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Surely something white fluttered from that window surely a hand waved a handkerchief. Was that signal meant for me? Am I known? Who could recognise me? That is not M. de Bassompierre's carriage, nor Mrs. Bretton's; and besides, neither the Hotel Crecy nor the chateau of La Terrasse lies in that direction. Well, I have no time for conjecture; I must hurry home.
Rather than fill the former post in any great house, I would deliberately have taken a housemaid's place, bought a strong pair of gloves, swept bedrooms and staircases, and cleaned stoves and locks, in peace and independence. Rather than be a companion, I would have made shirts and starved. I was no bright lady's shadow not Miss de Bassompierre's.
Have I mentioned to you Bassompierre's Memoirs? a new edition, with notes by Croker, which make the pegs on which they hang gay and valuable.
Nature having traced all these details slightly, and with a careless hand, in Miss Fanshawe's case; and in Miss de Bassompierre's, wrought them to a high and delicate finish.
The crowd was pretty dense by this time, and the hum of talk filled the room when, on a sudden, a voice, which I recognised as Bassompierre's, was lifted above it. "Very well!" he cried gaily, "then I appeal to her Majesty. She shall decide, mademoiselle! No, no; I am not satisfied with your claim!" The King looked that way with a frown, but the Queen took the outburst in good part.
You said you were the only visitor." "Did I? You see one forgets to particularize an old woman and her boy." "Dr. and Mrs. Bretton were at M. de Bassompierre's this evening?" "Ay, ay! as large as life; and missy played the hostess. What a conceited doll it is!" Soured and listless, Miss Fanshawe was beginning to disclose the causes of her prostrate condition.
"But I am not!" she cried in a voice of triumph that, for the moment, disconcerted me. "Mademoiselle, send to M. de Bassompierre's lodgings, and bid him come to me!"
Several of M. de Bassompierre's friends-the savants-being more or less connected with the Athenee, they were expected to attend on this occasion; together with the worshipful municipality of Villette, M. le Chevalier Staas, the burgomaster, and the parents and kinsfolk of the Athenians in general.
In the Bastile one talks politics only with soldiers and jailers, and you have not an idea, my lord, how little is known of what is going on by people of that sort; I am of Monsieur de Bassompierre's party. Is he still one of the seventeen peers of France?" "He is dead, sir; a great loss. His devotion to the queen was boundless; men of loyalty are scarce."
And to see the old dowager making her recline on a couch, and 'my son John' prohibiting excitement, etcetera faugh! the scene was quite sickening." "It would not have been so if the object of attention had been changed: if you had taken Miss de Bassompierre's place." "Indeed! I hate 'my son John!" "'My son John! whom do you indicate by that name? Dr. Bretton's mother never calls him so."
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