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Diana drew from a drawer a bundle of papers. "Here are the title-deeds; let or sell this house; but if, in the course of a month, you do not find a purchaser, abandon it and return to Meridor." "But if I find some one, how much am I to ask?" "What you please, Grandchamp." "Shall I take the money to Meridor?" "Keep it for yourself, my good Grandchamp." "What, madame, such a sum?"
"May every enemy of our religion die thus," said he to Gorenflot. "Amen," replied the monk. These events passed about the same time that Bussy brought the Baron de Meridor back to his daughter. The month of April had arrived. The great cathedral of Chartres was hung with white, and the king was standing barefooted in the nave.
"How so?" "You did not intend to use violence to Mademoiselle de Meridor." "Certainly not." "Then the intention absolves you; it is a misfortune, nothing more." "And besides," said the duke, looking at him, "death has buried all in eternal silence." The tone of his voice and his look struck Monsoreau. "Monseigneur," said he, after a moment's pause, "shall I speak frankly to you?"
"It was my father, monsieur, and if ever you enter the great hall of the Chateau de Meridor you will see, given in memory of this devotion, the portrait of Francis I., painted by Leonardo da Vinci." "Ah!" said Bussy, "in those times kings knew how to recompense their followers." "On his return from Spain my father married. His two first children, sons, died.
Luc gave him his hand; then, leaving his wife to Monsoreau, took Diana, and after a walk they returned, warned by the bell for dinner, which was early at Meridor, as the baron preserved the old customs. The conversation was general, and turned naturally on the Duc d'Anjou, and the movement his arrival had caused. Diana sat far from her husband, between St. Luc and the baron.
"Yes, my son, go and walk in the way of the Lord." Gorenflot saddled Panurge, mounted him with the aid of two vigorous monks, and left the convent about seven in the evening. It was the same day on which St. Luc arrived at Paris from Meridor. Gorenflot, having passed through the Rue St.
In the fear of this man whom I do not know, but whom M. de Monsoreau does perhaps he exacts that I should leave Paris, so that," said Diana, holding out her hand to Bussy, "you may look upon this as our last meeting, M. le Comte. To-morrow we start for Meridor." "You are going, madame?" "There is no other way to reassure M. de Monsoreau; no other way for me to be at peace.
There is then a chance that M. d'Anjou may take a wrong road, and go after your servant instead of you. Although specious, this reply did not satisfy me, but what could I do? Besides, the path which the count was following was the one which led to the Chateau de Meridor.
If, when you have read it, you wish to return to Meridor, you are free; but if you have any respect for your father's wishes you will not. 'Then, monsieur, I replied, 'let us reach quickly our stopping-place, for I wish to know if you speak the truth. 'Remember, you follow me freely. 'Yes, as freely as a young girl can who sees herself placed between her father's death and her own dishonor on the one hand, and on the other the obligation to trust herself to the word of a man whom she hardly knows. 'Never mind, I follow you freely, monsieur, as you shall see if you will give me my horse again. The count called to one of his men to dismount and give me his horse.
I have married Diana de Meridor; she is mine, and no one shall have her while I live not even a prince; I swear it by my name and on this poniard!" and he touched with his poniard the breast of the prince, who started back. "Monsieur, you menace me!" cried Francois, pale with rage. "No, monseigneur; once more, I say, I only warn you." "Of what?" "That no one shall make love to my wife."
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