The Vermont transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1864-1870, 1865-11-10

lac ne hDle 10 perform yOul uuOioo az
court"
"And on returning p
1--WE will not return"
1--WE return !" slowly
calculated Count de Beaugency.
"Whero then shall we proceed p
Nowhere. We will remain at
/ Courlac"
"All the summer ?"
"And all the winter count upon
settling myself there, after our mar
riage have horror of the court
| do not like the turmoil Grandeur
wearics me- look forward only to a
simple and charming country life-to
the tranquil and happy existence of
the forgotten lady of the castle
What matters it to you? You are am
bilious for my loves sake. / care but
little for ambition; you ought to care
for it still less, since you are in love
) with me-"
, But, marchioness-"
Hush it's bargain. Still, for
forms sake, I give you one hour to re-
2 fleet. There, pass out that way go
: into the winter drawing-room that
you will find at the end of the gallery,
3 and send me your answer upon leaf
Of your tablets | am about to com
i plete my toilet, which left unfinished
to receive you.
And the marchioness opened a door,
t bowed Beaugency into the corridor,
S and closed the door upon him.
: 'Marchioness, cried the king, from
: his hiding-place and through the
: screen, you will offer the Count dc
: Menneval the embassy of Prussia,
f which | promise you for him.
"And you will not emerge from
your retreat ?"
Certainly not 1t is far more anus
ing to remain behind the scenes. One
hears all, laughs at ones ease, and is
not troubled with saying anything"
t 1t struck two. Count de Menneval
g was announced. His majesty remained
: snug, and slammed dead.
| Count de Menneval was at all points
= cavalier who yielded nothing to his
: rival, Count de Beaugency. He was
S fair. He had blue eye, broad fore
t head, mouth that wore dreamy ex-
preston, and that somewhat pensive
. air which became so well the trouba-
dours of France in the olden time
= He was timid, but he passionately
loved the beautiful widow; and his
i dearest dream was of passing his
whole life at her feet, in well-chosen
e retirement, far from those enyious
1 lookers-on, who are ever ready to
e fling their sarcasms on quiet happi-
ness, and who dissemble their envy
: under a cloak ofphilosophic scepticism.
: He trembled as he entered the mar
| chioness's boudoir. He remained
= standing before her, and blushed as
5 he kissed her hand. At length, en-
couraged by a smile, emboldened by
f the solemnity of this coveted inter
/ view, he spoke to her of his love, with
poetic simplicity and an unpremed-
4 itated warmth of heart-the genuine
enthusiasm of priest, who has faith
/ in the object of his alteration.
| AS he spoke, the marchioness sighed
and said within herself, "He is right
/ Love is happiness. Love is to be two
indeed, but one at the same time; and
| free from those importunate inter
meddlers, the Indifference or the
hooking attention of the world"
i She remembered, however, the adj
vice of the king, and thus addressed
! the count:
"What will you indeed do, my lord,
] in order to convince me of your affec-
= tions?"
"All that man can do"
The count was less bold than Beau
y gency, who had talked of conquering
throne. He was probably more sin
cere.
a 81 am ambitious" said the widow,
"Ah !" replied Count de Menneyal,
/ sorrowfully,
"And | would that the man whom
marry should aspire to everything,
and achieve everything"
! Il will try SO to do, if you wish it. A"
Listen; give you an hour to re-
fleet. l am, you know, the kings god
y daughter. ! have begged Of him an
. embassy for you"
"Ah !" said Count de Menneyal, with
: indifference.
'He has granted my request. If you
love me, you will accept the offer We
q will be married this evening, and your