Part 5 (1/2)
”He adores her”
”Well, he will marry her then We shall have ith Spain M Mazarin will spend a few of the ies of valor in their encounters with the proud Castilians, and many of them will return croith laurels, to be recrowned by us with myrtles Now, that is my view of politics”
”Montalais, you are wild!” said Louise, ”and every exaggeration attracts you as light does a moth”
”Louise, you are so extremely reasonable, that you will never kno to 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 like his to set such a bad example? When parents forbid love, love hed: Raoul cast down his eyes, with an expression of constraint 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 le Coh which had revealed so riefs in its eloquent utterance
”No, mademoiselle,” replied Raoul, ”I have not let paidto his house when Mademoiselle de Montalais so kindly stoppedto the 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, cole glance
”Oh, heavens!” exclai 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 disturb yourselves”
Louise and Raoul looked at each other to inquire who M Malicorne could be
”There is no occasion to mind him,” continued Montalais; ”he is not jealous”
”But, mademoiselle--” said Raoul
”Yes, I understand Well, he is discreet as I am”
”Good heavens!” cried Louise, who had applied her ear to the door, which had been left ajar; ”it is my mother's step!”
”Madame de Saint-Re at the dress of Montalais, who looked quite bewildered
”Yes,” said she; ”yes, I know the clicking of those pattens! It is our excellent mother M le Vicomte, what a pity it is thelooks upon a stone pavelanced at the balcony in despair Louise seized his arht
”Oh, how silly I am!” said Montalais; ”have I not the robe-of-ceremony closet? It looks as if it were made on purpose”