•* Return this book on or before the Latest Date stamped below. Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2016 https://archive.org/details/romancesofalexan08duma Ef)e &ttnteg ILttiraru lEUition ROMANCES OF ALEXANDRE DUMAS VICOMTE DE BRAGELONNE Parts I. and II. Eljc ILibravg lEUition THE ROMANCES OF ALEXANDRE DUMAS Volume VIII. VICOMTE DE BRAGELONNE PART FIRST NEW YORK GEORGE D. SPROUL Publisher 1896 Copyright , 1888, 1893, By Little, Brown, and Company. Copyright, 1895, By George D. Sproul. John Wilson and Son, Cambridge, U.S. A. <5 4 - 5 " V S 1*3 & ^ g INTRODUCTORY NOTE. The “ Vicomte de Bragelonne,” the longest and in many respects the most powerful of the D’Artagnan series, was first presented to the English-speaking public in an unabridged translation, conforming to the author’s own arrangement and in readable form, by the present publishers. Owing to its great length it had previously been translated only in an abridged form. Detached portions of it, too, have appeared from time to time. The chapters devoted to Mademoiselle de la Yallifere have been published separately under the title of “ Louise de la Yallibre,” while what is commonly known as “ The Iron Mask ” is a translation of that portion of Bragelonne which relates the attempted substi- tution of the Bastille prisoner for Louis XIY. The romance, as it was written and as it is here presented in English, offers a marvellously faithful picture of the French court from a period imme- diately preceding the young king’s marriage to his cousin, Maria Theresa, the Infante of Spain, to the VI INTRODUCTORY NOTE. downfall of Fouquet. This period was a moment- ous one for France, embracing as it did the diplo- matic triumph of Mazarin in the advantageous Treaty of the Pyrenees ; the death of that avaricious and unscrupulous, but eminently able and far-seeing, minister and cardinal ; the assumption of power by Louis in person ; and the rise to high office and influence over the crushed and disgraced Fouquet, of Jean-Bap tiste Colbert. These two years marked the beginning of the most brilliant epoch of court life in France, as well as of her greatest, if some- what factitious, glory both at home and abroad. The historical accuracy of the author of “ Brage- lonne ” — which Miss Pardoe, in her justly popular and entertaining work on Louis XI Y., and the historian Michelet as well, have so strongly main- tained— is perhaps more striking in this than in any other of his romances. It is not only in the matter of the events of greater or less importance that one familiar with the history of the period seems to be reading some contemporary chronicle, but the character-sketches of the prominent personages are drawn with such entire fidelity to life that we seem to see the very men and women themselves as they appeared to their contemporaries. Thus it is with the king, whose intense egotism was beginning to develop, being unceasingly fos- tered by the flattery of those who surrounded him and told him that he was the greatest of men and INTRODUCTORY NOTE. Vll kings, invincible in arms and unequalled in wis- dom ; wffio was rapidly reaching that state of sub- lime self-sufficiency which led to the famous saying : “ L’Etat, c’est moi ; ” but who was, nevertheless, more bashful and timid and humble at the feet of the gentle and retiring La Yallifere than if she had been the greatest queen in Christendom. Of his favorites La Yallifere was the only one who loved him for himself alone, and she has come down to us as one of the few Frenchwomen who have ever been ashamed of being known as a king’s mistress. Her life is faithfully sketched in these pages, from her first glimpse of the king at Blois, when she gave her heart to him unasked. When the scheme was formed to use her as a cloak for the king’s flirtation with Madame Henriette, “ there was a rumor connecting her name with that of a certain Yicomte de Bragelonne, who had caused her young heart to utter its first sighs in Blois ; but the most malicious gossips spoke of it only as a childish flame, — that is to say, utterly without importance.” Mademoiselle de Montalais made herself notori- ous as a go-between in various love affairs, while Mademoiselle de Tonnay-Charente, otherwise Made- moiselle de Rochechouart-Mortemart, clever and beautiful, was destined, as Madame de Montespan, to supplant her modest friend in the affections of their lord and master ; and after a career of unex- ampled brilliancy to be herself supplanted by the INTRODUCTORY NOTE. viii governess of her legitimated children, the widow Scarron, better known as Madame la Marquise de Maintenon. “ Une maitresse tonnante et triomphante,” Madame de S6vign£ calls Madame de Montespan. The Mor- temart family was supposed to be of the greatest antiquity and to have the same origin as the English Mortimers. The esprit de Mortemart , or Mortemart wit, was reputed to be an inalienable characteristic of the race. And what of Madame herself, who played a part at the court of France which was almost exactly duplicated forty years later by her granddaughter, the Savoy princess, who became Ducliesse de Bourgogne, and whose untimely death was one of the most severe of the many domestic afflictions which darkened the last years of the old king’s life ? Let us listen for a moment to Robert Louis Stevenson, writing of the “ Yicomte de Brage- lonne ” after his fifth or sixth perusal of it : — “ Madame enchants me. I can forgive that royal minx her most serious offences ; I can thrill and soften with the king on that memorable occasion when he goes to upbraid and remains to flirt ; and when it comes to the ‘ Allons, aimez-moi done,’ it is my heart that melts in the bosom of De Guiche.” The mutual passion of De Guiche and Madame lasted all her life, we are told; and yet, alas! it was but short-lived, for Madame’s days were numbered. She died in 1670, after an illness of but a few hours, INTRODUCTORY NOTE. IX regretted by everybody except her husband. There is little doubt that she was poisoned through the instrumentality of the Chevalier de Lorraine, and probably with the connivance of Monsieur, whose favorite he was. The Chevalier was a prodigy of vice, and one of the most unsavory characters of the period. The greed and avarice of Mazarin were his most prominent characteristics ; they are illustrated by innumerable anecdotes, one of which may perhaps be repeated here : He had been informed that a pamphlet was about to be put on sale, in which he was shamefully libelled ; he confiscated it, and of course the market price of it at once increased enormously ; whereupon he sold it secretly at an exorbitant figure and allowed it to circulate, pocket- ing a thousand pistoles as his share of the transac- tion. He used to tell of this himself, and laugh heartily over it. His supreme power had endured so long that everybody desired his death, and his contemporaries hardly did justice to the very solid benefits he had procured for France. In drawing the characters of Fouquet and Colbert, Dumas has perhaps, as Mr. Stevenson says, shown an inclination to enlist his reader’s sympathies for the former against his own judgment of the equities of the case. “ Historic justice,” says the essayist, “ should be all upon the side of Colbert, of official honesty and X INTRODUCTORY NOTE. fiscal competence. And Dumas knows it well ; three times at least he shows his knowledge, — once it is but flashed upon us and received with the laughter of Fouquet himself, in the jesting controversy in the gardens of Saint-Mand^ ; once it is touched on by Aramis in the forest of Sdnart; in the end it is set before us clearly in one dignified speech of the triumphant Colbert. But in Fouquet — the master, the lover of good cheer and wit and art, the swift transactor of much business, Vhomme de bruit , rhomme de plaisir , Vhomme qui riest que parceque les autres sont — Dumas saw something of himself and drew the figure the more tenderly; it is to me even touching to see how he insists on Fouquet’s honor.” The grand fete at Yaux was the last straw which made the superintendent’s downfall abso- lutely certain. “ If his disgrace had not already been determined upon in the king’s mind, it would have been at Yaux. ... As there was but one sun in heaven, there could be but one king in France.” It is interesting to read that the execution of the order for Fouquet’s arrest was entrusted to one D 9 Artagnan, Captain of Musketeers, “a man of action, entirely unconnected with all the cabals, and who, during his thirty-three years’ experience in the Musketeers, had never known anything outside of his orders.” Fouquet lived nearly twenty years in prison, INTRODUCTORY NOTE. XI and died in 1680. He has been connected in vari- ous ways with the “Man with the Iron Mask,” some investigators having maintained that he was identical with that individual, and therefore could not have died in 1680; while others have claimed that the Iron Mask was imprisoned at the Chateau of Pignerol while Fouquet was there. The legend of the unfortunate prisoner has given rise to much investigation and to many conjectures. Voltaire bent his energies to solve the mystery, and in our own day M. Marius Topin has gone into the subject most exhaustively, but without reaching a satisfac- tory conclusion as to the identity of the sufferer. The somewhat audacious use made of the legend by Dumas is based upon what was at one time a favorite solution ; namely, that the unknown was a brother of Louis XIV., said by some to have been a twin, and by others to have been some years older and of doubtful paternity. It would be an endless task to cite all the por- tions of these volumes in which historical facts are related with substantial accuracy ; in them fact and fiction are so blended that each enhances the charm of the other, — the element of authenticity adding zest and interest to the romantic portions, while the element of romance gives life and color to the narration of facts. Our old friends of the earlier tales bear us com- pany nearly to the end ; but for the first time, xii INTRODUCTORY NOTE. political interests are allowed to interfere with the perfect confidence that has existed between them : Aramis, as General of the Jesuits, is true to the reputation of the order, and hesitates at no dis- simulation to gain his ambitious ends. Porthos, still blindly faithful to that one of his friends who claims his allegiance, falls at last a victim to his childlike trust in the scheming prelate, and dies the death of a veritable Titan. The magnificent outburst of righteous anger which the Comte de la Fbre visits upon the king is the last expiring gleam of the spirit of the Athos of the Musketeers. Wrapped up in his love for the heart-broken Brage- lonne, he lives only in his life and “dies in his death.” And D’Artagnan ? His praises and his requiem have been most fittingly and lovingly sounded by the same graceful writer who has already been quoted, and in the same essay, entitled “Gossip upon a Novel of Dumas,” — “ It is in the character of D’Artagnan that we must look for that spirit of morality which is one of the chief merits of the book, makes one of the main joys of its perusal, and sets it high above more popular rivals. . . . He has mellowed into a man so witty, rough, kind, and upright that he takes the heart by storm. There is nothing of the copy-book about his virtues, nothing of the drawing-room in his fine natural civility ; he will sail near the wind ; he is no district INTRODUCTORY NOTE. XIII visitor, no Wesley or Robespierre ; his conscience is void of all refinement, whether for good or evil ; but the whole man rings true like a good sovereign. . . . Here and throughout, if I am to choose virtues for myself or my friends, let me choose the virtues of D’Artagnan. I do not say that there is no character as well drawn in Shakespeare ; I do say there is none that I love so wholly. . . .'No part of the world has ever seemed to me so charming as these pages ; and not even my friends are quite so real, perhaps quite so dear, as D’Artagnan.” Of the great closing chapters of the book, in which the friends are at last separated by death, D’Artagnan falling on the battle-field just as he was about to grasp the coveted prize of the baton of a marshal of France, Stevenson says : — “I can recall no other work of the imagination in which the end of life is represented with so nice a tact ; . . . and above all, in the last volume, I find a singular charm of spirit. It breathes a pleasant and a tonic sadness, always brave, never hysterical. Upon the crowded, noisy life of this long tale, evening gradually falls, and the lights are extinguished, and the heroes pass away one by one. One by one the} T go, and not a regret embitters their departure. The young succeed them in their places. Louis Quatorze is swelling larger and shining broader ; another generation and another France dawn on the horizon, — but for us and these old men whom we have loved so long, the inevitable end draws near and is welcome. To read this well is to XIV INTRODUCTORY NOTE. anticipate experience. Ah ! if only when these hours of the long shadows fall for us in reality and not in figure, we may hope to face them with a mind as quiet. But my paper is running out ; the siege-guns are firing- on the Dutch frontier, and I must say adieu for the fifth time to my old comrade, fallen on the field of gloiy. Adieu, rather cm revoir ! Yet a sixth time, dearest D’Artagnan, we shall kidnap Monk and take horse together for Belle Isle.” LIST OF CHARACTERS Period, 1660-1671. Louis XIV., King of France. Maria Theresa, his Queen. Anne of Austria, the Queen Mother. Gaston oe Orleans, uncle of the King. Duchesse d’Orleans, Philippe, Due d’ Anjou, brother of the King, afterwards Due d’Orleans. Henrietta op England, his wife. Cardinal Mazarin. Bernouin, his valet. Brienne, his secretary. M. le Due de Beaufort. Prince de Conde. Chevalier de Lorraine, favorite of Philippe d’Orleans. Comte de Saint-Aignan, attending on the King. Mademoiselle Marie de Mancini, niece of Cardinal Mazarin. Mademoiselle Aure de Montalais, I Mlle. Athenaise de Tonnay-Charente, i ^ ai s ^ 0n01 afterwards Madame de Montespan, Mademoiselle Louise de la Valliere, J La Molina, Anne of Austria’s Spanish nurse. Duchesse de Chevreuse. Madame de Motteville, Madame de Navailles, Mademoiselle de Chatillon, Comtesse de Soissons, Mademoiselle Arnoux, I Henrietta, Duchesse d’Orleans. - ladies of the French Court. XVI LIST OF CHARACTERS. Louise de Keroualle, afterwards Duchess of Portsmouth. Marechal Grammont. Comte de Guiche, his son, in love with Madame Henrietta. M. de Manicamp, friend of the Comte de Guiche. M. de Malicorne, in love with Mademoiselle de Montalais. M. d’Artagnan, Lieutenant, afterwards Captain, of the King’s Musketeers. Comte de la Pere (Athos). Raoul, Vicomte de Bragelonne, his son. M. d’Herblay, afterwards Bishop of Vannes, General of the Order of Jesuits, and Due d’ Alameda (Aramis). Baron du Vallon de Bracieux de Pierreponds (Porthos) Jean Poquelin de Moliere. Yicomte de Wardes. M. DE VlLLEROY. M. de Bouquet, Superintendent of Pinance. Madame Pouquet, his wife. Messieurs Lyonne and Letellier, Bouquet’s associates in the ministry. Marquise de Belliere, in love with Pouquet. M. DE LA PONTAINE, M. Gourville, M. Pellisson, M. CoNRART, M. Loret, L’Abbe Bouquet, brother of the Superintendent. M. Vanel, a Councillor of Parliament, afterwards Procureur- General. Marguerite Yanel, his wife, a rival of la Marquise de la Belliere. M. de Saint-Remy, maitre-hotel to Gaston of Orleans. Madame de Saint-Remy. Jean-Baptiste Colbert, Intendant of Pinance, afterwards Prime Minister. Messieurs d’Infreville, Destouches, and Porant, in Col- bert’s service. friends of Pouquet. LIST OF CHARACTERS. XV il Messieurs Breteuil, Marin, and Havard, colleagues of Colbert. Messieurs d’Eymeris, Lyodot, and Vanin, Farmers-General M. de Baisemaux de Montlezun, Governor of the Bastille, Seldon, a prisoner at the Bastille. No. 3, Bertaudtere, afterwards “ The Iron Mask.” M. de Saint-Mars, Governor of He Sainte Marguerite. A Franciscan Friar, General of the Order of Jesuits. Baron von Wostpur, Monseigneur Herrebia, Meinheer Bonstett, Signor Marini, Lord MacCumnor, Jesuits. Gris art, a physician. Louis Constant de Pressigny, Captain of the King’s Frigate “Pomona.” y M. de Gesvres, Captain of the King’s Guards. M. de Biscarrat, an officer of the King’s Guards. M. de Friedrich, an officer of the Swiss Guards. Messire Jean Perce rin, the King’s tailor. M. Valot, the King’s physician. Planchet, a confectioner in the Hue des Lombards. Madame Gechter, his housekeeper. Daddy Celestin, Planchet’ s servant. Bazin, servant to M, d’Herblay. Grimaud, an old servant of Athos. Mousqtjeton, servant of Porthos. Blasois, servant to Athos. Olivain, servant of Vicomte de Bragelonne. Jupenet, a printer, Getard, an architect, Danicamp, Menneville, an adventurer. M. Lebrun, painter M. Faucheux, a goldsmith. | in the service of Fouquet. XV111 LIST OF CHARACTERS. Vatel, Fouquet’s steward. Toby, one of Fouquet’s servants. Yves, a sailor. Keyser, a Dutch fisherman. Maitre Cropole, of the hostelry of the Medici at Blois. Pittrino, his assistant. Madame Cropole. Landlord of the Beau Paon Hotel. Superior of the Carmelite Convent at Chaillot. Guenaud, Mazarin’s physician. The Theattn Father, The Cardinal’s spiritual director ENGLISH. Charles II., King of England. Parry, his servant. General Monk, afterwards Duke of Albemarle. Digby, his aide-de-camp. General Lambert. James, Duke of York, brother of Charles II. George Yilliers, Duke of Buckingham. Lord Rochester. Duke of Norfolk. Miss Mary Grafton. Miss Stewart. Host of the Stag’s Horn Tavern. CONTENTS. Chapter Page I. The Letter . • » 1 II. The Messenger 12 III. The Interview 22 IY. Lather and Son . . 32 Y. In which something will be said oe Cro- POLI, OF CROPOLE, AND OF A GREAT UN- KNOWN Painter . . 39 YI. The Unknown 47 VII. Parry 56 VIII. What his Majesty King Louis XIY. was at the Age of Twenty-two 64 IX. In which the Unknown of the Hostelry of the Medici loses his Incognito . . 78 X. The Arithmetic of M. de Mazarin ... 92 XI. Mazarin’s Policy 103 XII. The King and the Lieutenant .... 114 XIII. Marie de Mancini 121 XIY. In which the King and the Lieutenant EACH GIVE PeOOFS OF MEMORY .... 128 XY. The Proscribed . 140 XX CONTENTS. Chapter XVI. XVII. XVIII. XIX. XX. XXI. XXII. XXIII. XXIV. XXV. XXVI. XXVII. XXVIII. XXIX. XXX. XXXI. XXXII. “ Remember ! ” In which Aramis is sought for, and only Bazin found In which D’Artagnan seeks for Porthos, AND ONLY FINDS MOUSQUETON .... What D’Artagnan did in Paris . . . Of the Society which was formed in the Rue des Lombards, at the Sign OF THE PlLON d’Or, TO CARRY OUT THE Idea of M. D’Artagnan ..... In which D’Artagnan prepares to travel for the House of Planciiet and Com PANY D’Artagnan travels for the House of Planciiet and Company In which the Author, very unwillingly, is forced to write a little History The Treasure The March Heart and Mind The Next Day Contraband Goods In which D’Artagnan begins to fear he has placed his Money and that of Planciiet in the Sinking Pund . . The Shares of Planciiet and Company rise again to Par Monk reveals Himself ...... Atttos and D’Artagnan meet once more at the Hostelry of the Stag’s Horn Page 147 160 172 182 188 201 211 220 236 246 257 269 278 287 297 305 311 CONTENTS. XXI Chapter ' Page XXXIII. The Audience 327 XXXIY. Of the Embarrassment or Riches . . 336 XXXY. Upon the Canal 344 XXXYI. How D’Artagnan drew, as a Eairy might have done, a Country-Seat prom a Deal Box 355 XXXYII. How D’Artagnan regulated the “ Pas- sive ” op the Company before he es- tablished its “ Active.” 366 XXXYIIL In which it is seen that the Erencii Grocer had already been estab- lished in the Seventeenth Century 374 XXXIX. Mazarin’s Gaming-Party 382 XL. An Appair op State 388 XL I. The Recital 395 XLII. In which Mazarin becomes Prodigal . 402 XLIII. Guenaud 408 XLIY. Colbert 413 XLY. Confession op a Man op Wealth . . . 419 XLYI. The Donation 426 XLYII. How Anne op Austria gave one Piece op Advice to Louis XIY., and how M. Bouquet gave him another . . 433 XLYIII. Agony 444 ILLUSTRATIONS. “To me, Musketeers ! ” Vol. I. Frontispiece Drawn and etched by E. Van Muj'den. Bragelonne, tee Son of Ate os Page 34 Drawn by Edmund H. Garrett. M azarin’s Gaming Party 382 Drawn by E. Van Muyden. His' Greatness, the Bishop of Vannes . . Yol. II. 212 Drawn by Fdlix Oudart. Bragelonne hurls De Wardes oyer the Barrier . 374 Drawn by E. Van Muyden. THE VICOMTE DE BRAGELONNE. CHAPTER I. THE LETTER. Towards the middle of the month of May, in the year 1660 , at nine o’clock in the morning, when the sun, already high in the heavens, was fast absorbing the dew from the wall-flowers of the castle of Blois, a little caval- cade, composed of three men and two pages, re-entered the city by the bridge, without producing any effect upon the passengers on the quay beyond a first move- ment of the hand to the head as a salute, and a second movement of the tongue to say, in the purest French then spoken in France, “ There is Monsieur returning from hunting ; ” and that was all. While, however, the horses were climbing the steep acclivity which leads from the river to the castle, several shop-boys approached the last horse, from whose saddle- bow a number of birds were suspended by the beak. On seeing this the inquisitive youths manifested with rustic freedom their contempt for such paltry sport ; and after a dissertation among themselves upon the disad- vantages of hawking, they returned to their occupations. One only of the curious party — a stout, chubby, cheer- ful lad — demanded how it was that Monsieur, who, VOL. i. — 1 2 THE VICOMTE DE BRAGELONNE. from his great revenues, had it in his power to amuse himself so much better, could be satisfied with such mean diversions. “Do you not know,” one of the standers-by replied, “ that Monsieur’s principal amusement is to weary him- self?” The light-hearted boy shrugged his shoulders with a gesture which said as clear as day, “ In that case I would rather be plain Jack than a prince;” and all resumed their labors. In the mean while Monsieur continued his route with an air at once so melancholy and so majestic that he certainly would have attracted the attention of specta- tors, if spectators there had been ; but the good citizens of Blois could not pardon Monsieur for having chosen their gay city for an abode in which to indulge melan- choly at his ease ; and as often as they caught a glimpse of the illustrious ennuye ’, they stole away gaping, or drew back their heads into the interior of their dwellings, to escape the soporific influence of that long, pale face, of those watery eyes and that languid address ; so that the worthy prince was almost certain to find the streets deserted whenever he chanced to pass through them. How, on the part of the citizens of Blois this was a culpable piece of disrespect ; for Monsieur was, after the king, — nay, even, perhaps before the king, — the great- est noble of the kingdom. In fact, God, who had granted to Louis XIV., then reigning, the honor of being son of Louis XIII., had granted to Monsieur the honor of being son of Henry IV. It was not, then, or at least it ought not to have been, a trifling source of pride for the city of Blois, that Gaston of Orleans had chosen it as his resi- dence, and held his court in the ancient Castle of the States. THE LETTER. 3 But it was the destiny of this great prince to excite the attention and admiration of the public in a very modified degree wherever he might be. Monsieur had fallen into this situation by habit. It was not, perhaps, this which gave him that air of listlessness. Monsieur had been tolerably busy in the course of his life. A man cannot allow the heads of a dozen of his best friends to be cut off without feeling a little excitement ; and as since the accession of Mazarin to power no heads had been cut off, Monsieur’s occupation was gone, and his morale suffered from it. The life of the poor prince was, then, very dull. After his little morning hawking-party on the banks of the Beuvron or in the woods of Chiverny, Monsieur crossed the Loire, went to breakfast at Chambord, with or without an appetite, and the city of Blois heard no more of its sovereign lord and master till the next hawking-day. So much for the ennui extra muros ; of the ennui of the interior we will give the reader an idea if he will with us follow the cavalcade to the majestic porch of the Castle of the States. Monsieur rode a little steady-paced horse, equipped with a large saddle of red Flemish velvet, with stirrups in the shape of buskins ; the horse was of a bay color ; Monsieur’s doublet of crimson velvet blended with the cloak of the same shade and the horse’s equipment ; and it was only by this red appearance of the whole that the prince could be known from his two companions, the one dressed in violet, the other in green. He on the left, in violet, was his equerry; he on the right, in green, was the master of the hounds. One of the pages carried two gerfalcons upon a perch ; the other, a hunting-horn, which he blew with a careless 4 THE VICOMTE DE BRAGELONNE. note at twenty paces from the castle. Every one about this listless prince did what he had to do listlessly. At this signal, eight guards, who were lounging in the sun in the square court, ran to their halberds, and Mon- sieur made his solemn entry into the castle. When he had disappeared under the shades of the porch, three or four idlers, who had followed the cavalcade to the castle, after pointing out the suspended birds to each other, dispersed with comments upon what they saw ; and when they were gone, the street, the place, and the court, all remained deserted alike. Monsieur dismounted without speaking a word, went straight to his apartments, where his valet changed his dress, and, as Madame had not yet sent orders respect- ing breakfast, stretched himself upon a lounge, and was soon as fast asleep as if it had been eleven o’clock at night. The eight guards, who concluded their service for the day was over, laid themselves down very comfortably in the sun upon some stone benches ; the grooms disap- peared with their horses into the stables ; and, with the exception of a few joyous birds, startling each other with their sharp chirping in the tufts of gilliflowers, it might have been thought that the whole castle was as soundly asleep as Monsieur was. All at once, in the midst of this delicious silence, there resounded a clear, ringing laugh, which caused several of the halberdiers in the enjoyment of their siesta to open at least one eye. This burst of laughter proceeded from a window of the castle, visited at this moment by the sun, which sur- rounded it with light in one of those large angles which the profiles of the chimneys mark out upon the walls before midday. THE LETTER. 5 The little balcony of wrought-iron which projected in front of this window was furnished with a pot of red gilli- flowers, another pot of primroses, and an early rose-tree, the foliage of which, beautifully green, was variegated with numerous red specks announcing future roses. In the chamber lighted by this window was a square table covered with an old large-flowered Haarlem tapestry ; in the centre of this table was a long-necked stone bottle, in which were irises and lilies of .the valley; at each end of this table was a young girl. The position of these two young persons was singular ; they might have been taken for two boarders escaped from a convent. One of them, with both elbows on the table, and a pen in her hand, was tracing characters upon a sheet of fine Dutch paper ; the other, kneeling upon a chair, which enabled her to advance her head and bust over the back of it to the middle of the table, was watching her companion as she wrote. Thence the thousand cries, the thousand railleries, the thousand laughs, one of which, more brilliant than the rest, had startled the birds from the wall-flowers, and disturbed the slumbers of Monsieur’s guards. We are taking portraits now ; we shall be allowed, therefore, we hope, to sketch the last two of this chapter. The one who was kneeling in the chair — that is to say, the joyous, the laughing one — was a beautiful girl of from nineteen to tw T enty years, with brown complexion and brown hair, with eyes which sparkled beneath strongly marked brows, and teeth which seemed to shine like pearls between her red coral lips. Her every movement seemed the result of a springing mine ; she did not live, she bounded. The other — she who was writing — looked at her tur* 6 THE VICOMTE DE BRAGELONNE. bulent companion with an eye as limpid, as pure, and as blue as the heaven of that day. Her hair, of a shaded fairness, arranged with exquisite taste, fell in silky curls over her lovely mantling cheeks ; she moved along the paper a delicate hand, whose thinness announced her ex- treme youth. At each burst of laughter that proceeded from her friend she raised, as if annoyed, her white shoulders, which were of refined and pleasing form, but wanting in strength and fulness, as were also her arms and hands. “ Montalais ! Montalais ! ” said she at length, in a voice soft and caressing as a melody, “you laugh too loud; you laugh like a man. You will not only draw the attention of messieurs the guards, but you will not hear Madame’s bell when Madame rings.” This admonition did not make the young girl called Montalais cease either to laugh or to gesticulate. She only replied : “ Louise, you do not speak as you think, my dear ; you know that messieurs the guards, as you call them, have only just begun their sleep, and that a cannon would not waken them ; you know that Ma- dame’s bell can be heard at the bridge of Blois, and that consequently I shall hear it when my services are required by Madame. What annoys you, my child, is that I laugh while you are w T riting ; and what you are afraid of is that Madame de Saint-Remy, your mother, will come up here, as she does sometimes when we laugh too loud ; that she will surprise us, and that she will see that enormous sheet of paper upon which, in a quarter of an hour, you have only traced the words 4 Monsieur Raoul.’ Now, you are right, my dear Louise, because after these words, ‘ Monsieur Raoul/ others may be put so significant and so incendiary as to cause Ma- dame de Saint-Remy to burst out into fire and flames. Ah ! is not that true now ? — say.” THE LETTER. 7 And Montalais redoubled her laughter and noisy provocations. The fair girl at length became quite angry ; she tore the sheet of paper on which, in fact, the words “ Mon- sieur Raoul ” were written in good characters, and crushing the paper in her trembling hands, threw it out of the window. “ There, there ! ” said Mademoiselle de Montalais ; “ there is our little lamb, our gentle dove, angry ! Don’t be afraid, Louise ! Madame de s Saint-Remy will not come ; and if she should, you know I have a quick ear. Besides, what can be more permissible than to write to an old friend of twelve years’ standing, particularly when the letter begins with the words 4 Monsieur Raoul’ 1” “ It is all very well ; I will not write to him at all,” said the young girl. “ Ah ! ah ! in good sooth, Montalais is properly pun- ished,” cried the jeering brunette, still laughing. “ Come, come, let us try another sheet of paper, and finish our despatch off-hand. Good ! there is the bell ringing now. By my faith, so much the worse ! Madame must wait, or else do without her first maid of honor this morning.” A bell, in fact, did ring ; it announced that Madame had finished her toilette, and waited for Monsieur to give her his hand and conduct her from the salon to the refectory. This formality being accomplished with great cere- mony, the husband and wife breakfasted, and then sepa- rated till the hour of dinner, invariably fixed at two o’clock. The sound of this bell caused a door to be opened in the offices on the left hand of the court, from which filed two maitres d’hotel , followed by eight scullions bearing a 8 THE VICOMTE DE BRAGELONNE. kind of hand-barrow loaded with dishes under silver covers. One of the maitres d’hotel , the first in rank, touched one of the guards, who was snoring on his bench, slightly with his wand ; he even carried his kindness so far as to place the halberd which stood against the wall in the hands of the man, stupid with sleep ; after which the soldier, without explanation, escorted the viande of Mon- sieur to the refectory, preceded by a page and the two maitres d' hotel. Wherever the viande passed, the sentinels presented arms. Mademoiselle de Montalais and her companion had watched from their window the details of this ceremony, to which, nevertheless, they must have been pretty well accustomed. But they did not look so much from curi- osity as to be assured that they should not be disturbed. So, guards, scullions, maitres