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Updated: June 16, 2025


You are unworthy, princess of the royal blood though you may be, of the love of a man of honor; I offer my life as a sacrifice for having loved you too tenderly, and I die despairing you." "Oh!" cried Raoul, terrified at the accents of profound truth which De Guiche's words betrayed, "I was right in saying you were mad, Guiche."

"I do not like the man, and, as I never liked him, the result is, that I am on no worse terms with him to-day than I was yesterday." "Let us go, then." The four descended the stairs. De Guiche's carriage was waiting at the door, and took them to the Palais-Royal. As they were going along, Raoul was engaged in devising his scheme of action.

"What does your majesty wish to know?" "Why, the name of the man with whom La Valliere is in love, and whom De Guiche's adversary disputed her right to love."

"What cause, Madame?" said Manicamp; "may I be permitted, without indiscretion, to ask your highness?" "You ask such a question! You, M. de Guiche's intimate friend, his confidant, indeed!" "Oh, Madame! his intimate friend yes; confidant no. De Guiche is a man who can keep his own secrets, who has some of his own certainly, but who never breathes a syllable about them.

"Bad policy. You will give the letters, you will receive them. Oh! we must have no pride in this affair, otherwise M. Malicorne and Mademoiselle Aure, not transacting their own affairs themselves, will have to make up their minds to see them done by others." "You are quite right; but what is going on yonder in M. de Guiche's room?" "Nothing; he is only opening his window." "Let us be gone."

As, therefore, it certainly was not Raoul whom he could suspect either of intrigue or treachery, it was on Raoul's account that De Guiche trembled. However, while these gloomy forebodings cast a shade of anxiety over De Guiche's countenance, De Wardes had resumed the entire mastery over himself.

"Ah! true; I was offering to lay you twenty pistoles against these you have lent me, that you will have the Comte de Guiche's letter in " "How soon?" "In eight hours." "Have you a winged horse, then?" "That is no matter. Will you bet?" "I shall have the comte's letter in eight hours?" "Yes." "In hand?" "In hand."

Bragelonne quitted the tent with the slow and measured step of a man curious to observe, but anxious not to be seen. Sheltered behind the thick curtains of his own tent, embracing with a glance the whole square, he noticed that, after a few moments' pause, the curtains of De Guiche's tent were agitated, and then drawn partially aside.

My position is very insecure, and some accident will be certain to befall me, if I attempt unaided to reach the other side of the wall; it does not matter if Manicamp tears his clothes, for he can make use of M. de Guiche's wardrobe; but I shall not be able to use even those belonging to M. Manicamp, for they will be torn."

As, therefore, it certainly was not Raoul whom he could suspect either of intrigue or treachery, it was on Raoul's account that De Guiche trembled. However, while these gloomy forebodings cast a shade of anxiety over De Guiche's countenance, De Wardes had resumed the entire mastery over himself.

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