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put on your best looks.""Quick, quick!" cried Montalais. "Follow Madame your mother,Louise; and leave me to get ready my dress of ceremony."Louise arose; her mother took her by the hand, and led herout on to the landing."Come along," said she; then adding in a low voice, "When Iforbid you to come to the apartment of Montalais, why do youdo so?""Madame, she is my friend. Besides, I had but just come.""Did you see nobody concealed while you were there?""Madame!""I saw a mans hat, I tell you -- the hat of that fellow,that good-for-nothing!""Madame!" repeated Louise."Of that do-nothing De Malicorne! A maid of honor to havesuch company -- fie! fie!" and their voices were lost in thedepths of the narrow staircase.Montalais had not missed a word of this conversation, whichecho conveyed to her as if through a tunnel. She shruggedher shoulders on seeing Raoul, who had listened likewise,issue from the closet."Poor Montalais!" said she, "the victim of friendship! PoorMalicorne, the victim of love!"She stopped on viewing the tragic-comic face of Raoul, whowas vexed at having, in one day, surprised so many secrets."Oh, mademoiselle!" said he; "how can we repay yourkindness?""Oh, we will balance accounts some day," said she. "For thepresent, begone, M. de Bragelonne, for Madame de Saint-Remyis not over indulgent; and any indiscretion on her partmight bring hither a domiciliary visit, which would bedisagreeable to all parties.""But Louise -- how shall I know ---- ""Begone! begone! King Louis XI. knew very well what he wasabout when he invented the post.""Alas!" sighed Raoul."And am I not here -- I, who am worth all the posts in thekingdom? Quick, I say, to horse! so that if Madame deSaint-Remy should return for the purpose of preaching me alesson on morality, she may not find you here.""She would tell my father, would she not?" murmured Raoul."And you would be scolded. Ah, vicomte, it is very plain youcome from court; you are as timid as the king. Peste! atBlois we contrive better than that to do without papasconsent. Ask Malicorne else!"And at these words the girl pushed Raoul out of the room bythe shoulders. He glided swiftly down to the porch, regainedhis horse, mounted, and set off as if he had had Monsieursguards at his heels.CHAPTER 4Father and Son.Raoul followed the well-known road, so dear to his memory,which led from Blois to the residence of the Comte de laFere.The reader will dispense with a second description of thathabitation: he, perhaps, has been with us there before, andknows it. Only, since our last journey thither, the wallshad taken a grayer tint, and the brickwork assumed a moreharmonious copper tone; the trees had grown, and many thatthen only stretched their slender branches along the tops ofthe hedges, now bushy, strong, and luxuriant, cast around,beneath boughs swollen with sap, great shadows of blossomsof fruit for the benefit of the traveler.Raoul perceived, from a distance, the two little turrets,the dove-cote in the elms, and the flights of pigeons, whichwheeled incessantly around that brick cone, seeminglywithout power to quit it, like the sweet memories whichhover round a spirit at peace.As he approached, he heard the noise of the pulleys whichgrated under the weight of the massy pails; he also fanciedhe heard the melancholy moaning of the water which fallsback again into the wells -- a sad, funereal, solemn sound,which strikes the ear of the child and the poet -- bothdreamers -- which the English call splash; Arabian poets,gasgachau; and which we Frenchmen, who would be poets, canonly translate by a paraphrase -- the noise of water fallinginto water.It was more than a year since Raoul had been to visit hisfather. He had passed the whole time in the household of M.le Prince. In fact, after all the commotions of the Fronde,of the early period of which we formerly attempted to give asketch, Louis de Conde had made a public, solemn, and frankreconciliation with the court. During all the time that therupture between the king and the prince had lasted, theprince, who had long entertained a great regard forBragelonne, had in vain offered him advantages of the mostdazzling kind for a young man. The Comte de la Fere, stillfaithful to his principles of loyalty and royalty, one daydeveloped before his son in
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