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the attention ofmessieurs the guards, but you will not hear Madames bellwhen Madame rings."This admonition neither made the young girl called Montalaiscease to laugh and gesticulate. She only replied: "Louise,you do not speak as you think, my dear; you know thatmessieurs the guards, as you call them, have only justcommenced their sleep, and that a cannon would not wakenthem; you know that Madames bell can be heard at the bridgeof Blois, and that consequently I shall hear it when myservices are required by Madame. What annoys you, my child,is that I laugh while you are writing; and what you areafraid of is that Madame de Saint-Remy, your mother, shouldcome up here, as she does sometimes when we laugh too loud,that she should surprise us, and that she should see thatenormous sheet of paper upon which, in a quarter of an hour,you have only traced the words Monsieur Raoul. Now, you areright, my dear Louise, because after these words, `MonsieurRaoul, others may be put so significant and so incendiaryas to cause Madame de Saint-Remy to burst out into fire andflames! Hein! is not that true now? -- say."And Montalais redoubled her laughter and noisy provocations.The fair girl at length became quite angry; she tore thesheet of paper on which, in fact, the words "Monsieur Raoul"were written in good characters, and crushing the paper inher trembling hands, she threw it out of the window."There! there!" said Mademoiselle de Montalais; "there isour little lamb, our gentle dove, angry! Dont be afraid,Louise -- Madame de Saint-Remy will not come; and if sheshould, you know I have a quick ear. Besides, what can bemore permissible than to write to an old friend of twelveyears standing, particularly when the letter begins withthe words `Monsieur Raoul?""It is all very well -- I will not write to him at all,"said the young girl."Ah, ah! in good sooth, Montalais is properly punished,"cried the jeering brunette, still laughing. "Come, come! letus try another sheet of paper, and finish our dispatchoff-hand. Good! there is the bell ringing now. By my faith,so much the worse! Madame must wait, or else do without herfirst maid of honor this morning."A bell, in fact, did ring; it announced that Madame hadfinished her toilette, and waited for Monsieur to give herhis hand, and conduct her from the salon to the refectory.This formality being accomplished with great ceremony, thehusband and wife breakfasted, and then separated till thehour of dinner, invariably fixed at two oclock.The sound of this bell caused a door to be opened in theoffices on the left hand of the court, from which filed twomaitres dhotel followed by eight scullions bearing a kindof hand-barrow loaded with dishes under silver covers.One of the maitres dhotel, the first in rank, touched oneof the guards, who was snoring on his bench, slightly withhis wand; he even carried his kindness so far as to placethe halbert which stood against the wall in the hands of theman stupid with sleep, after which the soldier, withoutexplanation, escorted the viande of Monsieur to therefectory, preceded by a page and the two maitres dhotel.Wherever the viande passed, the soldiers ported arms.Mademoiselle de Montalais and her companion had watched fromtheir window the details of this ceremony, to which, by thebye, they must have been pretty well accustomed. But theydid not look so much from curiosity as to be assured theyshould not be disturbed. So guards, scullions, maitresdhotel, and pages having passed, they resumed their placesat the table; and the sun, which, through the window-frame,had for an instant fallen upon those two charmingcountenances, now only shed its light upon the gilliflowers,primroses, and rosetree."Bah!" said Mademoiselle de Montalais, taking her placeagain; "Madame will breakfast very well without me!""Oh! Montalais, you will be punished!" replied the othergirl, sitting down quietly in hers."Punished, indeed! -- that is to say, deprived of a ride!That is just the way in which I wish to be punished. To goout in the grand coach, perched upon a doorstep; to turn tothe left, twist round to the right, over roads full of ruts,where we cannot exceed a league in two hours; and then tocome back straight towards the wing of the castle in whichis the window of Mary de Medici, so that Madame
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