Ten Years Later by Dumas, Alexandre. Part one

regretting the past which he had been forced to quit so

quickly, that is to say, his lady-love; and the other part

to the friend he was about to join, so much too slowly for

his wishes.

Raoul found the garden-gate open, and rode straight in,

without regarding the long arms, raised in anger, of an old

man dressed in a jacket of violet-colored wool, and a large

cap of faded velvet.

The old man, who was weeding with his hands a bed of dwarf

roses and marguerites, was indignant at seeing a horse thus

traversing his sanded and nicely-raked walks. He even

ventured a vigorous “Humph!” which made the cavalier turn

round. Then there was a change of scene; for no sooner had

he caught sight of Raoul’s face, than the old man sprang up

and set off in the direction of the house, amidst

interrupted growlings, which appeared to be paroxysms of

wild delight.

When arrived at the stables, Raoul gave his horse to a

little lackey, and sprang up the perron with an ardor that

would have delighted the heart of his father.

He crossed the ante-chamber, the dining-room, and the salon,

without meeting with any one; at length, on reaching the

door of M. de la Fere’s apartment, he rapped impatiently,

and entered almost without waiting for the word “Enter!”

which was vouchsafed him by a voice at once sweet and

serious. The comte was seated at a table covered with papers

and books; he was still the noble, handsome gentleman of

former days, but time had given to this nobleness and beauty

a more solemn and distinct character. A brow white and void

of wrinkles, beneath his long hair, now more white than

black; an eye piercing and mild, under the lids of a young

man; his mustache, fine but slightly grizzled, waved over

lips of a pure and delicate model, as if they had never been

curled by mortal passions; a form straight and supple; an

irreproachable but thin hand — this was what remained of

the illustrious gentleman whom so many illustrious mouths

had praised under the name of Athos. He was engaged in

correcting the pages of a manuscript book, entirely filled

by his own hand.

Raoul seized his father by the shoulders, by the neck, as he

could, and embraced him so tenderly and so rapidly, that the

comte had neither strength nor time to disengage himself, or

to overcome his paternal emotions.

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“What! you here, Raoul, — you! Is it possible?” said he.

“Oh, monsieur, monsieur, what joy to see you once again!”

“But you don’t answer me, vicomte. Have you leave of

absence, or has some misfortune happened at Paris?”

“Thank God, monsieur,” replied Raoul, calming himself by

degrees, “nothing has happened but what is fortunate. The

king is going to be married, as I had the honor of informing

you in my last letter, and, on his way to Spain, he will

pass through Blois.”

“To pay a visit to Monsieur?”

“Yes, monsieur le comte. So, fearing to find him unprepared,

or wishing to be particularly polite to him, monsieur le

prince sent me forward to have the lodgings ready.”

“You have seen Monsieur?” asked the vicomte, eagerly.

“I have had that honor.”

“At the castle?”

“Yes, monsieur,” replied Raoul, casting down his eyes,

because, no doubt, he had felt there was something more than

curiosity in the comte’s inquiries.

“Ah, indeed, vicomte? Accept my compliments thereupon.”

Raoul bowed.

“But you have seen some one else at Blois?”

“Monsieur, I saw her royal highness, Madame.”

“That’s very well: but it is not Madame that I mean.’

Raoul colored deeply, but made no reply.

“You do not appear to understand me, monsieur le vicomte,”

persisted M. de la Fere, without accenting his words more

strongly, but with a rather severer look.

“I understand you quite plainly, monsieur,” replied Raoul,

“and if I hesitate a little in my reply, you are well

assured I am not seeking for a falsehood.”

“No, you cannot tell a lie, and that makes me so astonished

you should be so long in saying yes or no.”

“I cannot answer you without understanding you very well,

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