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But the weakness of the king and the rashness of the favourite soon caused murmurs to arise. Early in 1308 Edward crossed over to France, leaving Gaveston as regent, and was married on January 25, at Boulogne, to Philip the Fair's daughter Isabella, a child of twelve, to whom he had been plighted since 1298.
"To marry me is the easiest way of not marrying all the others," she laughed, as he stood before her one day in a quiet alley of the Bois de Boulogne, insisting on the settlement of various preliminaries. "I believe I'm only a protection to you." An odd gleam passed behind his eyes, and she instantly guessed that he was thinking: "And what else am I to you?"
Amidst the clatter of soldiers, the music of brass bands playing "God save the Queen," and endless cheering, her Majesty drove through the gathering darkness by the Bois de Boulogne to St. Cloud. To the roar of cannon, the beating of drums, and the echoing of vivats, she was greeted and ushered up the grand staircase by the Empress and the Princess Mathilde.
H., meanwhile, had been sitting to M. Belloc. After dinner H. and the two Misses C. rode out to the Bois de Boulogne, the fashionable drive of Paris. We saw all the splendid turnouts, and all the not splendid. Our horse was noted for the springhalt. It is well to have something to attract attention about one, you know. Sabbath, June 19. After breakfast went with Miss W. to the temple St.
There will be a message at the wharf. To what hotel goes monsieur?" "The Grand Hotel." "I will write there when I have seen mamma. And meanwhile " They were coming into harbour. The heights of Mustapha were visible, the woods of the Bois de Boulogne, the towers of the Hotel Splendid. "Meanwhile, may I beg monsieur not to " She hesitated. "Not to what?" asked Mr. Greyne most softly.
I believe you're little better than a polisson, Colonel Altamont, that was the phrase he used Altamont said with a grin and I got plenty more of this language from the two fellows, and was in the thick of the row with them, when another of our party came in. This was a friend of mine a gent I had met at Boulogne, and had taken to the Countess's myself.
Luttrell yesterday to La Muette to see M. Erard's fine collection of pictures, with which they were very much pleased. Our drive to the Bois de Boulogne was a very agreeable one, and was rendered so by their pleasant conversation. I have presented Mr. Rogers with some acquisitions for his cabinet of antique bijouterie, with which he appears delighted.
Moreover, there was always the proclamation which threatened the bread-winners of Boulogne with death if Marguerite Blakeney escaped, and which would be in full force until Sir Percy had written, signed and delivered into Chauvelin's hands the letter which was to be the signal for the general amnesty. Chauvelin had indeed cause to be satisfied with his measures.
There was in the courtyard a coupé with a handsome horse, once belonging to Napoleon III., and driven by one of his former coachmen. Jules Favre at once got into it, with his son-in-law and M. d'Hérisson. They passed with some difficulty through the Bois de Boulogne, the roads having been torn up and trees felled in every direction.
That young lady at whom everybody is gazing, and who to-night is the favorite excuse the pun of the opera, is a Spaniard; I saw her at the Bois de Boulogne in M. Martinez de la Hosa's carriage. They told me her name, but I have forgotten. I never could remember names." "Ladies," said a young man, who noisily entered the box, "we are at last enlightened.
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