Bragelonne could not resist smiling as, thinking of the
princess, he said to himself, " Hers is indeed a heart well
besieged ; " and then added compassionately, his thoughts
reverting to Monsieur, " and he is a husband well threat-
ened too. It is a good thing for him that he is a prince
of such high rank, and that he has an army to guard that
which is his own." Bragelonne watched for some time
the conduct of the two lovers ; listened to the sonorous
breathing of Manicamp, who snored as imperiously as
though he had his blue and gold instead of his violet
suit, and then turned towards the night breeze which
bore to him the distant song of a nightingale ; then, after
having laid in a due provision of melancholy, another
nocturnal malady, lie retired to rest, thinking, with regard
to his own love affair, that perhaps four or six eyes quite
as ardent as those of De Guiohe and Buckingham were
coveting his own idol in the chateau at Blois. " And
Mademoiselle de Montalais is by no means a very safe
guardian," said he to himself, as he sighed aloud.
FROM HAVRE '10 PARIS. 363



CHAPTEE XXXIX.
FROM HAVRE TO PARIS.
