Ten Years Later by Alexandre Dumas (suggested reading TXT) 📗
- Author: Alexandre Dumas
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Manicamp, who was following closely behind De Guiche and who did not lose a word of what the prince was saying, bent down to his very shoulders over his horse’s neck, in order to conceal the laughter he could not repress.
“Besides, your exile started a project in my head.”
“Good.”
“When the chevalier—finding you were no longer here, and sure of reigning undisturbed—began to bully me, I, observing that my wife, in the most perfect contrast to him, was most kind and amiable towards me who had neglected her so much, the idea occurred to me of becoming a model husband—a rarity, a curiosity, at the court; and I had an idea of getting very fond of my wife.”
De Guiche looked at the prince with a stupefied expression of countenance, which was not assumed.
“Oh! monseigneur,” De Guiche stammered out; “surely, that never seriously occurred to you.”
“Indeed it did. I have some property that my brother gave me on my marriage; she has some money of her own, and not a little either, for she gets money from her brother and brother-in-law of England and France at the same time. Well! we should have left the court. I should have retired to my chateau at Villers-Cotterets, situated in the middle of a forest, in which we should have led a most sentimental life in the very same spot where my grandfather, Henry IV., sojourned with La Belle Gabrielle. What do you think of that idea, De Guiche?”
“Why, it is enough to make one shiver, monseigneur,” replied De Guiche, who shuddered in reality.
“Ah! I see you would never be able to endure being exiled a second time.”
“I, monseigneur?”
“I will not carry you off with us, as I had first intended.”
“What, with you, monseigneur?”
“Yes; if the idea should occur to me again of taking a dislike to the court.”
“Oh! do not let that make any difference, monseigneur; I would follow your highness to the end of the world.”
“Clumsy fellow that you are!” said Manicamp, grumblingly, pushing his horse towards De Guiche, so as almost to unseat him, and then, as he passed close to him, as if he had lost command over the horse, he whispered, “For goodness’ sake, think what you are saying.”
“Well, it is agreed, then,” said the prince; “since you are so devoted to me, I shall take you with me.”
“Anywhere, monseigneur,” replied De Guiche in a joyous tone, “whenever you like, and at once, too. Are you ready?”
And De Guiche, laughingly, gave his horse the rein, and galloped forward a few yards.
“One moment,” said the prince. “Let us go to the chateau first.”
“What for?”
“Why, to take my wife, of course.”
“What for?” asked De Guiche.
“Why, since I tell you that it is a project of conjugal affection, it is necessary I should take my wife with me.”
“In that case, monseigneur,” replied the comte, “I am greatly concerned, but no De Guiche for you.”
“Bah!”
“Yes.—Why do you take Madame with you?”
“Because I begin to fancy I love her,” said the prince.
De Guiche turned slightly pale, but endeavored to preserve his seeming cheerfulness.
“If you love Madame, monseigneur,” he said, “that ought to be quite enough for you, and you have no further need of your friends.”
“Not bad, not bad,” murmured Manicamp.
“There, your fear of Madame has begun again,” replied the prince.
“Why, monseigneur, I have experienced that to my cost; a woman who was the cause of my being exiled!”
“What a revengeful disposition you have, De Guiche, how virulently you bear malice.”
“I should like the case to be your own, monseigneur.”
“Decidedly, then, that was the reason why you danced so badly yesterday; you wished to revenge yourself, I suppose, by trying to make Madame make a mistake in her dancing; ah! that is very paltry, De Guiche, and I will tell Madame of it.”
“You may tell her whatever you please, monseigneur, for her highness cannot hate me more than she does.”
“Nonsense, you are exaggerating; and this because merely of the fortnight’s sojourn in the country she imposed on you.”
“Monseigneur, a fortnight is a fortnight; and when the time is passed in getting sick and tired of everything, a fortnight is an eternity.”
“So that you will not forgive her?”
“Never!”
“Come, come, De Guiche, be a better disposed fellow than that. I wish to make your peace with her; you will find, in conversing with her, that she has no malice or unkindness in her nature, and that she is very talented.”
“Monseigneur—”
“You will see that she can receive her friends like a princess, and laugh like a citizen’s wife; you will see that, when she pleases, she can make the pleasant hours pass like minutes. Come, De Guiche, you must really make up your differences with my wife.”
“Upon my word,” said Manicamp to himself, “the prince is a husband whose wife’s name will bring him ill-luck, and King Candaules, of old, was a tiger beside his royal highness.”
“At all events,” added the prince, “I am sure you will make it up with my wife: I guarantee you will do so. Only, I must show you the way now. There is nothing commonplace about her: it is not every one who takes her fancy.”
“Monseigneur—”
“No resistance, De Guiche, or I shall get out of temper,” replied the prince.
“Well, since he will have it so,” murmured Manicamp, in Guiche’s ear, “do as he wants you to do.”
“Well, monseigneur,” said the comte, “I obey.”
“And to begin,” resumed the prince, “there will be cards, this evening, in Madame’s apartment; you will dine with me, and I will take you there with me.”
“Oh! as for that, monseigneur,” objected De Guiche, “you will allow me to object.”
“What, again! this is positive rebellion.”
“Madame received me too
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