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"Daughter-in-law," continued Madame, "of M. de Saint-Remy, my maitre d'hotel, who presided over the confection of that excellent daube truffee which your majesty seemed so much to appreciate." No grace, no youth, no beauty, could stand out against such a presentation. The king smiled.
It was quite time to act; Madame de Saint-Remy was coming up at a quicker pace than usual. She gained the landing at the moment when Montalais, as in all scenes of surprises, shut the closet by leaning with her back against the door. "Ah!" cried Madame de Saint-Remy, "you are here, are you, Louise?" "Yes, madame," replied she, more pale than if she had committed a great crime. "Well, well!"
"Ha, ha! a royal court," said Madame de Saint-Remy, forcing a laugh; "a royal court! What do you think of that, my daughter?" And she turned towards Mademoiselle de la Valliere, whom she would by main force have dragged away from Montalais, and who instead of obeying the impulse of Madame de Saint-Remy, looked first at her mother and then at Montalais with her beautiful conciliatory eyes.
This little army had dispersed in two files when Raoul de Bragelonne, preceded by M. de Saint-Remy, entered the refectory. The short interval of solitude which this retreat had left him, permitted Monsieur the time to assume a diplomatic countenance. He did not turn round, but waited till the maitre d'hotel should bring the messenger face to face with him.
"What do you say? of Son Altesse Royale Madame Henrietta?" stammered out the old lady. "I say I am going to belong to her household, as maid of honor, that is what I say." "As maid of honor!" cried, at the same time, Madame de Saint-Remy with despair, and Mademoiselle de la Valliere with delight. "Yes, madame, as maid of honor."
Coligny did not hesitate, however he threw himself into the place on the 2d of August, during the night, with a small corps of seven hundred men and Saint-Remy, a skilful engineer, who had already distinguished himself in the defence of Metz; the admiral packed off the useless mouths, repaired the walls at the points principally threatened, and reanimated the failing courage of the inhabitants.
Louise blushed like a rose in June, but instead of replying, she ran and embraced her mother. "Madame," said she, "do you know that M. Malicorne is going to have me appointed maid of honor?" "M. Malicorne is a prince in disguise," replied the old lady, "he is all-powerful, seemingly." "Should you also like to be maid of honor?" asked Malicorne of Madame de Saint-Remy.
"At all events, I do not see why," replied Montalais, "it should be forbidden M. Malicorne to have intentions towards me, if his intentions are honorable." "Honorable intentions with such a face!" cried Madame de Saint-Remy. "I thank you in the name of my face, madame," said Malicorne.
"You bear me no ill-will, at least, Louise?" cried Montalais, pressing her hand. "And why should I, my dear Aure?" replied the girl in a voice soft as a flute. "Dame!" resumed Madame de Saint-Remy; "if she did bear you a little ill-will, poor girl, she could not be much blamed." "And why should she bear me ill-will, good gracious?"
"If that is the case, we will force the consigne, Monsieur le Vicomte. Come in. Besides, Monsieur is in an excellent humor to-day. And then you bring news, do you not?" "Great news, Monsieur de Saint-Remy. "And good, I presume?" "Excellent." "Come quickly, come quickly then!" cried the worthy man, putting his dress to rights as he went along.
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