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The Vicomte De Bragelonne 10 at Prostate Health
her then. We shall have war with Spain.M. Mazarin will spend a few of the millions he has put away;our gentlemen will perform prodigies of valor in theirencounters with the proud Castilians, and many of them willreturn crowned with laurels, to be recrowned by us withmyrtles. Now, that is my view of politics.""Montalais, you are wild!" said Louise, "and everyexaggeration attracts you as light does a moth.""Louise, you are so extremely reasonable, that you willnever know how to love.""Oh!" said Louise, in a tone of tender reproach, "dont yousee, Montalais? The queen-mother desires to marry her son tothe Infanta; would you wish him to disobey his mother? Is itfor a royal heart like his to set such a bad example? Whenparents forbid love, love must be banished."And Louise sighed: Raoul cast down his eyes, with anexpression of constraint. Montalais, on her part, laughedaloud."Well, I have no parents!" said she."You are acquainted, without doubt, with the state of healthof M. le Comte de la Fere?" said Louise, after breathingthat sigh which had revealed so many griefs in its eloquentutterance."No, mademoiselle," replied Raoul, "I have not yet paid myrespects to my father; I was going to his house whenMademoiselle de Montalais so kindly stopped me. I hope thecomte is well. You have heard nothing to the contrary, haveyou?""No, M. Raoul -- nothing, thank God!"Here, for several instants, ensued a silence, during whichtwo spirits, which followed the same idea, communicatedperfectly, without even the assistance of a single glance."Oh, heavens!" exclaimed Montalais in a fright; "there issomebody coming up.""Who can it be?" said Louise, rising in great agitation."Mesdemoiselles, I inconvenience you very much. I have,without doubt, been very indiscreet," stammered Raoul, veryill at ease."It is a heavy step," said Louise."Ah! if it is only M. Malicorne," added Montalais, "do notdisturb yourselves."Louise and Raoul looked at each other to inquire who M.Malicorne could be."There is no occasion to mind him," continued Montalais; "heis not jealous.""But, mademoiselle ---" said Raoul."Yes, I understand. Well, he is as discreet as I am.""Good heavens!" cried Louise, who had applied her ear to thedoor, which had been left ajar, "it is my mothers step!""Madame de Saint-Remy! Where shall I hide myself?" exclaimedRaoul, catching at the dress of Montalais, who looked quitebewildered."Yes," said she; "yes, I know the clicking of those pattens!It is our excellent mother. M. le Vicomte, what a pity it isthe window looks upon a stone pavement, and that fifty pacesbelow it."Raoul glanced at the balcony in despair. Louise seized hisarm and held it tight."Oh, how silly I am!" said Montalais, "have I not therobe-of-ceremony closet? It looks as if it were made onpurpose."It was quite time to act; Madame de Saint-Remy was coming upat a quicker pace than usual. She gained the landing at themoment when Montalais, as in all scenes of surprises, shutthe 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 hadcommitted a great crime."Well, well!""Pray be seated, madame," said Montalais, offering her achair, which she placed so that the back was towards thecloset."Thank you, Mademoiselle Aure -- thank you. Come my child,be quick.""Where do you wish me to go, madame?""Why, home, to be sure; have you not to prepare yourtoilette?""What did you say?" cried Montalais, hastening to affectsurprise, so fearful was she that Louise would in some waycommit herself."You dont know the news, then?" said Madame de Saint-Remy."What news, madame, is it possible for two girls to learn upin this dove-cote?""What! have you seen nobody?""Madame, you talk in enigmas, and you torment us at a slowfire!" cried Montalais, who, terrified at seeing Louisebecome paler and paler, did not know to what saint to put upher vows.At length she caught an eloquent look of her companions,one of those looks which would convey intelligence to abrick wall. Louise directed her attention to a hat --Raouls unlucky hat, which was set out in all its featherysplendor upon the table.Montalais sprang towards it, and, seizing it with her lefthand, passed it behind her into the right, concealing it asshe was speaking."Well," said Madame de Saint-Remy, "a courier has arrived,announcing the approach of the king. There, mesdemoiselles;there is something to make you
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