"For the present, begone, M.de Bragelonne, for Madame de Saint-Remy is not over indulgent; and any indiscretion on her part might bring hither a domiciliary visit, which would be disagreeable to all parties." "But Louise--how shall I know----" "Begone! begone! King Louis XI.

knew very well what he was about when he invented the post." "Alas!" sighed Raoul.
"And am I not here--I, who am worth all the posts in the kingdom?
Quick, I say, to horse! so that if Madame de Saint-Remy should return for the purpose of preaching me a lesson on morality, she may not find you here." "She would tell my father, would she not ?" murmured Raoul.
"And you would be scolded.

Ah, vicomte, it is very plain you come from court; you are as timid as the king.

Peste! at Blois we contrive better than that to do without papa's consent.

Ask Malicorne else!" And at these words the girl pushed Raoul out of the room by the shoulders.