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The Three Musketeers
Alexandre Dumas père
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In Which M. Seguier Looks More Than Once For The Bell
It is impossible to form an idea of the impression these few words made upon Louis XIII.
He grew pale and red alternately; and the cardinal saw at once that he had recovered by a
single blow all the ground he had lost.
"Buckingham in Paris!" cried he, "and why does he come?"
"To conspire, no doubt, with your enemies, the Huguenots and the Spaniards."
"No, PARDIEU, no! To conspire against my honor with Madame de Chevreuse, Madame
de Longueville, and the Condes."
"Oh, sire, what an idea! The queen is too virtuous; and besides, loves your Majesty too
"Woman is weak, Monsieur Cardinal," said the king; "and as to loving me much, I have
my own opinion as to that love."
"I not the less maintain," said the cardinal, "that the Duke of Buckingham came to Paris
for a project wholly political."
"And I am sure that he came for quite another purpose, Monsieur Cardinal; but if the
queen be guilty, let her tremble!"
"Indeed," said the cardinal, "whatever repugnance I may have to directing my mind to
such a treason, your Majesty compels me to think of it. Madame de Lannoy, whom,
according to your Majesty's command, I have frequently interrogated, told me this
morning that the night before last her Majesty sat up very late, that this morning she wept
much, and that she was writing all day."
"That's it!" cried the king; "to him, no doubt. Cardinal, I must have the queen's papers."
"But how to take them, sire? It seems to me that it is neither your Majesty nor myself
who can charge himself with such a mission."
"How did they act with regard to the Marechale d'Ancre?" cried the king, in the highest
state of choler; "first her closets were thoroughly searched, and then she herself."
"The Marechale d'Ancre was no more than the Marechale d'Ancre. A Florentine
adventurer, sire, and that was all; while the august spouse of your Majesty is Anne of
Austria, Queen of France--that is to say, one of the greatest princesses in the world."
"She is not the less guilty, Monsieur Duke! The more she has forgotten the high position
in which she was placed, the more degrading is her fall. Besides, I long ago determined to