Part 3 (1/2)
”Well?”
”He brought you the brevet”
”Exactly,can be more moral or proper”
”I think so, , as it appears, in reproaching you, , madame; but I am so accustomed to your reproaches, that I pardon you these”
”In that case, let us begone, Louise; we have nothing to do but retire Well!”
”Mada, ”did you speak?”
”You do not appear to be listening, ”
”About what?”
”A thousand things”
”You bearher hand
”And why should I, irl in a voice soft as a flute
”Dame!” resumed Madame de Saint-Reirl, she could not be ood gracious?”
”It appears to ood a family, and as pretty as you”
”Mother! mother!” cried Louise
”Prettier a hundred times, madame-not of a better family; but that does not tell me why Louise should bearfor her to be buried alive at Blois, when you are going to shi+ne at Paris?”
”But,me thither; on the contrary, I should certainly be most happy if she came there”
”But it appears that M Malicorne, who is all-powerful at court-”
”Ah! so much the worse, madame,” said Malicorne, ”every one for himself in this poor world”
”Malicorne! Malicorne!” said Montalais Then stooping towards the youngwith her, orit up with her; I must speak to Louise” And, at the same time, a soft pressure of the hand recoru towards Madame de Saint-Re one arm around her neck:- ”What is the matter? Tell me Is it true that you would not love me if I were to shi+ne, as your irl, with difficulty restraining her tears; ”on the contrary, I rejoice at your good fortune”
”Rejoice! why, one would say you are ready to cry!”
”Do people never weep except fro to Paris and that word Paris recalls to your mind a certain cavalier-”
”Aure!”
”A certain cavalier who formerly lived near Blois, and who now resides at Paris”
”In truth, I know not what ails me, but I feel stifled”
”Weep, then, weep, as you cannot give me a smile!”
Louise raised her sweet face, which the tears, rolling down one after the other, illumined like diamonds
”Come, confess,” said Montalais
”What shall I confess?”
”What makes you weep; people don't ithout cause I am your friend; whatever you would wish me to do, I will do Malicorne is o to Paris?”
”Alas!” sighed Louise
”Do you wish to come to Paris?”
”To remain here alone, in this old castle, I who have enjoyed the delightful habit of listening to your songs, of pressing your hand, of running about the park with you Oh! how I shall be ennuyee! how quickly I shall die!”
”Do you wish to coh
”You do not answer me”
”What would you that I should reply?”
”Yes or no; that is not very difficult, I think”
”Oh! you are very fortunate, Montalais!”
”That is to say you would like to be in my place”
Louise was silent
”Little obstinate thing!” said Montalais; ”did ever any one keep her secrets from her friend thus? But, confess that you would like to co with the wish to see Raoul again”
”I cannot confess that”