“A FRIEND.”
“A friend!” cried the prince; “oh! I did not know I had a friend. Who is this friend who thinks of me?” And the duke ran to the window, but could see no one.
“Can it be a snare?” thought he; “but first let me see if there is a double bottom and a ladder.”
The duke then, leaving the light where it was for precaution, groped his way to the cabinet, which he knew so well. He opened it, felt for the bottom shelf, and, to his great joy, found what he looked for. As a thief escapes with his booty, the duke rushed into the next room with his prey. Ten o’clock struck; the duke thought of his hourly visitors, and hid his ladder under a cushion, on which he sat down. Indeed, five minutes had not passed before Maugiron appeared in a dressing-gown, with a sword in one hand and a light in the other. As he came in one of his friends said to him, “The bear is furious, he was breaking everything just now; take care he does not devour you, Maugiron.”
Maugiron made his usual examination; he saw a broken window, but thought the duke had done it in his rage.
“Maugiron!” cried Schomberg, from outside, “are you already eaten that you do not speak? In that case, sigh, at least, that we may know and avenge you.”
The duke trembled with impatience.
“No, no,” said Maugiron, “on the contrary, my bear is quite conquered.”
And so saying he went out and locked the door. When the key had ceased to turn in the lock the duke murmured,—
“Take care, gentlemen, or the duke will be too much for you.”