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"I think nothing impossible when obliging a friend."

"You are quite heroic."

"Where are the twenty pistoles?"

"Here they are," said Malicorne, showing them.

"That's well."

"Yes, but my dear M. Manicamp, you would consume them in
post-horses alone!"

"No, no, make yourself easy on that score."

"Pardon me. Why, it is fifteen leagues from this place to
Etampes?"

"Fourteen."

"Well! fourteen be it; fourteen leagues makes seven posts;
at twenty sous the post, seven livres; seven livres the
courier, fourteen; as many for coming back, twenty-eight! as
much for bed and supper, that makes sixty livres this
complaisance would cost."

Manicamp stretched himself like a serpent in his bed, and
fixing his two great eyes upon Malicorne, "You are right,"
said he; "I could not return before to-morrow;" and he took
the twenty pistoles.

"Now, then, be off!"

"Well, as I cannot be back before to-morrow. we have time."

"Time for what?"

"Time to play."

"What do you wish to play with?

"Your twenty pistoles, pardieu!"

"No; you always win."

"I will wager them, then."

"Against what?"

"Against twenty others."

"And what shall be the object of the wager?"

"This. We have said it was fourteen leagues to Etampes?"

"Yes."

"And fourteen leagues back?

"Doubtless."

"Well; for these twenty-eight leagues you cannot allow less
than fourteen hours?"

"That is agreed."

"One hour to find the Comte de Guiche.

"Go on."

"And an hour to persuade him to write a letter to Monsieur."

"Just so."

"Sixteen hours in all?"

"You reckon as well as M. Colbert."

"It is now twelve o'clock."

"Half-past."

"Hein! -- you have a handsome watch!"

"What were you saying?" said Malicorne, putting his watch
quickly back into his fob.

"Ah! true; I was offering to lay you twenty pistoles against
these you have lent me, that you will have the Comte de
Guiche's letter in ---- "

"How soon?"

"In eight hours."

"Have you a winged horse, then?"

"That is no matter. Will you bet?"

"I shall have the comte's letter in eight hours?"

"Yes."

"In hand?"

"In hand."

"Well, be it so; I lay," said Malicorne, curious to know how
this seller of clothes would get through.

"Is it agreed?"

"It is."

"Pass me the pen, ink, and paper.

"Here they are."

"Thank you."

Manicamp raised himself with a sigh, and leaning on his left
elbow, in his best hand, traced the following lines: --

"Good for an order for a place of maid of honor to Madame,
which M. le Comte de Guiche will take upon him to obtain at
sight.

"De Manicamp."

This painful task accomplished, he laid himself down in bed
again.

"Well!" asked Malicorne, "what does this mean?"

"That means that if you are in a hurry to have the letter
from the Comte de Guiche for Monsieur, I have won my wager."

"How the devil is that?"

"That is transparent enough, I think; you take that paper."

"Well?"

"And you set out instead of me."

"Ah!"

"You put your horses to their best speed."

"Good!"

"In six hours you will be at Etampes; in seven hours you
have the letter from the comte, and I shall have won my
wager without stirring from my bed, which suits me and you
too, at the same time, I am very sure."

"Decidedly, Manicamp, you are a great man."

"Hein! I know that."

"I am to start then for Etampes?"

"Directly."

"I am to go to the Comte de Guiche with this order?"

"He will give you a similar one for Monsieur."

"Monsieur will approve?"

"Instantly."

"And I shall have my brevet?"

"You will."

"Ah!"

"Well, I hope I behave genteely?"

"Adorably."

"Thank you."

"You do as you please, then, with the Comte de Guiche,
Malicorne?"

"Except making money of him -- everything?"

"Diable! the exception is annoying; but then, if instead of
asking him for money, you were to ask ---- "

"What?"

"Something important."

"What do you call important?"

"Well! suppose one of your friends asked you to render him a
service?"

"I would not render it to him."

"Selfish fellow!"

"Or at least I would ask him what service he would render me
in exchange."

"Ah! that, perhaps, is fair. Well, that friend speaks to
you."

"What, you, Malicorne?"

"Yes; I."

"Ah! ah! you are rich, then?"

"I have still fifty pistoles left."

"Exactly the sum I want. Where are those fifty pistoles?"

"Here," said Malicorne, slapping his pocket.

"Then speak, my friend; what do you want?"

Malicorne took up the pen, ink, and paper again, and
presented them all to Manicamp. "Write!" said he.

"Dictate!"

"An order for a place in the household of Monsieur."

"Oh!" said Manicamp, laying down the pen, "a place in the
household of Monsieur for fifty pistoles?"

"You mistook me, my friend; you did not hear plainly."

"What did you say, then?"

"I said five hundred."

"And the five hundred?"

"Here they are."

Manicamp devoured the rouleau with his eyes; but this time
Malicorne held it at a distance.

"Eh! what do you say to that? Five hundred pistoles."

"I say it is for nothing, my friend," said Manicamp, taking
up the pen again, "and you exhaust my credit. Dictate."

Malicorne continued:

"Which my friend the Comte de Guiche will obtain for my
friend Malicorne."

"That's it," said Manicamp.

"Pardon me, you have forgotten to sign."

"Ah! that is true. The five hundred pistoles?"

"Here are two hundred and fifty of them."

"And the other two hundred and fifty?"

"When I am in possession of my place."

Manicamp made a face.

"In that case give me the recommendation back again."

"What to do?"

"To add two words to it."

"Two words?"

"Yes, two words only."

"What are they?"

"In haste."

Malicorne returned the recommendation; Manicamp added the
words.

"Good," said Malicorne, taking back the paper.

Manicamp began to count out the pistoles.

"There want twenty," said he.

"How so?"

"The twenty I have won."

"In what way?"

"By laying that you would have the letter from the Comte de
Guiche in eight hours."

"Ah! that's fair," and he gave him the twenty pistoles.

Manicamp began to scoop up his gold by handfuls, and pour it
in cascades upon his bed.

"This second place," murmured Malicorne, whilst drying his
paper, "which, at the first glance appears to cost me more
than the first, but ---- " He stopped, took up the pen in
his turn, and wrote to Montalais: --

"Mademoiselle, -- Announce to your friend that her
commission will not be long before it arrives; I am setting
out to get it signed: that will be twenty-eight leagues I
shall have gone for the love of you."

Then with his sardonic smile, taking up the interrupted
sentence: -- "This place," said he, "at the first glance,
appears to cost more than the first; but -- the benefit will
be, I hope, in proportion with the expense, and Mademoiselle
de la Valliere will bring me back more than Mademoiselle de
Montalais, or else, -- or else my name is not Malicorne.
Farewell, Manicamp," and he left the room.

CHAPTER 81

The Courtyard of the Hotel Grammont

On Malicorne's arrival at Orleans, he was informed that the
Comte de Guiche had just set out for Paris. Malicorne rested
himself for a couple of hours, and then prepared to continue
his journey. He reached Paris during the night, and alighted
at a small hotel, where, in his previous journeys to the
capital, he had been accustomed to put up, and at eight
o'clock the next morning presented himself at the Hotel
Grammont. Malicorne arrived just in time, for the Comte de
Guiche was on the point of taking leave of Monsieur before
setting out for Havre, where the principal members of the
French nobility had gone to await Madame's arrival from
England. Malicorne pronounced the name of Manicamp and was
immediately admitted. He found the Comte de Guiche in the
courtyard of the Hotel Grammont, inspecting his horses,
which his trainers and equerries were passing in review
before him. The count, in the presence of his tradespeople
and of his servants, was engaged in praising or blaming, as
the case seemed to deserve, the appointments, horses, and
harness that were being submitted to him; when, in the midst
of this important occupation, the name of Manicamp was
announced.

"Manicamp!" he exclaimed, "let him enter by all means." And
he advanced a few steps toward the door.

Malicorne slipped through the half-open door, and looking at
the Comte de Guiche, who was surprised to see a face he did
not recognize, instead of the one he expected, said:
"Forgive me, monsieur le comte, but I believe a mistake has
been made. M. Manicamp himself was announced to you, instead
of which it is only an envoy from him."

"Ah!" exclaimed De Guiche, coldly, "and what do you bring
me?"

"A letter, monsieur le comte." Malicorne handed him the
first document, and narrowly watched the count's face, who,
as he read it began to laugh.

"What!" he exclaimed, "another maid of honor? Are all the
maids of honor in France, then, under his protection?"

Malicorne bowed. "Why does he not come himself?" he
inquired.

"He is confined to his bed."

"The deuce! he has no money then, I suppose," said De
Guiche, shrugging his shoulders. "What does he do with his
money?"

Malicorne made a movement, to indicate that upon this
subject he was as ignorant as the count himself. "Why does
he not make use of his credit, then?" continued De Guiche.

"With regard to that, I think ---- "

"What?"

"That Manicamp has credit with no one but yourself, monsieur
le comte!"

"He will not be at Havre, then?" Whereupon Malicorne made
another movement.

"But every one will be there."

"I trust, monsieur le comte, that he will not neglect so
excellent an opportunity."

"He should be at Paris by this time."

"He will take the direct road perhaps to make up for lost
time."

"Where is he now?"

"At Orleans."

"Monsieur," said De Guiche, "you seem to me a man of very
good taste."

Malicorne was wearing some of Manicamp's old-new clothes. He
bowed in return, saying, "You do me a very great honor,
monsieur le comte."

"Whom have I the pleasure of addressing?"

"My name is Malicorne, monsieur."

"M. de Malicorne, what do you think of these
pistol-holsters?"

Malicorne was a man of great readiness, and immediately
understood the position of affairs. Besides, the "de" which
had been prefixed to his name, raised him to the rank of the
person with whom he was conversing. He looked at the
holsters with the air of a connoisseur and said, without
hesitation: "Somewhat heavy, monsieur."

"You see," said De Guiche to the saddler, "this gentleman,
who understands these matters well, thinks the holsters
heavy, a complaint I had already made." The saddler was full
of excuses.

"What do you think," asked De Guiche, "of this horse, which
I have just purchased?"

"To look at it, it seems perfect, monsieur le comte; but I
must mount it before I give you my opinion."

"Do so, M. de Malicorne, and ride him round the court two or
three times."

The courtyard of the hotel was so arranged, that whenever
there was any occasion for it, it could be used as a
riding-school. Malicorne, with perfect ease, arranged the
bridle and snaffle-reins, placed his left hand on the
horse's mane, and, with his foot in the stirrup, raised
himself and seated himself in the saddle. At first, he made
the horse walk the whole circuit of the court-yard at a
foot-pace; next at a trot; lastly at a gallop. He then drew
up close to the count, dismounted, and threw the bridle to a
groom standing by. "Well," said the count, "what do you
think of it, M. de Malicorne?"

"This horse, monsieur le comte, is of the Mecklenburg breed.
In looking whether the bit suited his mouth, I saw that he
was rising seven, the very age when the training of a horse
intended for a charger should commence. The forehand is
light. A horse which holds its head high, it is said, never
tires his rider's hand. The withers are rather low. The
drooping of the hindquarters would almost make me doubt the
purity of its German breed, and I think there is English
blood in him. He stands well on his legs, but he trots high,
and may cut himself, which requires attention to be paid to
his shoeing. He is tractable; and as I made him turn round
and change his feet, I found him quick and ready in doing
so."

"Well said, M. de Malicorne," exclaimed the comte; "you are
a judge of horses, I perceive;" then, turning towards him
again, he continued, "You are most becomingly dressed, M. de
Malicorne. That is not a provincial cut, I presume. Such a
style of dress is not to be met with at Tours or Orleans."

"No, monsieur le comte; my clothes were made at Paris."

"There is no doubt about that. But let us resume our own
affair. Manicamp wishes for the appointment of a second maid
of honor."

"You perceive what he has written, monsieur le comte."

"For whom was the first appointment?"

Malicorne felt the color rise in his face as he answered
hurriedly.

"A charming maid of honor, Mademoiselle de Montalais."

"Ah, ah! you are acquainted with her?"

"We are affianced, or nearly so."

"That is quite another thing, then; a thousand compliments,"
exclaimed De Guiche, upon whose lips a courtier's jest was
already fitting, but to whom the word "affianced," addressed
by Malicorne with respect to Mademoiselle de Montalais,
recalled the respect due to women.

"And for whom is the second appointment destined?" asked De
Guiche, "is it for anyone to whom Manicamp may happen to be
affianced? In that case I pity her, poor girl! for she will
have a sad fellow for a husband."

"No, monsieur le comte, the second appointment is for
Mademoiselle de la Baume le Blanc de la Valliere."

"Unknown," said De Guiche.

"Unknown? yes, monsieur," said Malicorne, smiling in his
turn.

"Very good. I will speak to Monsieur about it. By the by,
she is of gentle birth?"

"She belongs to a very good family and is maid of honor to
Madame."

"That's well. Will you accompany me to Monsieur?"

"Most certainly, if I may be permitted the honor."

"Have you your carriage?"

"No; I came here on horseback."

"Dressed as you are?"

"No, monsieur; I posted from Orleans, and I changed my
traveling suit for the one I have on, in order to present
myself to you."

"True, you already told me you had come from Orleans;"
saying which he crumpled Manicamp's letter in his hand, and
thrust it in his pocket.

"I beg your pardon," said Malicorne, timidly; "but I do not
think you have read all."

"Not read all, do you say?"

"No, there were two letters in the same envelope."

"Oh! are you sure?"

"Quite sure."

"Let us look, then," said the count, as he opened the letter
again.

"Ah! you are right," he said, opening the paper which he had
not yet read.

"I suspected it," he continued -- "another application for
an appointment under Monsieur. This Manicamp is a regular
vampire: -- he is carrying on a trade in it."

"No, monsieur le comte, he wishes to make a present of it."

"To whom?"

"To myself, monsieur."

"Why did you not say so at once, my dear M. Mauvaisecorne?"

"Malicorne, monsieur le comte."

"Forgive me; it is the Latin that bothers me -- that
terrible mine of etymologies. Why the deuce are young men of
family taught Latin? Mala and mauvaise -- you understand it
is the same thing. You will forgive me, I trust, M. de
Malicorne."

"Your kindness affects me much, monsieur: but it is a reason
why I should make you acquainted with one circumstance
without any delay."

"What is it?"

"That I was not born a gentleman. I am not without courage,
and not altogether deficient in ability; but my name is
Malicorne simply."

"You appear to me, monsieur!" exclaimed the count, looking
at the astute face of his companion, "to be a most agreeable
man. Your face pleases me, M. Malicorne, and you must
possess some indisputably excellent qualities to have
pleased that egotistical Manicamp. Be candid, and tell me
whether you are not some saint descended upon the earth."

"Why so?"

"For the simple reason that he makes you a present of
anything. Did you not say that he intended to make you a
present of some appointment in the king's house

"I beg your pardon, count; but, if I succeed in obtaining
the appointment, you, and not he, will have bestowed it on
me."

"Besides, he will not have given it to you for nothing, I
suppose. Stay, I have it; -- there is a Malicorne at
Orleans, who lends money to the prince."

"I think that must be my father, monsieur."

"Ah! the prince has the father, and that terrible dragon of
a Manicamp has the son. Take care, monsieur, I know him. He
will fleece you completely."

"The only difference is, that I lend without interest," said
Malicorne, smiling.

"I was correct in saying you were either a saint or very
much resembled one. M. Malicorne, you shall have the post
you want, or I will forfeit my name."

"Ah! monsieur le comte, what a debt of gratitude shall I not
owe you?" said Malicorne, transported.

"Let us go to the prince, my dear M. Malicorne." And De
Guiche proceeded toward the door, desiring Malicorne to
follow him. At the very moment they were about to cross the
threshold, a young man appeared on the other side. He was
from twenty-four to twenty-five years of age, of pale
complexion, bright eyes and brown hair and eyebrows.

"Good-day," he said, suddenly, almost pushing De Guiche back
into the courtyard again.

"Is that you, De Wardes? -- What! and booted, spurred, and
whip in hand, too?"

"The most befitting costume for a man about to set off for
Havre. There will be no one left in Paris tomorrow." And
hereupon he saluted Malicorne with great ceremony, whose
handsome dress gave him the appearance of a prince.

"M. Malicorne," said De Guiche to his friend. De Wardes
bowed.

"M. de Wardes," said Guiche to Malicorne, who bowed in
return. "By the by, De Wardes," continued De Guiche, "you
who are so well acquainted with these matters, can you tell
us, probably, what appointments are still vacant at the
court; or rather in the prince's household?"

"In the prince's household," said De Wardes, looking up with
an air of consideration, "let me see -- the appointment of
the master of the horse is vacant, I believe."

"Oh," said Malicorne, "there is no question of such a post
as that, monsieur; my ambition is not nearly so exalted."

De Wardes had a more penetrating observation than De Guiche,
and fathomed Malicorne immediately. "The fact is," he said,
looking at him from head to foot, "a man must be either a
duke or a peer to fill that post."

"All I solicit," said Malicorne, "is a very humble
appointment; I am of little importance, and I do not rank
myself above my position."

"M. Malicorne, whom you see here," said De Guiche to De
Wardes, "is a very excellent fellow, whose only misfortune
is that of not being of gentle birth. As far as I am
concerned, you know, I attach little value to those who have
but gentle birth to boast of."

"Assuredly," said De Wardes; "but will you allow me to
remark, my dear count, that, without rank of some sort, one
can hardly hope to belong to his royal highness's
household?"

"You are right," said the count, "court etiquette is
absolute. The devil! -- we never so much as gave it a
thought."

"Alas! a sad misfortune for me, monsieur le comte," said
Malicorne, changing color.

"Yet not without remedy, I hope," returned De Guiche.

"The remedy is found easily enough," exclaimed De Wardes;
"you can be created a gentleman. His Eminence, the Cardinal
Mazarin, did nothing else from morning till night"

"Hush, hush, De Wardes," said the count; "no jests of that
kind; it ill becomes us to turn such matters into ridicule.
Letters of nobility, it is true, are purchasable; but that
is a sufficient misfortune without the nobles themselves
laughing at it."

"Upon my word, De Guiche, you're quite a Puritan, as the
English say."

At this moment the Vicomte de Bragelonne was announced by
one of the servants in the courtyard, in precisely the same
manner as he would have done in a room.

"Come here, my dear Raoul. What! you, too, booted and
spurred? You are setting off, then?"

Bragelonne approached the group of young men, and saluted
them with that quiet and serious manner peculiar to him. His
salutation was principally addressed to De Wardes, with whom
he was unacquainted, and whose features, on his perceiving
Raoul, had assumed a strange sternness of expression. "I
have come, De Guiche," he said, "to ask your companionship.
We set off for Havre, I presume."

"This is admirable -- delightful. We shall have a most
enjoyable journey. M. Malicorne, M. Bragelonne -- ah! M. de
Wardes, let me present you." The young men saluted each
other in a restrained manner. Their very natures seemed,
from the beginning, disposed to take exception to each
other. De Wardes was pliant, subtle, full of dissimulation;
Raoul was calm, grave, and upright. "Decide between us --
between De Wardes and myself, Raoul."

"Upon what subject?"

"Upon the subject of noble birth."

"Who can be better informed on that subject than a De
Grammont?"

"No compliments; it is your opinion I ask."

"At least, inform me of the subject under discussion."

"De Wardes asserts that the distribution of titles is
abused; I, on the contrary, maintain that a title is useless
to the man on whom it is bestowed."

"And you are correct," said Bragelonne, quietly.

"But, monsieur le vicomte," interrupted De Wardes, with a
kind of obstinacy, "I affirm that it is I who am correct."

"What was your opinion, monsieur?"

"I was saying that everything is done in France at the
present moment to humiliate men of family."

"And by whom?"

"By the king himself. He surrounds himself with people who
cannot show four quarterings."

"Nonsense," said De Guiche, "where could you possibly have
seen that, De Wardes?"

"One example will suffice," he returned, directing his look
fully upon Raoul.

"State it then."

"Do you know who has just been nominated captain-general of
the musketeers? -- an appointment more valuable than a
peerage; for it gives precedence over all the marechals of
France."

Raoul's color mounted in his face; for he saw the object De
Wardes had in view. "No; who has been appointed? In any case
it must have been very recently, for the appointment was
vacant eight days ago; a proof of which is, that the king
refused Monsieur, who solicited the post for one of his
proteges."

"Well, the king refused it to Monsieur's protege, in order
to bestow it upon the Chevalier d'Artagnan, a younger
brother of some Gascon family, who has been trailing his
sword in the ante-chambers during the last thirty years."

"Forgive me if I interrupt you," said Raoul, darting a
glance full of severity at De Wardes; "but you give me the
impression of being unacquainted with the gentleman of whom
you are speaking."

"I not acquainted with M. d'Artagnan? Can you tell me,
monsieur, who does not know him?"

"Those who do know him, monsieur," replied Raoul with still
greater calmness and sternness of manner, "are in the habit
of saying, that if he is not as good a gentleman as the king
-- which is not his fault -- he is the equal of all the
kings of the earth in courage and loyalty. Such is my
opinion, monsieur, and I thank heaven I have known M.
d'Artagnan from my birth."

De Wardes was about to reply, when De Guiche interrupted
him.

CHAPTER 82

The Portrait of Madame

The discussion was becoming full of bitterness. De Guiche
perfectly understood the whole matter for there was in
Bragelonne's face a look instinctively hostile, while in
that of De Wardes there was something like a determination
to offend. Without inquiring into the different feelings
which actuated his two friends, De Guiche resolved to ward
off the blow which he felt was on the point of being dealt
by one of them, and perhaps by both. "Gentlemen," he said,
"we must take our leave of each other, I must pay a visit to
Monsieur. You, De Wardes, will accompany me to the Louvre,
and you Raoul, will remain here master of the house; and as
all that is done here is under your advice, you will bestow
the last glance upon my preparations for departure."

Raoul, with the air of one who neither seeks nor fears a
quarrel, bowed his head in token of assent, and seated
himself upon a bench in the sun. "That is well," said De
Guiche, "remain where you are, Raoul, and tell them to show
you the two horses I have just purchased; you will give me
your opinion, for I only bought them on condition that you
ratified the purchase. By the by, I have to beg your pardon
for having omitted to inquire after the Comte de la Fere."
While pronouncing these latter words, he closely observed De
Wardes, in order to perceive what effect the name of Raoul's
father would produce upon him. "I thank you," answered the
young man, "the count is very well." A gleam of deep hatred
passed into De Wardes' eyes. De Guiche, who appeared not to
notice the foreboding expression, went up to Raoul, and
grasping him by the hand, said, -- "It is agreed, then,
Bragelonne, is it not, that you will rejoin us in the
courtyard of the Palais-Royal?" He then signed to De Wardes
to follow him who had been engaged in balancing himself
first on one foot, then on the other. "We are going," said
he, "come, M. Malicorne." This name made Raoul start; for it
seemed that he had already heard it pronounced before, but
he could not remember on what occasion. While trying to
recall it half-dreamily, yet half-irritated at his
conversation with De Wardes, the three young men set out on
their way towards the Palais-Royal, where Monsieur was
residing. Malicorne learned two things; the first, that the
young men had something to say to each other, and the
second, that he ought not to walk in the same line with
them; and therefore he walked behind. "Are you mad?" said De
Guiche to his companion, as soon as they had left the Hotel
de Grammont; "you attack M. d'Artagnan, and that, too,
before Raoul."

"Well," said De Wardes, "what then?"

"What do you mean by `what then?'"

"Certainly, is there any prohibition against attacking M.
d'Artagnan?"

"But you know very well that M. d'Artagnan was one of those
celebrated and terrible four men who were called the
musketeers."

"That they may be, but I do not perceive why, on that
account, I should be forbidden to hate M. d'Artagnan."

"What cause has he given you?"

"Me! personally, none."

"Why hate him, therefore?"

"Ask my dead father that question."

"Really, my dear De Wardes, you surprise me. M. d'Artagnan
is not one to leave unsettled any enmity he may have to
arrange, without completely clearing his account. Your
father, I have heard, on his side, carried matters with a
high hand. Moreover there are no enmities so bitter that
they cannot be washed away by blood, by a good sword-thrust
loyally given."

"Listen to me, my dear De Guiche, this inveterate dislike
existed between my father and M. d'Artagnan, and when I was
quite a child, he acquainted me with the reason for it, and,
as forming part of my inheritance, I regard it as a
particular legacy bestowed upon me."

"And does his hatred concern M. d'Artagnan alone?"

"As for that, M. d'Artagnan was so intimately associated
with his three friends, that some portion of the full
measure of my hatred falls to their lot, and that hatred is
of such a nature, whenever the opportunity occurs, they
shall have no occasion to complain of their allowance."

De Guiche had kept his eyes fixed on De Wardes, and
shuddered at the bitter manner in which the young man
smiled. Something like a presentiment flashed across his
mind; he knew that the time had passed away for grands coups
entre gentilshommes; but that the feeling of hatred
treasured up in the mind, instead of being diffused abroad,
was still hatred all the same; that a smile was sometimes as
full of meaning as a threat; and, in a word, that to the
fathers who had hated with their hearts and fought with
their arms, would now succeed the sons, who would indeed
hate with their hearts, but would no longer combat their
enemies, save by means of intrigue or treachery. As,
therefore, it certainly was not Raoul whom he could suspect
either of intrigue or treachery, it was on Raoul's account
that De Guiche trembled. However, while these gloomy
forebodings cast a shade of anxiety over De Guiche's
countenance, De Wardes had resumed the entire mastery over
himself.

"At all events," he observed, "I have no personal ill-will
towards M. de Bragelonne; I do not know him even."

"In any case," said De Guiche, with a certain amount of
severity in his tone of voice, "do not forget one
circumstance, that Raoul is my most intimate friend;" a
remark at which De Wardes bowed.

The conversation terminated there, although De Guiche tried
his utmost to draw out his secret from him; but, doubtless,
De Wardes had determined to say nothing further, and he
remained impenetrable. De Guiche therefore promised himself
a more satisfactory result with Raoul. In the meantime they
had reached the Palais-Royal, which was surrounded by a
crowd of lookers-on. The household belonging to Monsieur
awaited his command to mount their horses, in order to form
part of the escort of the ambassadors, to whom had been
intrusted the care of bringing the young princess to Paris.
The brilliant display of horses, arms, and rich liveries,
afforded some compensation in those times, thanks to the
kindly feelings of the people, and to the traditions of deep
devotion to their sovereigns, for the enormous expenses
charged upon the taxes. Mazarin had said: "Let them sing,
provided they pay;" while Louis XIV.'s remark was, "Let them
look." Sight had replaced the voice; the people could still
look, but they were no longer allowed to sing. De Guiche
left De Wardes and Malicorne at the bottom of the grand
staircase, while he himself, who shared the favor and good
graces of Monsieur with the Chevalier de Lorraine, who
always smiled at him most affectionately, though he could
not endure him, went straight to the prince's apartments,
whom he found engaged in admiring himself in the glass, and
rouging his face. In a corner of the cabinet, the Chevalier
de Lorraine was extended full length upon some cushions,
having just had his long hair curled, with which he was
playing in the same manner a woman would have done. The
prince turned round as the count entered, and perceiving who
it was, said:

"Ah! is that you, Guiche, come here and tell me the truth."

"You know, my lord, it is one of my defects to speak the
truth."

"You will hardly believe, De Guiche, how that wicked
chevalier has annoyed me."

The chevalier shrugged his shoulders.

"Why, he pretends," continued the prince, "that Mademoiselle
Henrietta is better looking as a woman than I am as a man."

"Do not forget, my lord," said De Guiche, frowning slightly,
"you require me to speak the truth?"

"Certainly," said the prince, tremblingly.

"Well, and I shall tell it you."

"Do not be in a hurry, Guiche," exclaimed the prince, "you
have plenty of time; look at me attentively, and try to
recollect Madame. Besides, her portrait is here. Look at
it." And he held out to him a miniature of the finest
possible execution. De Guiche took it, and looked at it for
a long time attentively.

"Upon my honor, my lord, this is indeed a most lovely face."

"But look at me, count, look at me," said the prince
endeavoring to direct upon himself the attention of the
count, who was completely absorbed in contemplation of the
portrait.

"It is wonderful," murmured Guiche.

"Really one would almost imagine you had never seen the
young lady before."

"It is true, my lord, I have seen her, but it was five years
ago; there is a great difference between a child twelve
years old and a girl of seventeen."

"Well, what is your opinion?"

"My opinion is that the portrait must be flattering, my
lord."

"Of that," said the prince triumphantly, "there can be no
doubt, but let us suppose that it is not, what would your
opinion be?"

"My lord, that your highness is exceedingly happy to have so
charming a bride."

"Very well, that is your opinion of her, but of me?"

"My opinion, my lord, is that you are too handsome for a
man."

The Chevalier de Lorraine burst out laughing. The prince
understood how severe towards himself this opinion of the
Comte de Guiche was, and he looked somewhat displeased,
saying, "My friends are not over indulgent." De Guiche
looked at the portrait again, and, after lengthened
contemplation, returned it with apparent unwillingness,
saying, "Most decidedly, my lord, I should rather prefer to
look ten times at your highness, than to look at Madame once
again." It seemed as if the chevalier had detected some
mystery in these words, which were incomprehensible to the
prince, for he exclaimed: "Very well, get married yourself."
Monsieur continued painting himself, and when he had
finished, looked at the portrait again once more, turned to
admire himself in the glass, and smiled, and no doubt was
satisfied with the comparison. "You are very kind to have
come," he said to Guiche, "I feared you would leave without
bidding me adieu."

"Your highness knows me too well to believe me capable of so
great a disrespect."

"Besides, I suppose you have something to ask from me before
leaving Paris?"

"Your highness has indeed guessed correctly, for I have a
request to make."

"Very good, what is it?"

The Chevalier de Lorraine immediately displayed the greatest
attention, for he regarded every favor conferred upon
another as a robbery committed against himself. And, as
Guiche hesitated, the prince said: "If it be money, nothing
could be more fortunate, for I am in funds; the
superintendent of the finances has sent me 500,000
pistoles."

"I thank your highness; but it is not an affair of money."

"What is it, then? Tell me."

"The appointment of a maid of honor."

"Oh! oh! Guiche, what a protector you have become of young
ladies," said the prince, "you never speak of any one else
now!"

The Chevalier de Lorraine smiled, for he knew very well that
nothing displeased the prince more than to show any interest
in ladies. "My lord," said the comte, "it is not I who am
directly interested in the lady of whom I have just spoken;
I am acting on behalf of one of my friends."

"Ah! that is different; what is the name of the young lady
in whom your friend is interested?"

"Mlle. de la Baume le Blanc de la Valliere; she is already
maid of honor to the dowager princess."

"Why, she is lame," said the Chevalier de Lorraine,
stretching himself on his cushions.

"Lame," repeated the prince, "and Madame to have her
constantly before her eyes? Most certainly not; it may be
dangerous for her when in an interesting condition."

The Chevalier de Lorraine burst out laughing.

"Chevalier," said Guiche, "your conduct is ungenerous; while
I am soliciting a favor, you do me all the mischief you
can."

"Forgive me, comte," said the Chevalier de Lorraine,
somewhat uneasy at the tone in which Guiche had made his
remark, "but I had no intention of doing so, and I begin to
believe that I have mistaken one young lady for another."

"There is no doubt of it, monsieur; and I do not hesitate to
declare that such is the case."

"Do you attach much importance to it, Guiche?" inquired the
prince.

"I do, my lord."

"Well, you shall have it, but ask me for no more
appointments, for there are none to give away."

"Ah!" exclaimed the chevalier, "midday already, that is the
hour fixed for the departure."

"You dismiss me, monsieur?" inquired Guiche.

"Really, count, you treat me very ill to-day," replied the
chevalier.

"For heaven's sake, count, for heaven's sake, chevalier,"
said Monsieur, "do you not see how you are distressing me?"

"Your highness's signature?" said Guiche.

"Take a blank appointment from that drawer, and give it to
me." Guiche handed the prince the document indicated, and at
the same time presented him with a pen already dipped in
ink; whereupon the prince signed. "Here," he said, returning
him the appointment, "but I give it on one condition."

"Name it."

"That you make friends with the chevalier."

"Willingly," said Guiche. And he held out his hand to the
chevalier with an indifference amounting to contempt.

"Adieu, count," said the chevalier, without seeming in any
way to have noticed the count's slight; "adieu, and bring us
back a princess who will not talk with her own portrait too
much."

"Yes, set off and lose no time. By the by, who accompany
you?"

"Bragelonne and De Wardes."

"Both excellent and fearless companions."

"Too fearless," said the chevalier; "endeavor to bring them
both back, count."

"A bad heart, bad!" murmured De Guiche; "he scents mischief
everywhere, and sooner than anything else." And taking leave
of the prince, he quitted the apartment. As soon as he
reached the vestibule, he waved in the air the paper which
the prince had signed. Malicorne hurried forward, and
received it, trembling with delight. When, however, he held
it in his hand Guiche observed that he still awaited
something further.

"Patience, monsieur," he said; "the Chevalier de Lorraine
was there, and I feared an utter failure if I asked too much
at once. Wait until I return. Adieu."

"Adieu, monsieur le comte; a thousand thanks," said
Malicorne.

"Send Manicamp to me. By the way, monsieur, is it true that
Mlle. de la Valliere is lame?" As he said this a horse drew
up behind him, and on turning round he noticed that
Bragelonne, who had just at that moment entered the
courtyard, turned suddenly pale. The poor lover had heard
the remark, which, however, was not the case with Malicorne,
for he was already beyond the reach of the count's voice.

"Why is Louise's name spoken of here?" said Raoul to
himself; "oh! let not De Wardes, who stands smiling yonder,
even say a word about her in my presence."

"Now, gentlemen," exclaimed the Comte de Guiche, "prepare to
start."

At this moment the prince, who had completed his toilette,
appeared at the window, and was immediately saluted by the
acclamations of all who composed the escort, and ten minutes
afterwards, banners, scarfs, and feathers were fluttering
and waving in the air, as the cavalcade galloped away.

CHAPTER 83

Havre

This brilliant and animated company, the members of which
were inspired by various feelings, arrived at Havre four
days after their departure from Paris. It was about five
o'clock in the afternoon, and no intelligence had yet been
received of Madame. They were soon engaged in quest of
apartments; but the greatest confusion immediately ensued
among the masters, and violent quarrels among their
attendants. In the midst of this disorder, the Comte de
Guiche fancied he recognized Manicamp. It was, indeed,
Manicamp himself; but as Malicorne had taken possession of
his very best costume, he had not been able to get any other
than a suit of violet velvet trimmed with silver. Guiche
recognized him as much by his dress as by his features, for
he had very frequently seen Manicamp in his violet suit,
which was his last resource. Manicamp presented himself to
the count under an arch of torches, which set in a blaze,
rather than illuminated, the gate by which Havre is entered,
and which is situated close to the tower of Francis I. The
count, remarking the woe-begone expression of Manicamp's
face, could not resist laughing. "Well, my poor Manicamp,"
he exclaimed, "how violet you look; are you in mourning?"

"Yes," replied Manicamp; "I am in mourning."

"For whom, or for what?"

"For my blue-and-gold suit, which has disappeared, and in
the place of which I could find nothing but this; and I was
even obliged to economize from compulsion, in order to get
possession of it."

"Indeed?"

"It is singular you should be astonished at that, since you
leave me without any money."

"At all events, here you are, and that is the principal
thing."

"By the most horrible roads."

"Where are you lodging?"

"Lodging?"

"Yes!"

"I am not lodging anywhere."

De Guiche began to laugh. "Well," said he, "where do you
intend to lodge?"

"In the same place you do."

"But I don't know, myself."

"What do you mean by saying you don't know?"

"Certainly, how is it likely I should know where I should
stay?"

"Have you not retained an hotel?"

"I?"

"Yes, you or the prince."

"Neither of us has thought of it. Havre is of considerable
size, I suppose; and provided I can get a stable for a dozen
horses, and a suitable house in a good quarter ---- "

"Certainly, there are some very excellent houses."

"Well then ---- "

"But not for us."

"What do you mean by saying not for us? -- for whom, then?"

"For the English, of course."

"For the English?"

"Yes; the houses are all taken."

"By whom?"

"By the Duke of Buckingham."

"I beg your pardon?" said Guiche, whose attention this name
had awakened.

"Yes, by the Duke of Buckingham. His Grace was preceded by a
courier, who arrived here three days ago, and immediately
retained all the houses fit for habitation the town
possesses."

"Come, come, Manicamp, let us understand each other."

"Well, what I have told you is clear enough, it seems to
me."

"But surely Buckingham does not occupy the whole of Havre?"

"He certainly does not occupy it, since he has not yet
arrived; but, once disembarked, he will occupy it."

"Oh! oh!"

"It is quite clear you are not acquainted with the English;
they have a perfect rage for monopolizing everything."

"That may be; but a man who has the whole of one house, is
satisfied with it, and does not require two."

"Yes, but two men?"

"Be it so; for two men, two houses, or four or six, or ten,
if you like; but there are a hundred houses at Havre."

"Yes, and all the hundred are let."

"Impossible!"

"What an obstinate fellow you are. I tell you Buckingham has
hired all the houses surrounding the one which the queen
dowager of England and the princess her daughter will
inhabit."

"He is singular enough, indeed," said De Wardes, caressing
his horse's neck.

"Such is the case, however, monsieur."

"You are quite sure of it, Monsieur de Manicamp?" and as he
put this question, he looked slyly at De Guiche, as though
to interrogate him upon the degree of confidence to be
placed in his friend's state of mind. During this discussion
the night had closed in, and the torches, pages, attendants,
squires, horses, and carriages, blocked up the gate and the
open place; the torches were reflected in the channel, which
the rising tide was gradually filling, while on the other
side of the jetty might be noticed groups of curious
lookers-on, consisting of sailors and townspeople, who
seemed anxious to miss nothing of the spectacle. Amidst all
this hesitation of purpose, Bragelonne, as though a perfect
stranger to the scene, remained on his horse somewhat in the
rear of Guiche, and watched the rays of light reflected on
the water, inhaling with rapture the sea breezes, and
listening to the waves which noisily broke upon the shore
and on the beach, tossing the spray into the air with a
noise that echoed in the distance. "But," exclaimed De
Guiche, "what is Buckingham's motive for providing such a
supply of lodgings?"

"Yes, yes," said De Wardes; "what reason has he?"

"A very excellent one," replied Manicamp.

"You know what it is, then?"

"I fancy I do."

"Tell us then."

"Bend your head down towards me."

"What! may it not be spoken except in private?"

"You shall judge of that yourself."

"Very well." De Guiche bent down.

"Love," said Manicamp.

"I do not understand you at all."

"Say rather, you cannot understand me yet."

"Explain yourself."

"Very well; it is quite certain, count, that his royal
highness will be the most unfortunate of husbands."

"What do you mean?"

"The Duke of Buckingham ---- "

"It is a name of ill omen to the princes of the house of
France."

"And so the duke is madly in love with Madame, so the rumor
runs, and will have no one approach her but himself."

De Guiche colored. "Thank you, thank you," said he to
Manicamp, grasping his hand. Then, recovering himself,
added, "Whatever you do, Manicamp, be careful that this
project of Buckingham's is not made known to any Frenchman
here; for, if so, many a sword would be unsheathed in this
country that does not fear English steel."

"But after all," said Manicamp, "I have had no satisfactory
proof given me of the love in question, and it may be no
more than an idle tale."

"No, no," said De Guiche, "it must be the truth;" and
despite his command over himself, he clenched his teeth.

"Well," said Manicamp, "after all, what does it matter to
you? What does it matter to me whether the prince is to be
what the late king was? Buckingham the father for the queen,
Buckingham the son for the princess."

"Manicamp! Manicamp!

"It is a fact, or at least, everybody says so."

"Silence!" cried the count.

"But why, silence?" said De Wardes, "it is a highly
creditable circumstance for the French nation. Are not you
of my opinion, Monsieur de Bragelonne?"

"To what circumstance do you allude?" inquired De Bragelonne
with an abstracted air.

"That the English should render homage to the beauty of our
queens and our princesses."

"Forgive me, but I have not been paying attention to what
has passed; will you oblige me by explaining,

"There is no doubt it was necessary that Buckingham the
father should come to Paris in order that his majesty, King
Louis XIII., should perceive that his wife was one of the
most beautiful women of the French court; and it seems
necessary, at the present time, that Buckingham the son
should consecrate, by the devotion of his worship, the
beauty of a princess who has French blood in her veins. The
fact of having inspired a passion on the other side of the
Channel will henceforth confer a title to beauty on this."

"Sir," replied De Bragelonne, "I do not like to hear such
matters treated so lightly. Gentlemen like ourselves should
be careful guardians of the honor of our queens and our
princesses. If we jest at them, what will our servants do?"

"How am I to understand that?" said De Wardes, whose ears
tingled at the remark.

"In any way you choose, monsieur," replied De Bragelonne,
coldly.

"Bragelonne, Bragelonne," murmured De Guiche.

"M. de Wardes," exclaimed Manicamp, noticing that the young
man had spurred his horse close to the side of Raoul.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen," said De Guiche, "do not set such an
example in public, in the street too. De Wardes, you are
wrong."

"Wrong; in what way, may I ask?"

"You are wrong, monsieur, because you are always speaking
ill of someone or something," replied Raoul with undisturbed
composure.

"Be indulgent, Raoul," said De Guiche, in an undertone.

"Pray do not think of fighting, gentlemen!" said Manicamp,
"before you have rested yourselves; for in that case you
will not be able to do much."

"Come," said De Guiche, "forward, gentlemen!" and breaking
through the horses and attendants, he cleared the way for
himself towards the center of the square, through the crowd,
followed by the whole cavalcade. A large gateway looking out
upon a courtyard was open; Guiche entered the courtyard, and
Bragelonne, De Wardes, Manicamp, and three or four other
gentlemen, followed him. A sort of council of war was held,
and the means to be employed for saving the dignity of the
embassy were deliberated upon. Bragelonne was of opinion
that the right of priority should be respected, while De
Wardes suggested that the town should be sacked. This latter
proposition appearing to Manicamp rather premature, he
proposed instead that they should first rest themselves.
This was the wisest thing to do, but, unhappily, to follow
his advice, two things were wanting; namely, a house and
beds. De Guiche reflected for awhile, and then said aloud,
"Let him who loves me, follow me!"

"The attendants also?" inquired a page who had approached
the group.

"Every one," exclaimed the impetuous young man. "Manicamp,
show us the way to the house. destined for her Royal
Highness's residence."

Without in any way divining the count's project, his friends
followed him, accompanied by a crowd of people whose
acclamations and delight seemed a happy omen for the success
of that project with which they were yet unacquainted. The
wind was blowing strongly from the harbor, and moaning in
fitful gusts.

CHAPTER 84

At Sea

The following day was somewhat calmer, although the gale
still continued. The sun had, however, risen through a bank
of orange clouds, tingeing with its cheerful rays the crests
of the black waves. Watch was impatiently kept from the
different look-outs. Towards eleven o'clock in the morning a
ship, with sails full set, was signalled as in view; two
others followed at the distance of about half a knot. They
approached like arrows shot from the bow of a skillful
archer; and yet the sea ran so high that their speed was as
nothing compared to the rolling of the billows in which the
vessels were plunging first in one direction and then in
another. The English fleet was soon recognized by the line
of the ships, and by the color of their pennants; the one
which had the princess on board and carried the admiral's
flag preceded the others.

The rumor now spread that the princess was arriving. The
whole French court ran to the harbor, while the quays and
jetties were soon covered by crowds of people. Two hours
afterwards, the other vessels had overtaken the flagship,
and the three, not venturing perhaps to enter the narrow
entrance of the harbor, cast anchor between Havre and La
Heve. When the maneuver had been completed, the vessel which
bore the admiral saluted France by twelve discharges of
cannon, which were returned, discharge for discharge, from
Fort Francis I. Immediately afterwards a hundred boats were
launched; they were covered with the richest stuffs, and
destined for the conveyance of the different members of the
French nobility towards the vessels at anchor. But when it
was observed that even inside the harbor the boats were
tossed to and fro, and that beyond the jetty the waves rose
mountains high, dashing upon the shore with a terrible
uproar, it will readily be believed that not one of those
frail boats would be able with safety to reach a fourth part
of the distance between the shore and the vessels at anchor.
A pilot-boat, however, notwithstanding the wind and the sea,
was getting ready to leave the harbor, for the purpose of
placing itself at the admiral's disposal.

De Guiche, who had been looking among the different boats
for one stronger than the others, which might offer a chance
of reaching the English vessels, perceiving the pilot-boat
getting ready to start, said to Raoul: "Do you not think,
Raoul, that intelligent and vigorous men, as we are, ought
to be ashamed to retreat before the brute strength of wind
and waves?"

"That is precisely the very reflection I was silently making
to myself," replied Bragelonne.

"Shall we get into that boat, then, and push off? Will you
come, De Wardes?"

"Take care, or you will get drowned," said Manicamp.

"And for no purpose," said De Wardes, "for with the wind in
your teeth, as it will be, you will never reach the
vessels."

"You refuse, then?"

"Assuredly I do; I would willingly risk and lose my life in
an encounter against men," he said, glancing at Bragelonne,
"but as to fighting with oars against waves, I have no taste
for that."

"And for myself," said Manicamp, "even were I to succeed in
reaching the ships, I should not be indifferent to the loss
of the only good dress which I have left, -- salt water
would spoil it."

"You, then, refuse also?" exclaimed De Guiche.

"Decidedly I do; I beg you to understand that most
distinctly."

"But," exclaimed De Guiche, "look, De Wardes -- look,
Manicamp -- look yonder, the princesses are looking at us
from the poop of the admiral's vessel."

"An additional reason, my dear fellow, why we should not
make ourselves ridiculous by being drowned while they are
looking on."

"Is that your last word, Manicamp?"

"Yes."

"And then yours, De Wardes?"

"Yes."

"Then I go alone."

"Not so," said Raoul, "for I shall accompany you; I thought
it was understood I should do so."

The fact is, that Raoul, uninfluenced by devotion, measuring
the risk they run, saw how imminent the danger was, but he
willingly allowed himself to accept a peril which De Wardes
had declined.

The boat was about to set off when De Guiche called to the
pilot. "Stay," said he: "we want two places in your boat;"
and wrapping five or six pistoles in paper, he threw them
from the quay into the boat.

"It seems you are not afraid of salt water, young
gentlemen."

"We are afraid of nothing," replied De Guiche.

"Come along, then."

The pilot approached the side of the boat, and the two young
men, one after the other, with equal vivacity, jumped into
the boat. "Courage, my men," said De Guiche; "I have twenty
pistoles left in this purse, and as soon as we reach the
admiral's vessel they shall be yours." The sailors bent
themselves to their oars, and the boat bounded over the
crest of the waves. The interest taken in this hazardous
expedition was universal; the whole population of Havre
hurried towards the jetties and every look was directed
towards the little bark; at one moment it flew suspended on
the crest of the foaming waves, then suddenly glided
downwards towards the bottom of a raging abyss, where it
seemed utterly lost. At the expiration of an hour's
struggling with the waves, it reached the spot where the
admiral's vessel was anchored, and from the side of which
two boats had already been dispatched towards their aid.
Upon the quarter-deck of the flagship, sheltered by a canopy
of velvet and ermine, which was suspended by stout supports,
Henrietta, the queen dowager, and the young princess -- with
the admiral, the Duke of Norfolk -- standing beside them --
watched with alarm this slender bark, at one moment tossed
to the heavens, and the next buried beneath the waves, and
against whose dark sail the noble figures of the two French
gentlemen stood forth in relief like two luminous
apparitions. The crew, leaning against the bulwarks and
clinging to the shrouds, cheered the courage of the two
daring young men, the skill of the pilot, and the strength
of the sailors. They were received at the side of the vessel
by a shout of triumph. The Duke of Norfolk, a handsome young
man, from twenty-six to twenty-eight years of age, advanced
to meet them. De Guiche and Bragelonne lightly mounted the
ladder on the starboard side, and conducted by the Duke of
Norfolk, who resumed his place near them, they approached to
offer their homage to the princesses. Respect, and yet more,
a certain apprehension, for which he could not account, had
hitherto restrained the Comte de Guiche from looking at
Madame attentively, who, however, had observed him
immediately, and had asked her mother, "Is not that Monsieur
in the boat yonder?" Madame Henrietta who knew Monsieur
better than her daughter did, smiled at the mistake her
vanity had led her into, and had answered, "No; it is only
M. de Guiche, his favorite." The princess, at this reply,
was constrained to check an instinctive tenderness of
feeling which the courage displayed by the count had
awakened. At the very moment the princess had put this
question to her mother, De Guiche had, at last, summoned
courage to raise his eyes towards her and could compare the
original with the portrait he had so lately seen. No sooner
had he remarked her pale face, her eyes so full of
animation, her beautiful nut-brown hair, her expressive
lips, and her every gesture, which, while betokening royal
descent, seemed to thank and to encourage him at one and the
same time, than he was, for a moment, so overcome, that, had
it not been for Raoul, on whose arm he leant, he would have
fallen. His friend's amazed look, and the encouraging
gesture of the queen, restored Guiche to his
self-possession. In a few words he explained his mission,
explained in what way he had become the envoy of his royal
highness; and saluted, according to their rank and the
reception they gave him, the admiral and several of the
English noblemen who were grouped around the princesses.

Raoul was then presented, and was most graciously received;
the share that the Comte de la Fere had had in the
restoration of Charles II. was known to all; and, more than
that, it was the comte who had been charged with the
negotiation of the marriage, by means of which the
granddaughter of Henry IV. was now returning to France.
Raoul spoke English perfectly, and constituted himself his
friend's interpreter with the young English noblemen, who
were indifferently acquainted with the French language. At
this moment a young man came forward, of extremely handsome
features, and whose dress and arms were remarkable for their
extravagance of material. He approached the princesses, who
were engaged in conversation with the Duke of Norfolk, and,
in a voice which ill concealed his impatience, said, "It is
time now to disembark, your royal highness. "The younger of
the princesses rose from her seat at this remark, and was
about to take the hand which the young nobleman extended to
her, with an eagerness which arose from a variety of
motives, when the admiral intervened between them,
observing; "A moment, if you please, my lord; it is not
possible for ladies to disembark just now, the sea is too
rough; it is probable the wind may abate before sunset, and
the landing will not be effected, therefore, until this
evening."

"Allow me to observe, my lord," said Buckingham, with an
irritation of manner which he did not seek to disguise, "you
detain these ladies, and you have no right to do so. One of
them, unhappily, now belongs to France, and you perceive
that France claims them by the voice of her ambassadors;"
and at the same moment he indicated Raoul and Guiche, whom
he saluted.

"I cannot suppose that these gentlemen intend to expose the
lives of their royal highnesses," replied the admiral.

"These gentlemen," retorted Buckingham, "arrived here
safely, notwithstanding the wind; allow me to believe that
the danger will not be greater for their royal highnesses
when the wind will be in their favor."

"These envoys have shown how great their courage is," said
the admiral. "You may have observed that there was a great
number of persons on shore who did not venture to accompany
them. Moreover, the desire which they had to show their
respect with the least possible delay to Madame and her
illustrious mother induced them to brave the sea, which is
very tempestuous to-day, even for sailors. These gentlemen,
however, whom I recommend as an example for my officers to
follow, can hardly be so for these ladies."

Madame glanced at the Comte de Guiche, and perceived that
his face was burning with confusion. This look had escaped
Buckingham, who had eyes for nothing but Norfolk, of whom he
was evidently very jealous; he seemed anxious to remove the
princesses from the deck of a vessel where the admiral
reigned supreme. "In that case," returned Buckingham, "I
appeal to Madame herself."

"And I, my lord," retorted the admiral, "I appeal to my own
conscience, and to my own sense of responsibility. I have
undertaken to convey Madame safe and sound to France, and I
shall keep my promise."

"But sir ---- " continued Buckingham.

"My lord, permit me to remind you that I command here."

"Are you aware what you are saying, my lord?" replied
Buckingham, haughtily.

"Perfectly so; I therefore repeat it: I alone command here,
all yield obedience to me; the sea and the winds, the ships
and men too." This remark was made in a dignified and
authoritative manner. Raoul observed its effect upon
Buckingham, who trembled with anger from head to foot, and
leaned against one of the poles of the tent to prevent
himself falling; his eyes became suffused with blood, and
the hand which he did not need for his support wandered
towards the hilt of his sword.

"My lord," said the queen, "permit me to observe that I
agree in every particular with the Duke of Norfolk; if the
heavens, instead of being clouded as they are at the present
moment, were perfectly serene and propitious, we can still
afford to bestow a few hours upon the officer who has
conducted us so successfully, and with such extreme
attention, to the French coast, where he is to take leave of
us."

Buckingham, instead of replying, seemed to seek counsel from
the expression of Madame's face. She, however,
half-concealed beneath the thick curtains of the velvet and
gold which sheltered her, had not listened to the
discussion, having been occupied in watching the Comte de
Guiche, who was conversing with Raoul. This was a fresh
misfortune for Buckingham, who fancied he perceived in
Madame Henrietta's look a deeper feeling than that of
curiosity. He withdrew, almost tottering in his gait, and
nearly stumbled against the mainmast of the ship.

"The duke has not acquired a steady footing yet," said the
queen-mother, in French, "and that may possibly be his
reason for wishing to find himself on firm land again."

The young man overheard this remark, turned suddenly pale,
and, letting his hands fall in great discouragement by his
side, drew aside, mingling in one sigh his old affection and
his new hatreds. The admiral, however, without taking any
further notice of the duke's ill-humor, led the princesses
into the quarter-deck cabin, where dinner had been served
with a magnificence worthy in every respect of his guests.
The admiral seated himself at the right hand of the
princess, and placed the Comte de Guiche on her left. This
was the place Buckingham usually occupied; and when he
entered the cabin, how profound was his unhappiness to see
himself banished by etiquette from the presence of his
sovereign, to a position inferior to that which, by rank, he
was entitled to. De Guiche, on the other hand, paler still
perhaps from happiness, than his rival was from anger,
seated himself tremblingly next the princess, whose silken
robe, as it lightly touched him, caused a tremor of mingled
regret and happiness to pass through his whole frame. The
repast finished, Buckingham darted forward to hand Madame
Henrietta from the table; but this time it was De Guiche's
turn to give the duke a lesson. "Have the goodness, my lord,
from this moment," said he, "not to interpose between her
royal highness and myself. From this moment, indeed, her
royal highness belongs to France, and when she deigns to
honor me by touching my hand it is the hand of Monsieur, the
brother of the king of France, she touches."

And saying this, he presented his hand to Madame Henrietta
with such marked deference, and at the same time with a
nobleness of mien so intrepid, that a murmur of admiration
rose from the English, whilst a groan of despair escaped
from Buckingham's lips. Raoul, who loved, comprehended it
all. He fixed upon his friend one of those profound looks
which a bosom friend or mother can alone extend, either as
protector or guardian, over the one who is about to stray
from the right path. Towards two o'clock in the afternoon
the sun shone forth anew, the wind subsided, the sea became
smooth as a crystal mirror, and the fog, which had shrouded
the coast, disappeared like a veil withdrawn from before it.
The smiling hills of France appeared in full view with their
numerous white houses rendered more conspicuous by the
bright green of the trees or the clear blue sky.

CHAPTER 85

The Tents

The admiral, as we have seen, was determined to pay no
further attention to Buckingham's threatening glances and
fits of passion. In fact, from the moment they quitted
England, he had gradually accustomed himself to his
behavior. De Guiche had not yet in any way remarked the
animosity which appeared to influence that young nobleman
against him, but he felt, instinctively, that there could be
no sympathy between himself and the favorite of Charles II.
The queen-mother, with greater experience and calmer
judgment, perceived the exact position of affairs, and, as
she discerned its danger, was prepared to meet it, whenever
the proper moment should arrive. Quiet had been everywhere
restored, except in Buckingham's heart; he, in his
impatience, addressed himself to the princess, in a low tone
of voice: "For Heaven's sake, madame, I implore you to
hasten your disembarkation. Do you not perceive how that
insolent Duke of Norfolk is killing me with his attentions
and devotions to you?"

Henrietta heard this remark; she smiled, and without turning
her head towards him, but giving only to the tone of her
voice that inflection of gentle reproach, and languid
impertinence, which women and princesses so well know how to
assume, she murmured, "I have already hinted, my lord, that
you must have taken leave of your senses."

Not a single detail escaped Raoul's attention; he heard both
Buckingham's entreaty and the princess's reply; he remarked
Buckingham retire, heard his deep sigh, and saw him pass his
hand across his face. He understood everything, and trembled
as he reflected on the position of affairs, and the state of
the minds of those about him. At last the admiral, with
studied delay, gave the last orders for the departure of the
boats.

Buckingham heard the directions given with such an
exhibition of delight that a stranger would really imagine
the young man's reason was affected. As the Duke of Norfolk
gave his commands, a large boat or barge, decked with flags,
and capable of holding about twenty rowers and fifteen
passengers, was slowly lowered from the side of the
admiral's vessel. The barge was carpeted with velvet and
decorated with coverings embroidered with the arms of
England, and with garlands of flowers; for, at that time,
ornamentation was by no means forgotten in these political
pageants. No sooner was this really royal boat afloat and
the rowers with oars uplifted, awaiting, like soldiers
presenting arms, the embarkation of the princess, than
Buckingham ran forward to the ladder in order to take his
place. His progress was, however, arrested by the queen. "My
lord," she said, "it is hardly becoming that you should
allow my daughter and myself to land without having
previously ascertained that our apartments are properly
prepared. I beg your lordship to be good enough to precede
us ashore, and to give directions that everything be in
proper order on our arrival."

This was a fresh disappointment for the duke, and, still
more so, since it was so unexpected. He hesitated, colored
violently, but could not reply. He had thought he might be
able to keep near Madame during the passage to the shore,
and, by this means, to enjoy to the very last moment the
brief period fortune still reserved for him. The order,
however, was explicit; and the admiral, who heard it given,
immediately called out, "Launch the ship's gig." His
directions were executed with that celerity which
distinguishes every maneuver on board a man-of-war.

Buckingham, in utter hopelessness, cast a look of despair at
the princess, of supplication towards the queen, and
directed a glance full of anger towards the admiral. The
princess pretended not to notice him, while the queen turned
aside her head, and the admiral laughed outright, at the
sound of which Buckingham seemed ready to spring upon him.
The queen-mother rose, and with a tone of authority said,
"Pray set off, sir."

The young duke hesitated, looked around him, and with a last
effort, half-choked by contending emotions, said, "And you,
gentlemen, M. de Guiche and M. de Bragelonne, do not you
accompany me?"

De Guiche bowed and said, "Both M. de Bragelonne and myself
await her majesty's orders; whatever the commands she
imposes on us, we shall obey them." Saying this, he looked
towards the princess, who cast down her eyes.

"Your grace will remember," said the queen, "that M. de
Guiche is here to represent Monsieur; it is he who will do
the honors of France, as you have done those of England; his
presence cannot be dispensed with; besides, we owe him this
slight favor for the courage he displayed in venturing to
seek us in such a terrible stress of weather."

Buckingham opened his lips, as if he were about to speak,
but, whether thoughts or expressions failed him, not a
syllable escaped them, and turning away, as though out of
his mind, he leapt from the vessel into the boat. The
sailors were just in time to catch hold of him to steady
themselves; for his weight and the rebound had almost upset
the boat.

"His grace cannot be in his senses," said the admiral aloud
to Raoul.

"I am uneasy on the Duke's account," replied Bragelonne.

While the boat was advancing towards the shore, the duke
kept his eyes immovably fixed upon the admiral's ship, like
a miser torn away from his coffers, or a mother separated
from her child, about to be led away to death. No one,
however, acknowledged his signals, his frowns, or his
pitiful gestures. In very anguish of mind, he sank down in
the boat, burying his hands in his hair, whilst the boat,
impelled by the exertions of the merry sailors, flew over
the waves. On his arrival he was in such a state of apathy,
that, had he not been received at the harbor by the
messenger whom he had directed to precede him, he would
hardly have had strength to ask his way. Having once,
however, reached the house which had been set apart for him,
he shut himself up, like Achilles in his tent. The barge
bearing the princesses quitted the admiral's vessel at the
very moment Buckingham landed. It was followed by another
boat filled with officers, courtiers, and zealous friends.
Great numbers of the inhabitants of Havre, having embarked
in fishing-cobles and boats of every description, set off to
meet the royal barge. The cannon from the forts fired
salutes, which were returned by the flagship and the two
other vessels, and the flashes from the open mouths of the
cannon floated in white fumes over the waves, and
disappeared in the clear blue sky.

The princess landed at the decorated quay. Bands of gay
music greeted her arrival, and accompanied her every step
she took. During the time she was passing through the center
of the town, and treading beneath her delicate feet the
richest carpets and the gayest flowers, which had been
strewn upon the ground, De Guiche and Raoul, escaping from
their English friends, hurried through the town and hastened
rapidly towards the place intended for the residence of
Madame.

"Let us hurry forward," said Raoul to De Guiche, "for if I
read Buckingham's character aright, he will create some
disturbance, when he learns the result of our deliberations
of yesterday."

"Never fear," said De Guiche, "De Wardes is there, who is
determination itself, while Manicamp is the very

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