ount," replied Raoul, "I will repeat to you.
Listen to me. I said, 'You are regarding with wistful feelings, and most
injurious desire, the sister of your prince,--her to whom you are
not affianced, who is not, who can never be anything to you; you are
outraging those who, like ourselves, have come to seek a young lady to
escort her to her husband.'"

"You spoke to him in that manner?" asked Guiche coloring.

"In those very terms; I even added more. 'How would you regard us,'
I said, 'if you were to perceive among us a man mad enough, disloyal
enough, to entertain other than sentiments of the most perfect respect
for a princess who is the destined wife of our master?'"

These words were so applicable to De Guiche that he turned pale, and,
overcome by a sudden agitation, was barely able to stretch out one hand
mechanically towards Raoul, as he covered his eyes and face with the
other.

"But," continued Raoul, not interrupted by this movement of his friend,
"Heaven be praised, the French who are pronounced to be thoughtless and
indiscreet, reckless, even, are capable of bringing a calm and sound
judgment to bear on matters of such high importance. I added even
more, for I said, 'Learn, my lord, that we gentlemen of France devote
ourselves to our sovereigns by sacrificing for them our affections, as
well as our fortunes and our lives; and whenever it may chance to happen
that the tempter suggests one of those vile thoughts that set the heart
on fire, we extinguish the flame, even if it has to be done by shedding
our blood for the purpose. Thus it is that the honor of three is saved:
our country's, our master's, and our own. It is thus that we act, your
Grace; it is thus that every man of honor ought to act. In this manner,
my dear Guiche," continued Raoul, "I addressed the Duke of Buckingham;
and he admitted I was right, and resigned himself unresistingly to my
arguments."

De Guiche, who had hitherto sat leaning forward while Raoul was
speaking, drew himself up, his eyes glancing proudly; he seized Raoul's
hand, his face, which had been as cold as ice, seemed on fire. "And you
spoke magnificently," he said, in a half-choked voice; "you are indeed a
friend, Raoul. But now, I entreat you, leave me to myself."

"Do you wish it?"

"Yes; I need repose. Many things have agitated me to-day, both in mind
and body; when you return tomorrow I shall no longer be the same man."

"I leave you, then," said Raoul, as he withdre