Raoul made one step towards the girl who thus called him.
"But my horse, madame?" said he.
"Oh! you are terribly embarrassed! Go yonder way--there is a shed in theouter court: fasten your horse, and return quickly!"
"I obey, madame."
Raoul was not four minutes in performing what he had been directed todo; he returned to the little door, where, in the gloom, he found hismysterious conductress waiting for him, on the first steps of a windingstaircase.
"Are you brave enough to follow me, monsieur knight errant?" asked thegirl, laughing at the momentary hesitation Raoul had manifested.
The latter replied by springing up the dark staircase after her. Theythus climbed up three stories, he behind her, touching with his hands,when he felt for the banister, a silk dress which rubbed againsteach side of the staircase. At every false step made by Raoul, hisconductress cried, "Hush!" and held out to him a soft and perfumed hand.
"One would mount thus to the belfry of the castle without beingconscious of fatigue," said Raoul.
"All of which means, monsieur, that you are very much perplexed, verytired, and very uneasy. But be of good cheer, monsieur; here we are, atour destination."
The girl threw open a door, which immediately, without any transition,filled with a flood of light the landing of the staircase, at the top ofwhich Raoul appeared, holding fast by the balustrade.
The girl continued to walk on--he followed her; she entered achamber--he did the same.
As soon as he was fairly in the net he heard a loud cry, and, turninground, saw at two paces from him, with her hands clasped and her eyesclosed, that beautiful fair girl with blue eyes and white shoulders,who, recognizing him, called him Raoul.
He saw her, and divined at once so much love and so much joy in theexpression of her countenance, that he sank on his knees in the middleof the chamber, murmuring, on his part, the name of Louise.
"Ah! Montalais--Montalais!" she sighed, "it is very wicked to deceive meso."
"Who, I? I have deceived you?"
"Yes; you told me you would go down to inquire the news, and you havebrought up monsieur!"
"Well, I was obliged to do so--how else could he have received theletter you wrote him?" And she pointed with her finger to the letterwhich was still upon the table.
Raoul made a step to take it; Louise, more rapid, although she hadsprung forward with a sufficiently remarkable physical hesitation,reached out her hand to stop him. Raoul came in contact with thattrembling hand, took it within his own, and carried it so respectfullyto his lips, that he might be said to have deposited a sigh upon itrather than a kiss.
In the meantime Mademoiselle de Montalais had taken the letter, foldedit carefully, as women do, in three folds, and slipped it into herbosom.
"Don't be afraid, Louise," said she; "monsieur will no more venture totake it hence than the defunct king Louis XIII. ventured to take billetsfrom the corsage of Mademoiselle de Hautefort."
Raoul blushed at seeing the smile of the two girls; and he did notremark that the hand of Louise remained in his.
"There," said Montalais, "you have pardoned me, Louise, for havingbrought monsieur to you; and you, monsieur, bear me no malice for havingfollowed me to see mademoiselle. Now, then, peace being made, let uschat like old friends. Present me, Louise, to M. de Bragelonne."
"Monsieur le Vicomte," said Louise, with her quiet grace and ingenuoussmile, "I have the honour to present to you Mademoiselle Aure deMontalais, maid of honor to her royal highness Madame, and moreover myfriend--my excellent friend."
Raoul bowed ceremoniously.
"And me, Louise," said he--"will you not present me also tomademoiselle?"
"Oh, she knows you--she knows all!"
This unguarded expression made Montalais laugh and Raoul sigh withhappiness, for he interpreted it thus: "She knows all our love."
"The ceremonies being over, Monsieur le Vicomte," said Montalais, "takea chair, and tell us quickly the news you bring flying thus."
"Mademoiselle, it is no longer a secret; the king, on his way toPoitiers, will stop at Blois, to visit his royal highness."
"The king here!" exclaimed Montalais, clapping her hands. "What! are wegoing 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! We are as farbehind the fashions as the Poles. We shall look like portraits of thetime of Henry IV. Ah, monsieur! this is sad news you bring us!"
"But, mesdemoiselles, you will be still beautiful!"
"That's no news! Yes, we shall be always beautiful because nature hasmade us passable; but we shall be ridiculous, because the fashion willhave forgotten us. Alas! ridiculous! I shall be thought ridiculous--I!
"And by whom?" said Louise, innocently.
"By whom? You are a strange girl, my dear. Is that a question to putto me? I mean everybody; I mean the courtiers, the nobles; I mean theking."
"Pardon me, my good friend, but as here every one is accustomed to seeus as we are----"
"Granted; but that is about to change, and we shall be ridiculous, evenfor Blois; for close to us will be seen the fashions from Paris, andthey will perceive that we are in the fashion of Blois! It is enough tomake one despair!"
"Console yourself, mademoiselle."
"Well, so let it be! After all, so much the worse for those who do notfind me to their taste!" said Montalais philosophically.
"They would be very difficult to please," replied Raoul, faithful to hisregular system of gallantry.
"Thank you, Monsieur le Vicomte. We were saying, then, that the king iscoming to Blois?"
"With all the court."
"Mesdemoiselles de Mancini, will they be with them?"
"No, certainly not."
"But as the king, it is said, cannot do without Mademoiselle Mary?"
"Mademoiselle, the king must do without her. M. le Cardinal will have itso. He has exiled his nieces to Brouage."
"He!--the hypocrite!"
"Hush!" said Louise, pressing a finger on her friend's rosy lips.
"Bah! nobody can hear me. I say that old Mazarino Mazarini is ahypocrite, who burns impatiently to make his niece Queen of France."
"That cannot be, mademoiselle, since M. le Cardinal, on the contrary,has brought about the marriage of his majesty with the Infanta MariaTheresa."
Montalais looked Raoul full in the face, and said, "And do you Parisiansbelieve in these tales? Well! we are a little more knowing than you, atBlois."
"Mademoiselle, if the king goes beyond Poitiers and sets out for Spain,if the articles of the marriage contract are agreed upon by Don Luis deHaro and his eminence, you must plainly perceive that it is not child'splay."
"All very fine! but the king is king, I suppose?"
"No doubt, mademoiselle; but the cardinal is the cardinal."
"The king is not a man, then! And he does not love Mary Mancini?"
"He adores her."
"Well, he will marry her then. We shall have war with Spain. M. Mazarinwill spend a few of the millions he has put away; our gentlemenwill perform prodigies of valor in their encounters with the proudCastilians, and many of them will return crowned with laurels, to berecrowned by us with myrtles. Now, that is my view of politics."
"Montalais, you are wild!" said Louise, "and every exaggeration attractsyou as light does a moth."
"Louise, you are so extremely reasonable, that you will never know howto love."
"Oh!" said Louise, in a tone of tender reproach, "don't you see,Montalais? The queen-mother desires to marry her son to the Infanta;would you wish him to disobey his mother? Is it for a royal heart likehis to set such a bad example? When parents forbid love, love must bebanished."
And Louise sighed: Raoul cast down his eyes, with an expression
ofconstraint. Montalais, on her part, laughed aloud.
"Well, I have no parents!" said she.
"You are acquainted, without doubt, with the state of health of M. leComte de la Fere?" said Louise, after breathing that sigh which hadrevealed so many griefs in its eloquent utterance.
"No, mademoiselle," replied Raoul, "I have not yet paid my respects tomy father; I was going to his house when Mademoiselle de Montalais sokindly stopped me. I hope the comte is well. You have heard nothing tothe contrary, have you?"
"No, M. Raoul--nothing, thank God!"
Here, for several instants, ensued a silence, during which two spirits,which followed the same idea, communicated perfectly, without even theassistance of a single glance.
"Oh, heavens!" exclaimed Montalais in a fright; "there is somebodycoming 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, very ill at ease.
"It is a heavy step," said Louise.
"Ah! if it is only M. Malicorne," added Montalais, "do not disturbyourselves."
Louise and Raoul looked at each other to inquire who M. Malicorne couldbe.
"There is no occasion to mind him," continued Montalais; "he is notjealous."
"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 the door, whichhad been left ajar, "it is my mother's step!"
"Madame de Saint-Remy! Where shall I hide myself?" exclaimed Raoul,catching at the dress of Montalais, who looked quite bewildered.
"Yes," said she; "yes, I know the clicking of those pattens! It is ourexcellent mother. M. le Vicomte, what a pity it is the window looks upona stone pavement, and that fifty paces below it."
Raoul glanced at the balcony in despair. Louise seized his arm and heldit tight.
"Oh, how silly I am!" said Montalais, "have I not the robe-of-ceremonycloset? It looks as if it were made on purpose."
It was quite time to act; Madame de Saint-Remy was coming up at aquicker pace than usual. She gained the landing at the moment whenMontalais, as in all scenes of surprises, shut the closet by leaningwith 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 greatcrime.
"Well, well!"
"Pray be seated, madame," said Montalais, offering her a chair, whichshe placed so that the back was towards the closet.
"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 your toilette?"
"What did you say?" cried Montalais, hastening to affect surprise, sofearful was she that Louise would in some way commit herself.
"You don't know the news, then?" said Madame de Saint-Remy.
"What news, madame, is it possible for two girls to learn up in thisdove-cote?"
"What! have you seen nobody?"
"Madame, you talk in enigmas, and you torment us at a slow fire!" criedMontalais, who, terrified at seeing Louise become paler and paler, didnot know to what saint to put up her vows.
At length she caught an eloquent look of her companion's, one of thoselooks which would convey intelligence to a brick wall. Louise directedher attention to a hat--Raoul's unlucky hat, which was set out in allits feathery splendor upon the table.
Montalais sprang towards it, and, seizing it with her left hand, passedit behind her into the right, concealing it as she was speaking.
"Well," said Madame de Saint-Remy, "a courier has arrived, announcingthe approach of the king. There, mesdemoiselles; there is something tomake you put on your best looks."
"Quick, quick!" cried Montalais. "Follow Madame your mother, Louise; andleave me to get ready my dress of ceremony."
Louise arose; her mother took her by the hand, and led her out on to thelanding.
"Come along," said she; then adding in a low voice, "When I forbid youto come to the apartment of Montalais, why do you do 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 man's hat, I tell you--the hat of that fellow, thatgood-for-nothing!"
"Madame!" repeated Louise.
"Of that do-nothing De Malicorne! A maid of honor to have suchcompany--fie! fie!" and their voices were lost in the depths of thenarrow staircase.
Montalais had not missed a word of this conversation, which echoconveyed to her as if through a tunnel. She shrugged her shoulders onseeing Raoul, who had listened likewise, issue from the closet.
"Poor Montalais!" said she, "the victim of friendship! Poor Malicorne,the victim of love!"
She stopped on viewing the tragic-comic face of Raoul, who was vexed athaving, in one day, surprised so many secrets.
"Oh, mademoiselle!" said he; "how can we repay your kindness?"
"Oh, we will balance accounts some day," said she. "For the present,begone, M. de Bragelonne, for Madame de Saint-Remy is not overindulgent; and any indiscretion on her part might bring hither adomiciliary visit, which would be disagreeable to all parties."
"But Louise--how shall I know----"
"Begone! begone! King Louis XI. knew very well what he was about when heinvented the post."
"Alas!" sighed Raoul.
"And am I not here--I, who am worth all the posts in the kingdom? Quick,I say, to horse! so that if Madame de Saint-Remy should return forthe purpose of preaching me a lesson on morality, she may not find youhere."
"She would tell my father, would she not?" murmured Raoul.
"And you would be scolded. Ah, vicomte, it is very plain you come fromcourt; you are as timid as the king. Peste! at Blois we contrive betterthan that to do without papa's consent. Ask Malicorne else!"
And at these words the girl pushed Raoul out of the room by theshoulders. He glided swiftly down to the porch, regained his horse,mounted, and set off as if he had had Monsieur's guards at his heels.
CHAPTER 4. Father and Son.