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"Yes," she exclaimed, "the Count de Lavalette, protected by royal connivance, succeeded in making his escape." The simplicity of the expedient the authority of the example seemed to make a vivid impression upon the duke. He was silent for a moment, and Marie-Anne fancied she saw an expression of relief steal over his face.

The duke was about leaving the room, but Martial detained him by a gesture. "Think again before you decide. Our situation is not without a precedent. A few months ago the Count de Lavalette was condemned to death. The King wished to pardon him, but his ministers and friends opposed it. Though the King was master, what did he do?

Her eulogies on his exploits, says Lavalette, who listened to her through a dinner in Talleyrand's rooms, possessed all the mad disorder and exaggeration of inspiration; and, after the repast was over, the votaress refused to pass out before an aide-de-camp of Bonaparte! The incident is characteristic both of Madame de Staël's moods and of the whims of the populace.

He seemed to be deaf to all the supplications made in the prisoner's behalf. The scaffold was erected, and yet Lavalette was saved! And no one was compromised yes, a jailer lost his position; he is living on his income now." Marie-Anne caught eagerly at the idea so cleverly presented by Martial.

Apart from one outburst to Lavalette of pity for France, he seems not to have realized how unspeakably disastrous his influence had been on the land which he found in a victoriously expansive phase, and now left prostrate at the feet of the allies and the Bourbons.

Louis, accompanied only by a few household troops, had scarcely turned his back on the capital of his ancestors when Lavalette hastened from a place of concealment and seized on the Post-office in the name of Napoleon. By this measure all the King's proclamations' were intercepted, and the restoration of the Emperor was announced to all the departments.

He began his operations upon the Rhine, where another French army, under Cardinal Lavalette, had already, in 1635, commenced hostilities against the Emperor.

Miot de Melito, who was working for the Emperor in the West, states that "never had a political error more immediate effects" than that Act; and Lavalette, always a devoted adherent, asserts That Frenchmen thenceforth "saw only a despot in the Emperor and forgot about the enemy." As a display of military enthusiasm, the Champ de Mai, of June 1st, recalled the palmy days gone by.

My mother is the Comtesse de Lavalette. And you?" "Oh, I'm plain Hugh Egerton," said the young man. The girl laughed. "I do not think you are plain Hugh Egerton at all. But perhaps an American girl would not tell you that? Hugh! What a nice name. I think it is going to be my favourite name."

"Everything will be very different then." And the girl slipped the key of the box into the little pink bag. After delivering her letter, the child went slowly on downstairs, to the room she had been on the way to visit. It was on the second floor, just under the room of the Comtesse de Lavalette. "Come in," said a Cockney voice shrill with youth, in answer to her tap; and the child obeyed.