Part 4 (1/2)
”All of which means, monsieur, that you are very ood cheer, irl threw open a door, which iht the landing of the staircase, at the top of which Raoul appeared, holding fast by the balustrade
The girl continued to walk on--he followed her; she entered a chamber--he did the same
As soon as he was fairly in the net he heard a loud cry, and, turning round, saw at two paces from him, with her hands clasped and her eyes closed, 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 the expression of her countenance, the he sank on his knees in the , on his part, the nahed, ”it is very wicked to deceive me so”
”Who, I? I have deceived you?”
”Yes; you told ht up ed to do so--how else could he have received the letter you wrote hier to the letter which was still upon the table
Raoul h she had sprung forith a sufficiently remarkable physical hesitation, reached out her hand to stop hi hand, took it within his own, and carried it so respectfully to his lips, that he h upon it rather than a kiss
In the meantime, Mademoiselle de Montalais had taken the letter, folded it carefully, as women do, in three folds, and slipped it into her bosom
”Don't be afraid, Louise,” said she; ”monsieur will noLouis XIII ventured to take billets froe of Made the sirls; and he did not remark that the hand of Louise remained in his
”There!” said Montalais, ”you have pardoned ht monsieur to you; and you,followedmade, let us chat like old friends Present elonne”
”Monsieur le Vicoenuous smile, ”I have the honor to present to you Madehness MADAME, and moreover my friend--my excellent friend”
Raoul bowed ceremoniously
”And me, Louise,” said he--”will you not present me also to mademoiselle?”
”Oh, she knows you--she knows all!”
This unguarded expression h with happiness, for he interpreted it thus: ”She knows all our love”
”The cere over, Monsieur le Vicomte,” said Montalais, ”take a chair, and tell us quickly the news you bring flying thus”
”Made, on his way to Poitiers, will stop at Blois, to visit his royal highness”
”The king here!” exclai to see the court? Only think, Louise--the real court froood heavens! But ill this happen, , mademoiselle; at latest, to-h of vexation
”No tile dress! We are as far behind the fashi+ons as the Poles We shall look like portraits from the ti us!”