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A NEST IN A CONVENT. | CHAPTER XLIV. A NEST IN A CONVENT. 293 After the door of the Abbey of St. Claire d’Ennery had closed upon the fugitives, Monsieur de Pomereux turned to Monsieur de Charny. ‘Well, monsieur?”’ said the count. “T return to Paris,’’ replied Monsieur de Charny. ‘To ses my clorious cousin, no doubt.’’ ‘‘To see Monsieur de Louvois, to whom I will make known the aid which you have lent me in all this affair; I have no doubt but what he will demonstrate to you his _keen satisfaction in the matter.’’ ‘‘Parbleu! my dear Monsieur de Charny, I count on your friendship to be assured that you will be the first to bring me news of it.”’ The body of Bouletord was picked up from the road, and the little troop gained Pontoise, where Monsieur de Charny and Monsieur de Pomereux separated. The former took post horses and returned to Paris; the other looked around the streets until he had found a cabaret, and gavly in- stalled himself therein. Monsieur de Pomereux conducted himself ina manner to prove-to the most incredulous that bad fortune had not deprived him of-his appetite. At day- break the count buckled on his belt and paid his reckoning. ‘‘Monsieur de Charny must, by this time,’’ he said to himself, ‘‘have rendered an account to my illustrious cousin of the result of our pursuit. It is a narrative which will have shown me under such an heroic point of view, that I will hardly know how to escape the gratitude of monseigneur le ministre. I have indeed a small pretext to allege in my justification, but with a minister of that character, it is necessary to be fourteen times right not to I have still the resource of going to fight the Turks, but, in the mean- When I shall be in the house of the Prince de Condé, the minister will respect me beyond all question. My pretext will at once be in the wrong; my pretext is insufficient. time, the shortest way is to go to Chantilly. take the stature of a truth.’’ Monsieur de Pomereux mounted his horse, took an un- used road and went straight to the roval residence of the Prince de Condé. The Prince de Condé, the same who was one day to be called the great Condé, had seen the father \ (fo) m (€ oo\e) “S (G()