I am your friend; whatever you would wish me to do, I will do.

Malicorne is more powerful than you would think.

Do you wish to go to Paris ?" "Alas!" sighed Louise.
"Do you wish to come to Paris ?" "To remain here alone, in this old castle, I who have enjoyed the delightful habit of listening to your songs, of pressing your hand, of running about the park with you.

Oh! how I shall be _ennuyee!_ how quickly I shall die!" "Do you wish to come to Paris ?" Louise breathed another sigh.
"You do not answer me." "What would you that I should reply ?" "Yes or no; that is not very difficult, I think." "Oh! you are very fortunate, Montalais!" "That is to say you would like to be in my place." Louise was silent.
"Little obstinate thing!" said Montalais; "did ever any one keep her secrets from her friend thus?
But, confess that you would like to come to Paris; confess that you are dying with the wish to see Raoul again." "I cannot confess that." "Then you are wrong." "In what way ?" "Because--do you not see this _brevet ?_" "To be sure I do." "Well, I would have got you a similar one." "By whose means ?" "Malicorne's." "Aure, are you telling the truth?
Is that possible ?" "Malicorne is there; and what he has done for me, he surely can do for you." Malicorne had heard his name pronounced twice; he was delighted at having an opportunity of coming to a conclusion with Madame de Saint-Remy, and he turned round:-- "What is the question, mademoiselle ?" "Come hither, Malicorne," said Montalais, with an imperious gesture.
Malicorne obeyed.
"A _brevet_ like this," said Montalais.
"How so ?" "A _brevet_ like this; that is plain enough." "But--" "I want one--I must have one!" "Oh! oh! you must have one!" "Yes." "It is impossible, is it not, M.Malicorne ?" said Louise, with her sweet, soft voice.
"If it is for _you_, mademoiselle--" "For me.

Yes, Monsieur Malicorne, it _would_ be for me." "And if Mademoiselle de Montalais asks it at the same time--" "Mademoiselle de Montalais does not ask it, she requires it." "Well! we will endeavor to obey you, mademoiselle." "And you will have her named ?" "We will try." "No evasive answers, Louise de la Valliere shall be maid of honor to Madame Henrietta within a week." "How you talk!" "Within a week, or else--" "Well! or else ?" "You may take back your _brevet_, Monsieur Malicorne; I will not leave my friend." "Dear Montalais!" "That is right.