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The King’s Closet at the Tuileries.

           wrote,inahandassmallaspossible,anothernoteonthemarginofhisHorace,andthenlookingatthedukewiththeairofamanwhothinkshehasanideaofhisown,whileheisonlycommentingupontheideaofanother,said

           "Goon,mydearduke,goonIlisten."

           "Sire,"saidBlacas,whohadforamomentthehopeofsacrificingVilleforttohisownprofit,"Iamcompelledtotellyouthatthesearenotmererumorsdestituteoffoundationwhichthusdisquietme;butaserious-mindedman,deservingallmyconfidence,andchargedbymetowatchoverthesouth"(thedukehesitatedashepronouncedthesewords),"hasarrivedbyposttotellmethatagreatperilthreatenstheking,andsoIhastenedtoyou,sire."

           "Maladucisavidomum,"continuedLouisXVIII.,stillannotating.

           "Doesyourmajestywishmetodropthesubject?"

           "Bynomeans,mydearduke;butjuststretchoutyourhand."

           "Which?"

           "Whicheveryoupleasetheretotheleft."

           "Here,sire?"

           "Itellyoutotheleft,andyouarelookingtotheright;Imeanonmyleftyes,there.Youwillfindyesterday’sreportoftheministerofpolice.ButhereisM.Dandrehimself;"andM.Dandre,announcedbythechamberlain-inwaiting,entered.

           "Comein,"saidLouisXVIII.,withrepressedsmile,"comein,Baron,andtellthedukeallyouknowthelatestnewsofM.

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