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Updated: June 13, 2025
And so, all had fallen out fortunately, and here we were, with whole skins, sitting at ease at the inn, and like all people who have passed through agitating times, disposed to rejoice in our present peace. Almost the first thing Francezka, womanlike, asked of Madame Riano was, whether she had saved their boxes. This, madame had been fortunate enough to do.
A subaltern commanded, but I was present as the ranking officer of Count Saxe's household. At least forty ladies and gentlemen had arrived before the coach drove up from which Francezka and Gaston Cheverny alighted. Count Saxe awaited them at the foot of the grand staircase, but I was on the ground to welcome Francezka.
Francezka resumed: "Then I said to him, without the least tremor in the world, and feeling myself thrilled with joy and pride at the telling 'Monsieur, I am, and have been for nearly a year, the wife of your brother, Gaston Cheverny." Being a natural actress, Francezka went through this scene so that it was as if it were all happening again.
"No," replied Francezka, relapsing into the weary tone she had first used. "We have declined the invitation. I am so tired of balls and hunting parties and ballets, and everything in the world, that I feel sometimes as if I wished to be a hermit." I listened in sorrow, but hardly in surprise.
To his honor be it said that at no time was there the smallest suspicion in any mind that he had made way with himself, or had voluntarily abandoned Francezka. It was in September of 1735 that Francezka again saw the château of Capello. She entered her own house with sadness and disappointment, but not in despair. Hope could not die within her. As she wrote me, "My heart can not will not break."
When I parted from her, she wore a smile of happy expectancy a look of jocund hope was in her dewy eyes. I never saw that expression again on the face of Francezka Capello. I joined Count Saxe at Brussels.
For he " She stopped, and I said: "He told you of his love. Tell me all, Madame." Again I saw that girlish flash of pleasure pass across her anxious and pleading eyes. Francezka had something undyingly childlike in her composition. "He told me of his love so quickly I could not stop him but I was indiscreet in one thing.
But as they will not go, I have bethought me of our errand to Brussels. We can travel slowly through the pleasant French country in this month of May; we can stop at the château of Capello and see that matchless Francezka, and for a little while we can live like men, instead of courtiers. What do you think of this?" I thought it well; my heart leaped at the mention of the château of Capello.
Gaston was, as he had been from the first, kind and courteous to me; pressed me to return in the autumn for the wolf hunting, which is one of the great sports of the region, and thanked me again for what I had been enabled to do for Francezka in his absence. When we returned to the château the sun was high, but Count Saxe had not yet left his room.
I was so eager to see how Francezka bore her happiness, that I saw only her, standing at the top of the splendidly lighted room with Gaston by her side. She wore a trailing gown of white shimmering satin, and pearls and diamonds were on her matchless white throat and in her rich hair.
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