"
"Hush!" said Madame de Fiesque glancing at the beautiful Limueil.
"Attend to what concerns yourself."
The young girl turned her eyes to the door. She was expecting Sardini,
a noble Italian, with whom the queen-mother, her relative, married her
after an "accident" which happened in the dressing-room of Catherine
de' Medici herself; but which the young lady won the honor of having a
queen as midwife.
"By the holy Alipantin! Mademoiselle Davila seems to me prettier and
prettier every morning," said Monsieur de Robertet, secretary of
State, bowing to the ladies of the queen-mother.
The arrival of the secretary of State made no commotion whatever,
though his office was precisely what that of a minister is in these
days.
"If you really think so, monsieur," said the beauty, "lend me the
squib which was written against the Messieurs de Guise; I know it was
lent to you."
"It is no longer in my possession," replied the secretary, turning
round to bow to the Duchesse de Guise.
"I have it," said the Comte de Grammont to Mademoiselle Davila, "but I
will give it you on one condition only.
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