said the chevalier, with a sigh; "I regret De
Guiche is not here."
"Oh! De Guiche will not remain long in the sulks; he is a very
good-natured fellow."
"Monseigneur," said the chevalier, suddenly, "an excellent idea has
struck me, in our conversation just now. I may have exasperated your
highness, and caused you some dissatisfaction. It is but fitting that I
should be the mediator. I will go and look for the count, and bring him
back with me."
"Ah! chevalier, you are really a very good-natured fellow."
"You say that as if you were surprised."
"Well, you are not so tender-hearted every day."
"That may be; but confess that I know how to repair a wrong I may have
done."
"I confess that."
"Will your highness do me the favor to wait here a few minutes?"
"Willingly; be off, and I will try on my Fontainebleau costume."
The chevalier left the room, called his different attendant with the
greatest care, as if he were giving them different orders. All went
off in various directions; but he retained his _valet de chambre_.
"Ascertain, and immediately, too, of M. de Guiche is not in Madame's
apartments. How can one learn it?"
"Very easily, monsieur. I will ask Malicorne, who will find out from
Mlle. de Montalais. I may as well tell you, however, that the inquiry
will be useless; for all M. de Guiche's attendants are gone, and he must
have left with them."
"Ascertain, nevertheless."
Ten minutes had hardly passed, when the valet returned. He beckoned his
master mysteriously towards the servants' staircase, and showed him into
a small room with a window looking out upon the garden. "What is the
matter?" said the chevalier; "why so many precautions?"
"Look, monsieur," said the valet, "look yonder, under the walnut-tree."
"Ah?" said the chevalier. "I see Manicamp there. What is he waiting
for?"
"You will see in a moment, monsieur, if you wait patiently. There, do
you see now?"
"I see one, two, four musicians with their instruments, and behind them,
urging them on, De Guiche himself. What is he doing there, though?"
"He is waiting until the little door of the staircase, belonging to the
ladies of honor, is opened; by that staircase he will ascend to Madame's
apartments, where some new pieces of music are going to be performed
during dinner."
"This is admirable news you tell me."
"Is it not, monsieur?"
"Was it M. de Malicorne who told you this?"
"Yes, monsieur."
"He likes you, then?"
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