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Having taken possession of the ladder, he stepped on it, and then gallantly offered his hand to his fair antagonist. While this was going on, Malicorne had installed himself in the chestnut-tree, in the very place Manicamp had just left, determining within himself to succeed him in the one he now occupied.
"Oh, oh, poor girl! We must prevent that!" "Why?" "Because, if M. Raoul Bragelonne were to suspect it, he would either kill her or kill himself." "Raoul, poor fellow! do you think so?" "Women pretend to have a knowledge of the state of people's affections," said Malicorne, "and they do not even know how to read the thoughts of their own minds and hearts.
"At all events, I do not see why," replied Montalais, "it should be forbidden M. Malicorne to have intentions towards me, if his intentions are honorable." "Honorable intentions with such a face!" cried Madame de Saint-Remy. "I thank you in the name of my face, madame," said Malicorne.
"Once more, I am that person; you annoy me what do you want? Explain, or leave the room!" "Oh, you are coming the bounce, are you? I say, Malicorne," said this man, turning toward his companion, "there is no catch here; it is not like the haul at Viscount de Saint-Remy's."
"What are they?" "In haste." Malicorne returned the recommendation; Manicamp added the words. "Good," said Malicorne, taking back the paper. Manicamp began to count out the pistoles. "There want twenty," said he. "How so?" "The twenty I have won." "In what way?" "By laying that you would have the letter from the Comte de Guiche in eight hours."
"Because do you not see this brevet?" "To be sure I do." "Well, I would have got you a similar one." "By whose means?" "Malicorne's." "Aure, are you telling the truth? Is that possible?" "Malicorne is there; and what he has done for me, he surely can do for you."
"It is indeed you, Louise, my darling Louise!" said Morel, crying; "but how pale you are! For mercy's sake what ails you?" "Nothing, nothing, father," stammered Louise. "I have run so fast. Here is the money!" "How is this?" "You are free!" "So you know?" "Yes, yes! Here, sir, take the money," said the young girl, giving a rouleau of gold to Malicorne. "But this money, Louise this money?"
The day after he had been installed in his room, he had noticed the seven travelers arrive successively, who speedily filled the whole hotel. When he saw this perfect multitude of people, of carriages, and retinue, Malicorne rubbed his hands delightedly, thinking that, one day later, he should not have found a bed to lie upon after his return from his exploring expeditions.
"Good for an order for a place of maid of honor to Madame, which M. le Comte de Guiche will take upon him to obtain at sight. "De Manicamp." This painful task accomplished, he laid himself down in bed again. "Well!" asked Malicorne, "what does this mean?" "That means that if you are in a hurry to have the letter from the Comte de Guiche for Monsieur, I have won my wager." "How the devil is that?"
"You know that I am anxious to have that commission of lady of honor, which I have been foolish enough to ask of you, and you do not use your credit." "Who, I?" Malicorne cast down his eyes, joined his hands, and assumed his sullen air. "And what credit can the poor clerk of a procurer have, pray?" "Your father has not twenty thousand livres a year for nothing, M. Malicorne."
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