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Maline, disdainfully. "You know me perfectly, monsieur, because at home my house is but two leagues from yours, and I am well known there, being of an old family; but you are furious at seeing me in Paris, when you thought that you alone were sent for; also, because the king gave me the letter to carry." "Well," said St. Maline, "it may be true, but there is one result." "What is it?"
"Perfectly, monsieur." "Fourteen in the first troop, fifteen in the second, and fifteen in the third; it is evident they do not count Ernanton, and that he no longer forms part of the Forty-five," said St. Maline to himself when De Loignac was gone. He fulfilled all his directions punctually. When he arrived among the Forty-five, the greater number of them were already preparing for their supper.
"Madame," replied he, "it is midnight, and at nine all fires ought to be extinguished; there is a fire now in your turret, and I must see what disobedient subject is transgressing the king's edicts." And St. Maline continued to advance, followed by several others. "Mon Dieu! M. de Carmainges," cried the duchess, "will those people dare to enter here?" "I am here, madame; have no fear."
"Ah!" cried he, in an insolent tone, "it is the beautiful lady of the litter. Ernanton, you get on fast." Ernanton stopped and half-drew his sword again; but the duchess drew him on, saying, "Come on, I beg you, M. Ernanton." "We shall meet again, M. de St. Maline," said Ernanton, "and you shall pay for this, with the rest."
They rode on silently for some time. At last Ernanton held out his hand to St. Maline, and said, "Shall I try to cure you?" "No, do not try that; you would fail. Hate me, on the contrary, and I shall admire you." An hour after they entered the Louvre; the king had gone out, and would not return until evening. Each of the young men placed himself at a window to watch for the return of the king.
A big yellow butterfly she was indeed, with the sleazy, clinging, white draperies wound around her slender form, then the wings of golden maline pinioned on either softly rounded shoulder. Sally was a perfect little beauty, and also possessed that whimsical manner so attractive in this delicate, fragile type. "How do I look, anyhow?" asked Bobbie, and the "anyhow" betrayed her hopelessness.
As, however, it was but half-past five when St. Maline entered, he found every one about, and, as we said, gastronomically inclined. But with one word he put an end to all this: "To horse, gentlemen," said he; and leaving them without another word, went to explain his orders to MM. de Biron and Chalabre.
They passed thus before Ernanton, who took no notice. At last St. Maline succeeded in quieting his horse, and they rode on again in silence till Ernanton said: "There is he whom we seek waiting for us." Ernanton was not deceived; the man he saw was really Chicot. He on his side had seen the cavaliers coming, and suspecting that it was for him that they came, waited for them. Ernanton and St.
"You are of my Forty-five, then?" said he to the young men. "I have that honor, sire," said St. Maline. "And you, monsieur?" "And I, also, sire," replied Carmainges; "and I am devoted to your majesty's service, as much as any one in the world." "Good! Then mount your horses, and take the road to Tours do you know it?" "We will inquire." "Go by Charenton." "Yes, sire."
He understood at once that he had seen the king arrive, and had gone to him. He rose quickly, traversed the gallery, and arrived at the king's room just as St. Maline was coming out. "Look!" cried he joyfully, "what the king has given me," and he showed a gold chain. "I congratulate you, monsieur," said Ernanton, quietly, and he entered in his turn. St.
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