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LOUISE
ARNER
BOYD
33-4
in
Spain
2
vols.
8.
(With
permission
of
Levy
et
Fils,
Paris.)
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fmicfterbocftec
press
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Hew
iii
31?
190
VOL.
II.
V
Due
D'ORLEANS
310
LIFE
IN
FRANCE
own
heart.
tenderly.
oc-
cupied.
i
lips.
The
eagerness
with
which
Louis
applied
himself
return,
evoked
Fran-
$aise,
rebuilt
the
Sorbonne,
established
the
Royal
the
King
at
once,
and
to
endeavour
to
obtain
his
per-
the
weather
cleared,
and
Richelieu
had
left
him.
?

Count.
Richelieu
her character
despair.
I
shall
return
in
a
few
minutes.
Saying
which
she
kissed
Mademoiselle
de
Lafayette
on
both
cheeks,
and
withdrew.
Mademoiselle
de
Lafayette,
he
said
in
a
soft,
had
caused
in
her
no
change
of
expression
Cardinal
aback.
He
said
Majesty
to
repose
confidence
in
me
delusion. He was
direction
Chavigny,
who
up
to
this
time
had
attached
little
importance
and
simple
objected
to

passed
into
his
pleasant
face.
Richelieu
did
not
finish
the
To
dedicate
a
young
and
pure
soul
to
God,
he
condition
that
the
lady
herself
deepest
concern,
bowed
occasion,
to
make
some
pure
than
without
you
but
I,
tearful
eyes.
His
earnestness,
his
desolation,
his
entreaties,
glory
of
golden
youth.
He
saw
the
dazzling
lights,
the
fluttering
feathers,
the utmost
this
restraint
any
to
be
misunder-
stood.
There
is
no
other
way
she
said,
speaking
aloud,
and
an
angelic
smile
lit
up
her
face.
She
cast
herself
upon
her
knees,
and
prayed
'
ful
arrangements,
and
he
pledged
himself
to
support
the
King
in
the
trial
awaiting
him.
The
coach
was
in
waiting
which
was
to
bear
her
lines
to
the
Duchesse
de
Senn6cy,
praying
her
to
convey
her
within
him.
The
austerity
of
the
place,
a
rendezvous
of
iron,
Louise
de
Lafayette
stood
before
him.
She
at
your
feet
I
abjure
all
pro-
you.
It
ought
to
have
been
my
privilege
and for
the
Loire,
de
Lafayette,
the
King's
spir-
its
languished.
In
spite
of
his
partial
reconciliation
the
first
virtuous,
and
de-
Majesty.
with
greater
favour
than
defend Sedan
com-
CINQ-MARS.
FROM
A
PAINTING
BY
LENAIN.
himself
prime
minister.
Suspecting
Louis
of
being
too
news,
and
France
to
declare
war
against
France
in
concert
with
Spain.
do
you
shall
all before
taken his

myself
I
have
man
of
Touraine,
whom
he
imprisoned.
The
effect
of
that
copy
of
the
treaty
which
in
love
and
take
place
me
of
my
brother,
even
the
judges
in
the
council-chamber
to
Let
me
At
three
o'clock
in
the
after-
coach
into
the
and
brutal
fellow,
with
bloated
face,
wearing
the
dress
of
a
labourer.
When
he
came
up
to
Cinq-
throat,
put
purpose,
and
carried
away
chamber,
took
out
his
watch
at
the
appointed
time,
and,
with
the
no
one
cared
to
inhabit
a
gloomy
fortress,
of
taste
and
Lyons
in
his
as in
whose
fierce
passions
overshadowed
catch
the
feeble
voice,
which
says
Sire,
I
thank
you
for
this
honour;
I
have
I
am
Louis
XIV.
in
England.
These,
among
many
other
faithful
attendants,
re-
sume
their
places
at
the
petit
coucher,
in
the
grand
cercle,
and
at
the
morning
lever.
Court
a
young
man
named
Giulio
Mazarin,
born
in
Rome
of
a
Sicilian
family,
wreaths
and
flowers
by
this
IPS
VICOMTE
DE
TURENNE.
in Henri
vocation
at
the
Sorbonne.
Deum
sung
for
a
second
great
victory
gained
by
young
Conde .
Mazarin,
by
this
act,
over-
taxed
the
endurance
of
the
citizens.
In
one
night
S
sister.
Such
is
patriotism
under
the
Regency
The
Queen,
overwhelmed
by
the
clamour
of
the
two
duchesses,
in-
vokes
the
help
of
Cardinal
fro
between
court
costume,
imperious
air,
and
casting
a
haughty
glance
at
her
rival,
who,
crimson
in
the
face,
is
fan-
THE
GRAND
CONDE.
back
upon
her
Majesty
at
her
lever,
and
threatens
condescend
to
ask.
The
explanation
is
soon
forthcoming.
waiting
while
you
can.
Majesty
as
those
of
the
Balafre,
at
Blois,
before
his
assassination
by
Henry
III.
Cardinal
Mazarin
as
an
Art
Collector
From
the
painting
by
H.
J.
Vetter.
(With
permission
of
Neurdein
Fibres,
Paris.)
repentant
and
flattered
at
her
summons.
His
obeisance
to
her
is
I
am
what
I
ever
was.
I
do
not
change.
I
wish
I
could
say
the
same
of
your
Ma-
jesty.
Madame,
you
have
greatly
altered,
and
clench
themselves
the
Bastille.
effort.
Her
voice,
which
has
a
strange
ring
in
it,
is
though
talking
against
time.
But
Beaufort,
naturally
unobservant,
is
now
than
King
of
France.
the
throne,
certainly.
I
carried
your
secret
safely
lip
speaks,
to
they
both
rise
hurriedly,
and
contemplate
him
in
mute
astonishment.
posed
crime?
VOL.
II.
6
asks
the
Duchess.
Yes,
madame.

oiselle
de
Hautefort,
whose
countenances
express
the
concern
they
?

discontented
and
to
rebel.
If
a
mob
is
roars
a
stumpy
man,
with
stentorian
voice,
shaking
his
fist,
and
struggling
to
DE RETZ
and
the
court.
Pushed
on
by
the
press
from
behind,
they
now
fore
them.
Anne
of
Austria
beckons
to
them
to

the
head,
draws
secrecy,
a
a
very
red
nose,
begins.
L
ANNE
OF
AUSTRIA.
the
him
among
the
citizens
of
Paris,
who
call
themselves
Frondeurs
I
can
tolerate
me,
says
the
Duchesse
Madame
de
Chevreuse
to
Buckingham
came
to
George
Villiers,
Duke
of
Buckingham,
favourite
of
James
I.,
and
of
his
son,
Charles
I.,
assassinated
by
Felton,
1628.
VOL.
II.
7
expression
what that will be.
profli-
gate
and
coxcomb,
who
richly
deserved
his
fate.
Amiens,
continues
Madame
de
Noailles,
her
was
a
cry,
and
Chevreuse
is
an-
nounced.
follow
her
example,
how
done
before.
She
may
recall
me.
At
Court
in
exile
absent
or
present,
I
am
her
humble
and
devoted
slave.
Majesty
has
become
a
bigot.
She
was
always
reproving
me,
too,
for
those
little
agaceries
(vanities
she
called
them)
dresses
were
cut.
exclaims
Madame
de
Noailles,
turn-
;
My
dear
friend,
says
Madame
de
Chevreuse,
Even
the
that
a
gentle-
man,
who
attends
upon
the
ladies
in
waiting,
called
and
Mademoiselle
de
would
allow
to
tell
her.
my
chateau.
DUCHESSE
DE
CHEVREUSE.
accordance
with
her
Majesty's
taste.
Although
she
never
became
the
Queen's
confidante,
for
many
years
she
held
a
high
station
at
Court.
populace.
She
was
excessively
ridiculous,
yet
herself.
the
warmth.
VOL.
II.
8
flam-
a son
great
honour,
but
bait,
the
occasion,
a
thing
out
Mademoiselle
blushed,
but
was
too
discreet
to
commit
herself
by
a
single
word.
When
Charles
Stuart
entered
the
Queen's
saloon
he
looked
provokingly
well.
His
mother,
nervously
such a
monstrous
appetite,
Thus
passed
the
precious
not?
At
length,
having
gorged
in
a
prodigious
manner,
Charles
Stuart
rose.
He
made
Mademoiselle
a
for.
remains of
and
cowardly.
enter,
says
Mademoiselle,
speaking
from
her
bed.
It
is
well
to
say
that
Mademoiselle
them.
Retire,
Monsieur
le
Captaine,
into
the
anteroom.
I
will
rise
instantly,
and
accompany
you.
But
tell
me,
Monsieur
de
Comminges,
calling
after
him
coach
drawn
up
under
some
trees.
Within
sits
Anne
of
Austria;
the
de
Chevreuse
and
door
announces
innocent
as
OUCHZSSI
DE
LONQUEVILLE.
there
hanging
over
their
only
coach
the door.
Theresa,
daughter
in
the
9
once turbu-
detained
by
Da
Haro,
have
developed
into
a
mortal
malady.
attendants
to
leave
tottering
are
Mazarin's
movements,
but
he
forbears,
fearful
of
angering
the
Cardinal,
whom
suffering
has
made
irritable.)
then,
taking
a
few
steps
onwards,
he
pauses
before
a
Titian.
scandal-
of
an
ashy
hue,
and
he
feebly
calls
his
breathing,
which,
by
reason
horrors of the

France
and
to
the
King.
I
never
got
over
that
negotiation
think
of
my
soul.
Go
now,
Gu6-
dying,
the
cunning
Italian,
determined
once
more
to
dupe
ignorant.
His
all
the
temper
of
to
a
convent.
Poor
Maria
his
shrunken
finger,
and
pointed
to
a
par-
go
gently
set,
a
merry
party,
consisting
everywhere
else
(an
opinion
which,
he could
belongij
petticoat
of
yellow
satin.
the
apart-
ments
of
Madame
abruptly
in
speechless
ecstasy.
to
this
sylvan
retreat
are
habited
as
shepherdesses
and
peasants.
They
form
charming
groups,
like
plays
at
intervals,
now
here,
now
there,
among
the
trees,
is
the
signal
for
the
appearance
of
The
thickest
trees
are
eagerly
seized
on
as
a
slight
pro-
tection
against
the
storm.
Others
hide
themselves
the
fair
Mancini,
once
beloved
by
the
King,
now
Comtesse
de
Soissons,
is
under
the
protection
of
her
dear
De

fainting
beauty
he
bears
so
press
her
closer
to
of
those
long
woodland
glades
which
divide
the
forest.
On
spelling
living Jupiter
An
explanation
was
decidedly
needful.
You
act
uncommonly
agitate
yourself.
I
understand
your
an-
You
will
return
from
whence
you
came
Touraine,
I
be-
PROM A STEEL ENGRAVING
Louise
shrinks
backwards.
of
the
night
wind,
sweeping
over
Saint-Ger
to
speak.
La
Valliere,
when
she
time
under
the
walls
of
Chaillot.
King
heard
that
La
col-
a
blush
of
?


art
and
nature.
He
Praslin.
the
danger
that
the
very
plants
and
shrubs
were
only
permitted
FOUQUET.
an
important
feature
in
the
decorations.
The
seasons
added
their
attributes,
and
that
Fidelity
represents
Fouquet
himself,
your
Majesty.
What
on
earth
can
Fidelity
have
to
do
with
a
and turned
very pale.
the
very
air.
Behind,
the
archi-
glare
and
the
marble
balustrade
near
her.
wrong place.
You will
from
all
possibility
of
listeners.
on
the
faith
of
a
peer
of
France,
no.
Your
Majesty
has
a
rival,
I
repeat.
or
have
COLBERT.
more
than
equivocal.
until
our
return
VOL.
II.
IX
;
a
more
suitable
moment
than
during
a
fete
at
which
you
are
present
in
his
own
house.
Louis
XIV.,
surnamed
Dieudonne ,
and
of
Philip
of
France,
Due
d'Orlans,
born
September,
1601,
died
January,
1666.
before
re-
Maria
Theresa
From
the
painting
by
Velasquez
in
the
Louvre.
in
all
that
con-
cerned
her
sons
and
the
King
of
Spain,
and
caused
every
letter
litany
of
the
little
rest.
When
they
were
undrawn,
the
film
of
death
had
gathered
on
her
eyes.
Beautiful
Saint-Cloud,
enfolded
in
softly
undu-
perfume.
The
scent
of
new-made
hay
palace,
lying
in
the
lowest
lap
suspected
of
poisoning
la
belle
Gabrielle
for
both
Gondi
and
Zametti
had
country
houses
there
Saint-Cloud
was
d'Orleans,
brother
of
days
of
her
adversity
recalled.
Henriette
d'Orleans
is
not
an
Like
her
mother,
her
features
are
irregular,
and
her
mouth
large,
but
her
fresh
English
colouring
tells
well
among
and
as
his
horoscope
he
loved
the
sweet
princess.
He
is
followed
Saint-Ger.
knowledge
of
this
crime.
to
public
curiosity.
of
this
charming,
though
frivolous
princess,
remained
unavenged,
her
by
continually
jumping,
I
used
to
take
such
fearful
among
the
branches
of
the
trees
without
fro.
The
awful
small
rooms
les
petits
apartements
portions
of
the
original
hunting-lodge,
which
was
- as
of
calumny.
Vainly
did
VOL.
II.
13
that
in-
than
for-
a
corner,
sighs,
and
sulks,
or
plays
at
cards,
and
loses
thousands
to
pass
away
the
time.
But
she
says
liberty.
It
is
a
matter
needing
the
nicest
judgment.
You could not
recover
your
spirits
Her
features
were
faultless,
your good-
as herself
Duchesse,
comes.
To
see
you,
dear
Marquise,
as
I
do
now,
must
be
to
esteem
and
respect
you.
His
Majesty's
heart
is
a
long
remorse.
I
see
him
almost
daily.
Those
hours
are
all
that
render
life
endurable.

to
go
a
real
friend,
she
cried
torture,
sometimes
she
astonished
both
La
Valliere
and
the
King
by
her
of
laurels
Nothing
more
than
usual.
VOL.
II.
14
A
thrill
of
joy
shot
through
her
at
the
thought.
Once
the
sound
of
footsteps
was
audible,
DE MONTESPAN.
stroke,
every
little
turn
of
thought
upon
Val-
liere,
too
well.
Who
can
tell
if
it
is
not
point
lace
and
jewels,
from
again,
said
he,
uncover-
ing,
and
taking
will
endear
you
Sire,
you
love
another.
Hitherto
I
have
quieted
sprang
involuntarily
into
the
King's
lost
you.
Louis,
crimson
with
passion,
did
not
reply.
He
was
stern
and
set.
For
a
La
Valliere
replied
that
her
fessed Carmelite.
month
of
June.
The
orchards
were
laden
with
the
promise
of
coming
fruit
that
world
which
receive her.
by
Mademoiselle
A
likeness
of
his
Majesty
on
horseback,
when
a
youth,
hung
over
the
chimney-piece.
Beyond
the
writing-cabinet
was
a
Not
even
La
Grande
Mademoiselle
could
prevent
the
soft
sum-
mer
breezes
from
rippling
its
silvery
current,
the
sun
from
playing
vagrant
pranks
upon
its
wavelets,
or
possibility
could
blame
herself.
company
of
Lauzun,
who
affected
an
indifference
towards
her,
a
rough
was
precisely
what
Lauzun
intended.
We
On the
of Ma-
only
does
and
point-lace
VOL.
II.
15
mute.
I
shall
a
bold,
cold
gaze.
only
be
happy
with
a
I
am
very
lonely,
Monsieur
he
draws
a
little
back.
me?
she
murmurs.
When
humility.
Devotion
is
often
the
refuge
of
single
women.
are
insurmountable
difficulties.
Name
them,
I
entreat
you,
she
cries
impe-
riously.
twice
she
tried
to
do
so,
but
Lauzun
invariably
turned
the
conversa-
my
intended
written
he
your
Great
as
is
my
respect
for
your
highness,
I
cannot
permit
myself
stirred her
Madame
de
Montespan
is
treacherous,
some link
Lauzun,
and
smiled.
16
the most win-
a
heavy
bribe
to
one
days
of
their
liaison,
and
pre-
vailed

on
that
subject.
Need
I
repeat
it?
for
Lauzun,
continued
the
ficed.
De
Montespan
spoke
pompously.
already.
Remember,
Louvois
of.)
Let
this
kiss
seal
my
with
his
attendants,
he
passed
hiding-place.
He
hastily
replaced
his
wig,
so
hastily,
indeed,
that
he
he
did,
closing
the
doors
with
palace.
To
a
personage,
as
the
betrothed
of
Mademoiselle,
and
cousin-to-be
yes,
I
can
prove
what
I
say.
I
have
heard
every
word
you
said
of
me
to
the
King.
I
was
present
concealed.
Ah
shrieked
Madame
de
Montespan,
agonised
be
signed
grandest
air,
and
Boucherat,
a
tall
spare
man,
with
a
singularly
doleful
expression
of
countenance,
looks
several
your
command
drawn
up
these
deeds,
as
you
bade
me.
But,
and
he
again
round
and
glances
fondly
at
Lauzun,
Lauzun,
then
at
Mademoiselle,
in
a
bold,
firm
hand,
air.
name
of
your
highness's
I?
at
the
King's
LOUVOI&
makes me wretched.
neither
her
entreaties
nor
her
sufferings
could
for
an
when
they
encroached
upon
his
royal
state,
Louis
relaxed
his
rigid
attitude,
condescended
to
turn
his
coat of
Overcome
as
was
Mademoiselle,
she
perceived
the
Kill
me
that
to
obey
you,
I
will
never,
into
savage
abuse.
scabbard
you
motionless
behind
chastise
you
Ludwigs
XIV.
of
Normandy.
she
for her
King
of
Portugal.
Before
quitting
France,
she
called
on
all
she
knew.
Among
first
magnitude
in
that
MADAME
DE
SEVIQNE.
From
an
old
engraving.
well-dressed
per-
ballet,
she
says,
with
a
sigh.
D'Artagnan,
a
bluff,
soldierly
fellow,
but
crafty
withal,
and
shrewd,
a
good
highness,
St.
Cath-
erine's
day,
at
Saint-Germain,
the
Comte
de
Roche-
fort
brought
him
into
the
guard-room,
and
consigned
gazed
at
me,
but
did
not
guilty.
I
have
served
my
King
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II.
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in
my
exalted
position
to
hear,
that
Lauzun
cares
only
for
my
revenues
not
for
myself.

)
a
little
Mademoiselle
smiles,
and
bows
graciously.
She
pitiable
object.
passing.
She
has
sense,
however,
to
make
a
sign
lady,
Main-
so
constant,
so
energetic
have
been
his
prayers.
It
is
to
him
her
gratitude
is
due.
incensed
at
any
withdrawal
on
your
part
now,
that
your
personal
her
tac-
tics
and
the
approaching
return
of
Lauzun,

He is dressed
wig
with
flowing
curls,
which
covers
wife of
the
governor,
the
Marquise
d'Alluye.
Mademoiselle
had
been
informed
of
this.)
It
gives
me
infinite
pain
to
hear
that
you
have
been
ill,
but
I
rejoice
to
see
you
so
perfectly
restored.
I
never
saw
you
looking
better
in
my
life.
MADAME
DE
MAINTENON.
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