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I am not worth a journey to Anjou while there are so many beautiful women at the court of France, whose smiles are worth a hundred confessions from the provincial, buried at Meridor. Do you understand now? Am I forgotten, despised "
"The castle of Meridor was surrounded by vast forests, belonging to the Duc d'Anjou; they were filled with deer and stags, whom no one thought of tormenting, and who had grown quite familiar to me; some of them would even come when I called them, and one, a doe, my favorite Daphne, my poor Daphne, would come and eat out of my hand.
"Grandchamp! you! oh! mon Dieu! my presentiments were right; my father is dead?" "Indeed, madame, Meridor has no longer a master." Pale, but motionless and firmly, the lady listened; Remy went to her and took her hand softly. "How did he die; tell me, my friend?" said she. "Madame, M. le Baron, who could no longer leave his armchair, was struck a week ago by an attack of apoplexy.
Bussy had been debating within himself whether or not to confide to his friends what he knew about Diana. But there was much that he could tell to no one, and he feared their questions, and besides, he wished to enter Meridor as a stranger. Madame de St.
"I will go to him." "To Meridor?" "Why not?" "Oh, why not, certainly," cried Bussy, with flashing eyes, "a prince may do anything." "Then you think he is still angry with me?" "How should I know?" "You have not seen him?" "No." "As one of the great men of the province, I thought " "I was not sufficiently fortunate in the former promises I made him to be in a hurry to present myself to him."
Bussy studied earnestly during the journey to find his way to the heart of the old man by his care and attentions, and without doubt he succeeded, for on the sixth morning, as they arrived at Paris, M. de Meridor said: "It is singular, count, but I feel less unquiet at the end than at the beginning of my journey." "Two hours more, M. le Baron, and you shall have judged me as I deserve."
Three doors were open; we entered the middle one, and found ourselves in the room where we now stand. On opening the door of my bedroom, to my great astonishment I found my own portrait there. It was one which had hung at Meridor, and the count had doubtless begged it of my father. I trembled at this new proof that my father regarded me already as his wife.
"Give her up! she is my wife before God " "If she is your wife before God, you shall give her up before men. I know all, and I will break this marriage, I tell you. To-morrow, Mademoiselle de Meridor shall be restored to her father; you shall set off into the exile I impose on you; you shall have sold your place; these are my conditions, and take care, or I will break you as I break this glass."
Often you have told me of the plots against me, have aided my enterprises forgetting your own interests, and exposing your life." "Your highness " "Even lately, in this last unlucky adventure " "What adventure, monseigneur?" "This carrying off of Mademoiselle de Meridor poor young creature!" "Alas!" murmured Monsoreau. "You pity her, do you not?" said the duke. "Does not your highness?"
"He made the father believe you the ravisher, and offered himself to rescue the lady, presented himself at the chateau of Beauge with a letter from the Baron de Meridor, brought a boat to the windows, and carried away the prisoner; then shut her up in the house you know of, and by constantly working upon her fears, forced her to become his wife." "Is it not infamous?"
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