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"Indeed, Malicorne, you are insupportable with your news of the last century. Now, mind, if you persist in this bad habit of laughing at people, I will have you turned out." "Oh!" "Yes, for really you exasperate me." "There, there. Patience, mademoiselle." "You want to make yourself of consequence; I know well enough why. Go!" "Tell me, and I will answer you frankly, yes, if the thing be true."
The Courtyard of the Hotel Grammont On Malicorne's arrival at Orleans, he was informed that the Comte de Guiche had just set out for Paris. Malicorne rested himself for a couple of hours, and then prepared to continue his journey.
"There is no question that, at the present moment, we cannot ask Monsieur for anything." "Why so?" "Because we are not on good terms with him." "A great absurdity, too," said Malicorne, promptly. "Bah! and if we were to show Madame any attention," said Manicamp, "frankly speaking, do you think we should please Monsieur?"
De Guiche, who appeared not to notice the foreboding expression, went up to Raoul, and grasping him by the hand, said, "It is agreed, then, Bragelonne, is it not, that you will rejoin us in the courtyard of the Palais Royal?" He then signed to De Wardes to follow him, who had been engaged in balancing himself first on one foot, then on the other. "We are going," said he, "come, M. Malicorne."
"But, my dear Malicorne, Madame cannot endure the slightest noise near her." "I know that perfectly well; of course she can't endure anything; and so, I tell you, when she hears your deep distress, she will turn you out of her rooms without a moment's delay." "I understand." "Very fortunate you do." "Well, and what will happen next?"
Amid these varied political, and amorous interests, Malicorne was anxious to gain Montalais's attention; but the latter preferred talking with Raoul, even if it were only to amuse herself with his innumerable questions and his astonishment. Raoul had gone directly to Mademoiselle de la Valliere, and had saluted her with the profoundest respect, at which Louise blushed, and could not say a word.
"May I be broken alive on the wheel," said Malicorne to himself, "if I understand anything at all about it," and then he said aloud, "Well, then, are you satisfied with the name?" "With what name?" "With the name at the end of the letter. Does it give you the guarantee you require?" "I was going to ask you the name." "What! was the letter not signed?"
"No, monsieur le comte, he wishes to make a present of it." "To whom?" "To myself, monsieur." "Why did you not say so at once, my dear M. Mauvaisecorne?" "Malicorne, monsieur le comte." "Forgive me; it is that Latin that bothers me that terrible mine of etymologies. Why the deuce are young men of family taught Latin? Mala and mauvaise you understand it is the same thing.
By the way, monsieur, is it true that Mlle. de la Valliere is lame?" As he said this a horse drew up behind him, and on turning round he noticed that Bragelonne, who had just at that moment entered the courtyard, turned suddenly pale. The poor lover had heard the remark, which, however, was not the case with Malicorne, for he was already beyond the reach of the count's voice.
"Of course; in the same box where I put all the letters I received from you, and where I put mine also when your business or your amusements prevented you from coming to our rendezvous." "Ah, very good," said Malicorne. "Why are you satisfied?" "Because I see there is a possibility of not having to run to Blois after the letters, for I have them here." "You have brought the box away?"
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