Ten Years Later by Dumas, Alexandre. Part two

require half a lifetime thoroughly to acquire, and which

some persons, notwithstanding all their study, never attain.

“Of Belle-Isle-en-Mer! Ah!” said D’Artagnan. “It belongs to

you, I believe, M. Fouquet?”

“M. Fouquet has just told me that he had presented it to the

king,” said Buckingham.

“Do you know Belle-Isle, chevalier?” inquired Fouquet.

“I have only been there once,” replied D’Artagnan, with

readiness and good-humor.

“Did you remain there long?”

“Scarcely a day.”

“Did you see much of it while you were there?”

“All that could be seen in a day.”

“A great deal can be seen with observation as keen as

yours,” said Fouquet; at which D’Artagnan bowed.

During this Raoul made a sign to Buckingham. “M. Fouquet,”

said Buckingham, “I leave the captain with you, he is more

learned than I am in bastions, scarps, and counter-scarps,

and I will join one of my friends, who has just beckoned

me.” Saying this, Buckingham disengaged himself from the

group, and advanced towards Raoul, stopping for a moment at

the table where the queen-mother, the young queen, and the

king were playing together.

“Now, Raoul,” said De Guiche, “there he is; be firm and

quick.”

Buckingham, having made some complimentary remark to Madame,

continued his way towards Raoul, who advanced to meet him,

while De Guiche remained in his place, though he followed

him with his eyes. The maneuver was so arranged that the

young men met in an open space which was left vacant,

between the group of players and the gallery, where they

walked, stopping now and then for the purpose of saying a

few words to some of the graver courtiers who were walking

there. At the moment when the two lines were about to unite,

they were broken by a third. It was Monsieur who advanced

toward the Duke of Buckingham. Monsieur had his most

engaging smile on his red and perfumed lips.

“My dear duke,” said he, with the most affectionate

politeness; “is it really true what I have just been told?”

Buckingham turned round, he had not noticed Monsieur

approach; but had merely heard his voice. He started in

spite of his command over himself, and a slight pallor

overspread his face. “Monseigneur,” he asked, “what has been

told you that surprises you so much?”

“That which throws me into despair, and will, in truth, be a

real cause of mourning for the whole court.”

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“Your highness is very kind, for I perceive that you allude

to my departure.”

“Precisely.”

Guiche had overheard the conversation from where he was

standing, and started in his turn. “His departure,” he

murmured. “What does he say?”

Philip continued with the same gracious air, “I can easily

conceive, monsieur, why the king of Great Britain recalls

you; we all know that King Charles II.; who appreciates true

gentlemen, cannot dispense with you. But it cannot be

supposed we can let you go without great regret; and I beg

you to receive the expression of my own.”

“Believe me, monseigneur,” said the duke, “that if I quit

the court of France —- ”

“Because you are recalled; but, if you suppose the

expression of my own wish on the subject might possibly have

any influence with the king, I will gladly volunteer to

entreat his majesty Charles II. to leave you with us a

little while longer.”

“I am overwhelmed, monseigneur, by so much kindness,”

replied Buckingham, “but I have received positive commands.

My residence in France was limited; I have prolonged it at

the risk of displeasing my gracious sovereign. It is only

this very day that I recollected I ought to have set off

four days ago.”

“Indeed,” said Monsieur.

“Yes, but,” added Buckingham, raising his voice in such a

manner that the princess could hear him, — “but I resemble

that dweller in the East, who turned mad, and remained so

for several days, owing to a delightful dream that he had

had, but who one day awoke, if not completely cured, in some

respects rational at least. The court of France has its

intoxicating properties, which are not unlike this dream, my

lord; but at last I wake and leave it. I shall be unable,

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