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All the court officials were Russian, and they took good care that we should not find Mitau agreeable. Ah, it was a dreary, weary time, especially after the winter set in. In the spring it was scarcely more cheerful. Count Saxe's chances were dwindling, there was no doubt about that. But he bore the gradual fading of his hopes with the gaiety of heart which was his own.
The king always had a fear that he might lose Count Saxe's services, for the Courland business haunted my master that dream of a throne and a crown never quite left him. For that reason Louis XV determined to attach Count Saxe permanently to France; and this royal gift of Chambord, with its vast estates, its forests, fields and parks, made Count Saxe at once the ruler of a principality.
We then slipped into the house, of which we had a plan, with Count Saxe's room marked there " he pointed to Gaston Cheverny's empty room. "The window of the room was wide open, and it was quite dark, but we could see that Count Saxe had fallen asleep before his writing table " "His writing table," murmured Count Saxe. "He is not much of a writer." "The candles had been blown out.
She knew perfectly well how to entertain a great man like Count Saxe. While we supped she had musicians in the gallery, who sang a song recounting Count Saxe's triumphs in war. My master listened with pleasure, the greater when Francezka admitted that she was the author of both the words and the music.
At our head-quarters, as we drew closely about our fire, dreading equally the chilly winds and the provoking clouds of smoke, one of the party, perhaps reading for the amusement of the others from a volume of Saxe's poems, a stranger, had one chanced to drop in among us, would have imagined that Saxe must have written most grievous tales of woe, and that our hearts and eyes were all melted by the sad stories.
Slowly he paced into the darkness, turned, and paced as slowly back again, to find Stephen standing motionless where he had left him, his hands linked behind his back, his shoulders squared, his face very sternly set. "And if Jean Saxe's lies cannot be disproved? What follows then?" "Stephen, we must save her together." He paused, but La Mothe made no reply. What could he answer?
One morning, however, a placard was found affixed to the palace gates, making light of Count Saxe's alleged intention to take up his quarters at the palace. He happened to arrive just as a great crowd had assembled, laughing and jeering. He rode up, dismounted, tore the placard from the iron gateway, cuffed half a dozen grinning fellows, and like a walking volcano marched into the palace.
Monsieur Voltaire replied to her that he hoped the good God in which she trusted would let her act many times more. I suppose I appeared like a lump of clay, because I was so overcome with remorse at Count Saxe's action in going off with Madame de Bouillon, that I could not say a word. "It will be in Phèdre a part worthy of the greatest artist in the world.
They were not sentries oh, no it was a mere guard of honor suitable to Count Saxe's rank; but they were not wholly ornamental. Suddenly hoofbeats sounded out of the darkness, and Count Saxe himself, with his two gentlemen, clattered over the drawbridge. He flung himself off his horse and said to me: "You were right, Babache. This night must we ride for Uzmaiz."
Later, he was in personal attendance on his royal friend during Marshal Saxe's splendid campaign, and at Fontenoy proved himself a worthy descendant of his ancestor, the great constable of France.
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