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Saint-Herem is forced to sell this house to pay his debts, and with a little perseverance we could have obtained a reduction of fifty thousand crowns at least, especially if you had requested it yourself some things are very difficult to refuse a pretty woman!" he concluded with his most amiable smile.
Feelings of Madame de Maintenon. And of the Duc de Chartres. Of the Courtiers. Madame's Mode of Life. Character of Monsieur. Anecdote of M. le Prince. Strange Interview of Madame de Maintenon with Madame. Mourning at Court. Death of Henriette d'Angleterre. A Poisoning Scene. The King and the Accomplice. Scandalous Adventure of the Abbesse de la Joye. Anecdote of Madame de Saint-Herem.
"It seems to you," repeated he, encouragingly. "That " "Go on." "That I am dying to marry M. de Saint-Herem," she concluded, very low. "Madame!" cried the amazed duke, turning crimson. "Madame!" "What is it, my dear duke?" inquired the princess. "How flushed your face is!" "My dear countess," rejoined the duke, with a forced smile, "the jest is rather "
It was erected in 1666 by a certain Marquis de Saint-Herem, celebrated for his ugliness, and centuries later was the scene of the most extraordinary rendezvous on record.
Although he had long known the Duke de Riancourt, Florestan had never met the princess and her niece: but seeing him enter with the two ladies, he hastened toward him with a welcoming smile. "My dear Saint-Herem," said the duke, "allow me to present Princess Wileska and the Countess Zomaloff.
He then gruffly informed me that the original was his sister, Madame de Saint-Herem, who died some years since. But you would have died laughing had you seen them when I asked if she had left a son." "Well, what did they do?" "At the name of young Saint-Herem you would have thought I had evoked the devil.
"My dear Foedora, what are you thinking about?" resumed the princess to her niece, who was leaning on a gilded mantel covered with flowers, absorbed in deep reflection and deaf to all remonstrances. "Foedora," repeated her aunt, tugging gently at her sleeve, "what are you dreaming about?" "I am thinking of M. de Saint-Herem," said the conntess, regretfully awakening from her reverie.
"Monsieur de La Miraudière," observed Saint-Herem, with his habitual supercilious air, "there seems to exist some slight confusion in your mind in regard to a respectable young girl, who, according to you, has been seduced by your wit, your personal charms and excellent manners, still more enchanced by that gold which you so honorably grasp.
"You are mistaken, Florestan; my father is worth over two millions." "Your father!" exclaimed Saint-Herem in amazement. "Your father rich!" "This usurer discovered his secret; how, I cannot say." "And so he offered his services. Well, you may be sure his information is correct, for he advances nothing on doubtful security." "I believe it," rejoined Louis sadly.
They must be for Amandine, the mistress of the Marquis de Saint-Herem, my most intimate friend I recommended the establishment a veritable fortune for Madame Jourdan, although that devil of a marquis seldom pays. But, on the other hand, all the furnishers and women he patronizes become the rage.
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