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But it wasn't; not to wait a decent interval would be self-betraying, since Duchemin had no longer any immediate intention of moving on from Nant; finally, he rather hoped to get news at Millau that would strengthen a prayer to Eve de Montalais to be sensible and remove her jewels to a place of safe-keeping before it was too late. Millau, however, disappointed.
The cunning captain was quite right in his suspicions; for as soon as Montalais entered she exclaimed, "Oh, monsieur! monsieur! I beg your pardon, Monsieur d'Artagnan." "Oh! I forgive you, mademoiselle," said D'Artagnan; "I know that, at my age, those who are looking for me generally need me for something or another." "I was looking for M. de Bragelonne," replied Montalais.
"Yes, monsieur; from Mademoiselle de Montalais." "Thank you, monsieur; I recollect you now," said Raoul. "And what does Mademoiselle de Montalais require of me?" Malicorne drew four letters from his pocket, which he offered to Raoul. "My own letters, is it possible?" he said, turning pale; "my letters, and the seals unbroken?"
Also, Lanyard now had no more need to question the fate of the Montalais jewels, no more blank spaces remained to be filled in his hypothetical explanation of the intrigues which had enmeshed the Château de Montalais, its lady and his honour. Plans?
But, in order that Mademoiselle de Montalais, who had not a large patrimonial fortune, although an only daughter, should be suitably dowered, it was necessary that she should belong to some great princess, as prodigal as the dowager Madame was covetous.
And, taking Manicamp's arm, the comte led him rapidly away in the direction of the road Montalais knew so well, and indicated so badly. Montalais followed them with her eyes as long as she could perceive them.
"The king here!" exclaimed Montalais, clapping her hands. "What! are we going to see the court? Only think, Louise the real court from Paris! Oh, good heavens! But when will this happen, monsieur?" "Perhaps this evening, mademoiselle; at latest, tomorrow." Montalais lifted her shoulders in sign of vexation. "No time to get ready! No time to prepare a single dress!
It was not improbable that a most aristocratic origin might be hunted up by the heralds for this name of Malicorne; might it not come from some estate where a bull with mortal horns had caused some great misfortune, and baptized the soil with the blood it had spilt? Certes, this plan presented itself bristling with difficulties: but the greatest of all was Mademoiselle de Montalais herself.
Guarded in this manner by the companions who had shared her adventure, La Valliere, whether from regret at Raoul's departure, or still suffering from the emotion caused by recent events, which had begun to render her name familiar on the lips of the courtiers, La Valliere, we repeat, hid her eyes, red with weeping, behind her fan, and seemed to give the greatest attention to the remarks which Montalais and Athenais, alternately, whispered to her from time to time.
"Well! we will endeavor to obey you, mademoiselle." "And you will have her named?" "We will try." "No evasive answers, Louise de la Valliere shall be maid of honor to Madame Henrietta within a week." "How you talk!" "Within a week, or else " "Well! or else?" "You may take back your brevet, Monsieur Malicorne; I will not leave my friend." "Dear Montalais!" "That is right.
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