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"That we have met before, when I term you a complete stranger?" "Well... yes." "It is because I would not be in monsieur's debt!" "Pardon?" "I will repay sympathy with sympathy. I have already forgotten that I ever visited the Château de Montalais. So how should I remember I met monsieur there under the name of... but I forget." "The name of Duchemin?"
Louis lost no time in approaching the object of his visit; he sat down, and Montalais disappeared. "My dear sister," said the king, "you are aware that Mademoiselle de la Valliere fled from her own room this morning, and that she has retired to a cloister, overwhelmed by grief and despair." As he pronounced these words, the king's voice was singularly moved.
"Good!" cried she, furious, "he has assumed his respectful air and he will pout for a week." "A fortnight, mademoiselle," said Malicorne, bowing. Montalais lifted up her little doubled fist. "Monster!" said she; "oh! that I were a man!" "What would you do to me?" "I would strangle you." "Ah! very well, then," said Malicorne; "I believe I begin to desire something."
"Granted; but that is about to change, and we shall be ridiculous, even for Blois; for close to us will be seen the fashions from Paris, and they will perceive that we are in the fashion of Blois! It is enough to make one despair!" "Console yourself, mademoiselle." "Well, so let it be! After all, so much the worse for those who do not find me to their taste!" said Montalais, philosophically.
He replied that he had just come from the land of oranges. This set all the ladies laughing. Those were times in which everybody traveled, but in which, notwithstanding, a journey of a hundred leagues was a problem often solved by death. "From the land of oranges?" cried Mademoiselle de Tonnay-Charente. "From Spain?" "Eh! eh!" said the musketeer. "From Malta?" echoed Montalais. "Ma foi!
They have the imagination, the courage, the skill; and if they ever get wind of the fortune Madame de Montalais keeps locked up here..." "What of the Lone Wolf?" the Comtesse de Lorgnes added. "I have heard that one is once more in France." Duchemin blinked incredulously at the speaker. "But when did you hear that, madame la comtesse?" "Quite recently, monsieur."
"I did not say a royal court, madame," replied Montalais; "because Madame Henrietta of England, who is about to become the wife of S. A. R. Monsieur, is not a queen. I said almost royal, and I spoke correctly, since she will be sister-in-law to the king." A thunderbolt falling upon the castle of Blois would not have astonished Madame de Saint-Remy more than the last sentence of Montalais.
"Why should she not be a maid of honor, as well as myself?" inquired Montalais. "Pray accept my compliments, young ladies," said Raoul, who fancied he perceived they were not disposed to answer him in a direct manner. "Your remark was not made in a very complimentary manner, vicomte." "Mine?" "Certainly; I appeal to Louise."
And Mademoiselle de Tonnay-Charente pronounced these words in such a tone as to leave no doubt, in her companion's minds, upon the official character with which she was invested. "Madame's desire!" exclaimed Montalais and La Valliere together. "Her ultimatum," replied Mademoiselle de Tonnay-Charente, diplomatically. "But," murmured La Valliere, "does Madame know, then "
She had, however, time to warn the princess, who was walking towards Raoul. "M. de Bragelonne, Madame," and at these words the princess drew back, uttering a cry in her turn. "Your royal highness," said Montalais, with volubility, "is kind enough to think of this lottery, and " The princess began to lose countenance.
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