“No, but the prince, by his conduct, has shown that he is really in love.”
“Why, what did he do?”
“Took a ladder and climbed to the balcony.”—“Ah! he did that?”
“Yes, and it seems she is very beautiful.”
“Then you have not seen her?”
“No; but from what he said I much wish to do so, if only to judge of the exaggeration of his love. Thus, then, it is agreed; you will aid me?” and he again offered him the gold.
“Certainly I will, but I must know what part I am to play,” said Remy, repulsing his hand.
“First tell me is the lady the mistress of M. du Bouchage, or of his brother?”
The blood mounted to Remy’s face.
“Of neither,” said he: “the lady upstairs has no lover.”
“No lover! But then she is a wonder; morbleu! a woman who has no lover! we have found the philosopher’s stone.”
“Then,” said Remy, “what does M. le Duc d’Anjou want my mistress to do?”
“He wants her to come to Chateau-Thierry, where he is going at his utmost speed.”
“This is, upon my word, a passion very quickly conceived.”
“That is like monseigneur.”
“I only see one difficulty,” said Remy.
“What is that?”
“That my mistress is about to embark for England.”
“Diable! this, then, is where you must try to aid me.”—“How?”
“By persuading her to go in an opposite direction.”
“You do not know my mistress, monsieur; she
is not easily persuaded.
Besides, even if she were persuaded to go to Chateau-Thierry
instead of
England, do you think she would yield to the prince?”
“Why not?”
“She does not love the duke.”
“Bah! not love a prince of the blood.”
“But if Monseigneur the Duc d’Anjou suspects my mistress of loving M. du Bouchage, or M. de Joyeuse, how did he come to think of carrying her off from him she loved?”
“My good man,” said Aurilly, “you have trivial ideas, and I fear we shall never understand each other; I have preferred kindness to violence, but if you force me to change my plans, well! I will change them.”
“What will you do?”
“I told you I had full powers from the duke to kill you and carry off the lady.”
“And you believe you could do it with impunity?”
“I believe all my master tells me to believe. Come, will you persuade your mistress to come to France?”
“I will try, but I can answer for nothing.”
“And when shall I have the answer?”
“I will go up at once and see what I can do.”
“Well, go up; I will wait. But one last word; you know that your fortune and life hang on your answer.”
“I know it.”
“That will do; I will go and get the horses ready.”
“Do not be in too great a hurry.”
“Bah! I am sure of the answer; no one is cruel to a prince.”