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From that moment a centre of intrigue, or rather gossip, against Marie Antoinette was established round Madame de Marsan's fireside; her most trifling actions were there construed ill; her gaiety, and the harmless amusements in which she sometimes indulged in her own apartments with the more youthful ladies of her train, and even with the women in her service, were stigmatised as criminal.
"No; but the man who had been friend to Robespierre must have made secret enemies enough." "Ce pauvre Dalibard! He was not mixed up with the Terrorists, nevertheless." "Ah, but the more deadly for that, perhaps; a sly man was Olivier Dalibard!" "What's the matter?" said an employee, lounging up to the group. "Are you talking of Olivier Dalibard? It is but the other day he had Marsan's appointment.
From that moment a centre of intrigue, or rather gossip, against Marie Antoinette was established round Madame de Marsan's fireside; her most trifling actions were there construed ill; her gaiety, and the harmless amusements in which she sometimes indulged in her own apartments with the more youthful ladies of her train, and even with the women in her service, were stigmatised as criminal.
"No; but the man who had been friend to Robespierre must have made secret enemies enough." "Ce pauvre Dalibard! He was not mixed up with the Terrorists, nevertheless." "Ah, but the more deadly for that, perhaps; a sly man was Olivier Dalibard!" "What's the matter?" said an employee, lounging up to the group. "Are you talking of Olivier Dalibard? It is but the other day he had Marsan's appointment.
"You know the Chancellerie of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?" he asked. "Perfectly," I replied. "You know M. de Marsan's private office? He is chief secretary to M. de Talleyrand." "No," I said, "but I can find out." "It is on the first floor, immediately facing the service staircase, and at the end of the long passage which leads to the main staircase." "Easy to find, then," I remarked.
I was dressed as a respectable commissionnaire, and I carried a letter and a small parcel addressed to M. de Marsan. "First floor," said the concierge curtly, as soon as he had glanced at the superscription on the letter. "Door faces top of the service stairs." I mounted and took my stand some ten steps below the landing, keeping the door of M. de Marsan's room well in sight.
Three seconds had scarcely elapsed before I picked up the document, together with M. de Marsan's half-finished copy of the same, and a few loose sheets of Chancellerie paper which I thought might be useful. Then I slipped the lot inside my blouse.
If you remember, I had picked up two or three loose sheets of paper off M. de Marsan's desk; these bore the arms of the Chancellerie of Foreign Affairs stamped upon them, and were in every way identical with that on which the original document had been drafted.
The matter is one that demands the most profound secrecy." "You may rely on my discretion, Monsieur," I murmured, without showing, I flatter myself, the slightest trace of that astonishment which, at mention of M. de Marsan's name, had nearly rendered me speechless. "M. de Marsan came to see me in utmost distress, Monsieur," resumed the lovely creature.
"You naughty, naughty girl!" said Madam Delia. "How did you get 'em away from Anne?" "Coaxed her," said the child. "Well, how did you make her hush up about it?" "Told her I'd kill her if she said a single word," said Gerty, undauntedly. "I showed her Pa De Marsan's old dirk-knife and told her I'd stick it into her if she didn't hush. She was just such a 'fraid-cat she believed me.
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