"First tell me is the lady the mistress of M. du Bouchage, or of his brother?" The blood mounted to Remy's face. "Of neither," said he: "the lady upstairs has no lover." "No lover! But then she is a wonder; morbleu! a woman who has no lover! we have found the philosopher's stone." "Then," said Remy, "what does M. le Duc d'Anjou want my mistress to do?" "He wants her to come to Chateau-Thierry, where he is going at his utmost speed." "This is, upon my word, a passion very quickly conceived." "That is like monseigneur." "I only see one difficulty," said Remy. "What is that?" "That my mistress is about to embark for England." "Diable! this, then, is where you must try to aid me."--"How?" "By persuading her to go in an opposite direction." "You do not know my mistress, monsieur; she is not easily persuaded. Besides, even if she were persuaded to go to Chateau-Thierry instead of England, do you think she would yield to the prince?" "Why not?" "She does not love the duke." "Bah! not love a prince of the blood." "But if Monseigneur the Duc d'Anjou suspects my mistress of loving M. du Bouchage, or M. de Joyeuse, how did he come to think of carrying her off from him she loved?" "My good man," said Aurilly, "you have trivial ideas, and I fear we shall never understand each other; I have preferred kindness to violence, but if you force me to change my plans, well! I will change them." "What will you do?" "I told you I had full powers from the duke to kill you and carry off the lady." "And you believe you could do it with impunity?" "I believe all my master tells me to believe. Come, will you persuade your mistress to come to France?" "I will try, but I can answer for nothing." "And when shall I have the answer?" "I will go up at once and see what I can do." "Well, go up; I will wait. But one last word; you know that your fortune and life hang on your answer." "I know it." "That will do; I will go and get the horses ready." "Do not be in too great a hurry." "Bah! I am sure of the answer; no one is cruel to a prince." "I fancied that happened sometimes." "Yes, but very rarely." While Remy went up, Aurilly proceeded to the stables without feeling any doubt as to the result. "Well!" said Diana, on seeing Remy. "Well, madame, the duke has seen you." "And--" "And he says he loves you." "Loves me! but you are mad, Remy." "No; I tell you that he--that man--that wretch, Aurilly, told me so." "But, then, he recognized me?" "If he had, do you think that Aurilly would have dared to present himself and talk to you of love in the prince's name? No, he did not recognize you." "Yes, you must be right, Remy. So many things have passed during six years through that infernal brain, that he has forgotten me. Let us follow this man." "But this man will recognize you." "Why should his memory be better than his master's?"