhaps, enjoy playing me a trick." "Oh! M. de Carmainges, you do not love as I do; and yet " "Yet what?" "You are more happy." "Ah! are they cruel in that house?"
"Not even by me," said the young man, with such a strange glance, that the cavalier felt the icy reserve in which he had tried to close his heart melting away. "I meant to say that I could be served by no one," said he. "Yes, I know you are not rich, M. Ernanton de Carmainges," said the young page.
"Well, where is this letter?" "That is just the cause of the quarrel, sire. M. de Carmainges resolutely refuses to give it to me, and determines to carry it to its address." Carmainges bent one knee before the king. "Sire," said he, "I am a poor gentleman, but a man of honor.
A letter, duke, belongs only to the bearer and to the person to whom it is sent. You will deliver your letter, M. de Carmainges." "But, sire," said D'Epernon, "think of what that letter may contain. Do not play at delicacy, when, perhaps, your majesty's life is concerned." "You will deliver your letter, M. de Carmainges," said the king. "Thanks, sire," said Carmainges, beginning to retire.
On the evening of the same day on which Chicot set off for Navarre, we shall find again, in a large room at the Hotel Guise, the person who, disguised as a page, had entered Paris behind Carmainges, and who was also, as we know, the penitent of Gorenflot.
"And his follower, who is listening there?" "The poor devil hears nothing; I have bound him too tightly, and he has fainted." "M. de Carmainges, you have saved my life to-day, but you endanger it furiously for the future." "I do my duty to-day; God will provide for the future." "As you please, then, and I confess I dislike killing a defenseless man. Adieu, monsieur.
"It matters much, monsieur; I passed my word to the duke to give it to Madame la Duchesse herself." "Do you belong to the king, or M. de Mayenne?" "To the king." "Well! the king wishes to see the letter." "Monsieur, you are not the king." "I think you forget to whom you speak, M. de Carmainges." "I remember perfectly, monsieur, and that is why I refuse." "You refuse?" "Yes, monsieur."
From this moment, madame, I await your orders." "Come, come, do not exaggerate, M. de Carmainges; now you are all ice, after being all flame." "It seems to me, however, madame " "A truce to politeness; I do not wish to play the princess. Here is my hand, take it; it is that of a simple woman." Ernanton took this beautiful hand respectfully.
Voices rose, and the mirth grew loud with all, except Carmainges, who still thought of the mysterious page. He sat by M. de Loignac, who said to him: "Here are a number of joyful people, and they do not know what for." "Nor I, neither; but at least I am an exception." "You are wrong, for you are one of those to whom Paris is a paradise." "Do not laugh at me, M. de Loignac."
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