I shall be unable, therefore, to prolong my residence, as your highness has so kindly invited me to do." "When do you leave ?" inquired Philip, with an expression full of interest.
"To-morrow, monseigneur.

My carriages have been ready for three days." The Duc d'Orleans made a movement of the head, which seemed to signify, "Since you are determined, duke, there is nothing to be said." Buckingham returned the gesture, concealing under a smile a contraction of his heart; and then Monsieur moved away in the same direction by which he had approached.

At the same moment, however, De Guiche advanced from the opposite direction.

Raoul feared that the impatient young man might possibly make the proposition himself, and hurried forth before him.
"No, no, Raoul, all is useless now," said Guiche, holding both his hands towards the duke, and leading him behind a column.

"Forgive me, duke, for what I wrote to you, I was mad; give me back my letter." "It is true," said the duke, "you cannot owe me a grudge any longer now." "Forgive me, duke; my friendship, my lasting friendship is yours." "There is certainly no reason why you should bear me any ill-will from the moment I leave her never to see her again." Raoul heard these words, and comprehending that his presence was now useless between the young men, who had now only friendly words to exchange, withdrew a few paces; a movement which brought him closer to De Wardes, who was conversing with the Chevalier de Lorraine respecting the departure of Buckingham.