“And you may understand that if Grimaud’s name were to appear in my will—” The duke began to laugh; then addressing Raoul, who, from the commencement of this conversation, had sunk into a profound reverie, “Young man,” said he, “I know there is to be found here a certain De Vouvray wine, and I believe—” Raoul left the room precipitately to order the wine. In the meantime M. de Beaufort took the hand of Athos.
“What do you mean to do with him?” asked he.
“Nothing at present, monseigneur.”
“Ah! yes, I know; since the passion of the king for La Valliere.”
“Yes, monseigneur.”
“That is all true, then, is it? I think I know her, that little La Valliere. She is not particularly handsome, if I remember right?”
“No, monseigneur,” said Athos.
“Do you know whom she reminds me of?”
“Does she remind your highness of any one?”
“She reminds me of a very agreeable girl, whose mother lived in the Halles.”