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I daresay his conscience smote him, for they all say at home I am the picture of aunt Ginevra. Mamma often declares the likeness is quite ridiculous." "Were you the only visitor?" "The only visitor? Yes; then there was missy, my cousin: little spoiled, pampered thing." "M. de Bassompierre has a daughter?" "Yes, yes: don't tease one with questions. Oh, dear! I am so tired." She yawned.

More than once, too, they had to look on Him whose face flesh scarce can see and live: they had to pay their tribute to the King of Terrors. In the fulness of years, M. de Bassompierre was taken: in ripe old age departed Louisa Bretton. Once even there rose a cry in their halls, of Rachel weeping for her children; but others sprang healthy and blooming to replace the lost: Dr.

Raoul stared on hearing this name and looked at the count to be quite sure that it was he whom the lieutenant thus addressed. "That name sounds strange to you," said Athos, smiling; "it was my nom de guerre when Monsieur D'Artagnan, two other gallant friends and myself performed some feats of arms at the siege of La Rochelle, under the deceased cardinal and Monsieur de Bassompierre.

Every other authority, however, contradicts this assertion, which is indeed too monstrous to be credible. L'Etoile, vol. i. p. 550. This residence, which was situated near the Bastille, and subsequently known as the Hôtel de Lesdiguières, was the same in which la belle Gabrielle had breathed her last. Bassompierre, Mém. p. 25. Wraxall, History of France, vol. vi. p. 187.

Bassompierre followed the king shortly afterwards and brought him his money. He said that he had never seen a man so desperate, so transported. The matter was indeed one of deepest and universal import.

He was at cards in his cabinet with Bassompierre and others when d'Elbene entered and made a private communication to him. "Bassompierre, my friend," whispered the King immediately in that courtier's ear, "I am lost. This man has carried his wife off into a wood. I don't know if it is to kill her or to take her out of France. Take care of my money and keep up the game."

But the love-stricken Henry, then confined to his bed with the gout, sent for the chosen husband of the beautiful Margaret. "Bassompierre, my friend," said the aged king, as the youthful lover knelt before him at the bedside, "I have become not in love, but mad, out of my senses, furious for Mademoiselle de Montmorency. If she should love you, I should hate you.

Bassompierre, Mém. p. 77. Richelieu, Hist. de la Mère et du Fils, vol. i. p. 136. Le Vassor, vol. i. p. 58. Mézeray, vol. xi. p. 22. Mézeray, vol. xi. pp. 22, 23. Le Vassor, vol. i. pp. 72-79.

Bassompierre was silenced; and thenceforward resolved never again to mention the name of the Queen-mother in the presence of his royal master.

The fact is, that three shots were suddenly discharged: the first killed Cholet, chief of the squadron, the second killed an old deaf woman who was in the act of closing her window, the third singed the shoulder of an officer; a woman screamed: "They are beginning too soon!" and all at once, a squadron of dragoons which had remained in the barracks up to this time, was seen to debouch at a gallop with bared swords, through the Rue Bassompierre and the Boulevard Bourdon, sweeping all before them.