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With this gratifying intelligence the deputation returned to the meeting in the Rue d'Anjou. There is no question that great enthusiasm was displayed on the entrance of the Allies into Paris. It may be praised or blamed, but the fact cannot be denied.
The king had involuntarily drawn close to the count, the Duc d'Anjou had turned sharply round, and pressed Athos on the other side. "What next? monsieur, what next?" cried they both at the same time. "Sire, M. Monk, being taken by the Frenchman, was brought to King Charles II., at the Hague.
The road which they were following, and which was bounded by a row of elms, terminated in a high hawthorn hedge, which separated from the rest of the park the pavilion of the Duc d'Anjou, and enveloped it as with a curtain of verdure, in the midst of which, as has been already observed, it entirely disappeared in a remote corner of the grounds of the chateau.
Those of our readers who have read "Chicot," already know the Duc d'Anjou, that jealous, egotistical, ambitious prince, and who, born so near to the throne, had never been able to wait with resignation until death offered him a free passage to it.
With this gratifying intelligence the deputation returned to the meeting in the Rue d'Anjou. There is no question that great enthusiasm was displayed on the entrance of the Allies into Paris. It may be praised or blamed, but the fact cannot be denied.
"Monsieur," she said, "do not, I beg of you, be rash. It was foolish of me, perhaps, to meet you here. We can talk for a few minutes, and afterwards, perhaps, we may meet again, but I am frightened all the time." "Monsieur Bartot?" I asked. She nodded. "He is very, very jealous," she answered. "You go with him every night to the restaurant in the Place d'Anjou?" I asked.
"Is that all?" said the duke. "No, monseigneur." "I should hope not," said Chicot; "if the king got only that for one hundred and sixty thousand livres, it would be a shame." "There are chiefs " The Duc d'Anjou could not repress a start. "What!" cried Chicot, "a conspiracy that has chiefs! how wonderful! But we ought to have more than that for one hundred and sixty thousand livres."
Their counsel prevailed and, just as the siege of Poitiers had proved fatal to the plans of Coligny, so that of Saint Jean d'Angely went far to neutralize all the advantages gained by the Catholic victory at Moncontour. Scarcely had De Piles taken the command than the army of the Duc d'Anjou appeared before the walls, and at once opened fire.
"A moment, monsieur," said Louis carelessly to the Gascon; "I must expedite to London my consent to the marriage of my brother, M. le Duc d'Anjou, with the Princess Henrietta Stuart." "He is knocking me about, it seems," murmured D'Artagnan, whilst the king signed the letter, and dismissed M. de Lyonne; "but ma foi! the more he knocks me about in this manner, the better I like it."
No observation could have been more annoying to the king than this, for he detested the Duc d'Anjou. Thus, although he did not answer, he grew pale. "Come, come, gentlemen," said St. Luc, trembling, "a little charity for my guests, if you please; do not spoil my wedding day." "Yes," said the king, in a mocking tone; "do not spoil St. Luc's wedding-day."
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