Part 35 (1/2)
”You have something else to say to me?”
”No,” replied the duke; ”I am waiting.”
”Waiting! for what?”
”Have you not told me, dearest Marguerite,” said the duke, drawing his armchair close up to his sister's, ”that your marriage with the King of Navarre was contracted against your wishes?”
”Yes, no doubt. I did not know the Prince of Bearn when he was proposed to me as a husband.”
”And after you came to know him, did you not tell me that you felt no love for him?”
”I told you so; it is true.”
”Was it not your opinion that this marriage would make you unhappy?”
”My dear Francois,” said Marguerite, ”when a marriage is not the height of happiness it is almost always the depth of wretchedness.”
”Well, then, my dear Marguerite, as I said to you,--I am waiting.”
”But what are you waiting for?”
”For you to display your joy!”
”What have I to be joyful for?”
”The unexpected chance which offers itself for you to resume your liberty.”
”My liberty?” replied Marguerite, who was determined to compel the prince to express his whole thought.
”Yes; your liberty! You will now be separated from the King of Navarre.”
”Separated!” said Marguerite, fastening her eyes on the young prince.
The Duc d'Alencon tried to endure his sister's look, but his eyes soon avoided hers with embarra.s.sment.
”Separated!” repeated Marguerite; ”let us talk this over, brother, for I should like to understand all you mean, and how you propose to separate us.”
”Why,” murmured the duke, ”Henry is a Huguenot.”
”No doubt; but he made no secret of his religion, and that was known when we were married.”
”Yes; but since your marriage, sister,” asked the duke, involuntarily allowing a ray of joy to s.h.i.+ne upon his face, ”what has Henry been doing?”
”Why, you know better than any one, Francois, for he has spent his days almost constantly in your society, either hunting or playing mall or tennis.”
”Yes, his days, no doubt,” replied the duke; ”his days--but his nights?”
Marguerite was silent; it was now her turn to cast down her eyes.
”His nights,” persisted the Duc d'Alencon, ”his nights?”