What
do you think of that?"
I gave comte Jean to comprehend, by signs, that I left my destiny
in his hands, and he kissed my hands and withdrew. The king
managed to steal a few minutes to converse with me.
"You did not intrust me, my sweet friend," said he, "with the
circumstance of your having formerly known the duc de Richelieu;
less reserved on the subject than you were, he told me he had seen
you at the house of madame Lagarde, who considered you one of
her dearest friends."
"Sire," replied I, "I was too much occupied with your majesty,
to think of any other person in the world."
My answer delighted him, he looked at me in the most
gracious manner.
"You would almost persuade me that you love me," said he, smiling.
"Indeed, your majesty," said I, "I only pray that you desire the
continuance of my affection."
"In that case," replied he, kissing my hand with fervor, "you do
but partake of my tenderness for you."
These words flattered my vanity, and here I must declare that if
I never felt for the king that violent attachment which is termed
love, I ever entertained for him the warmest esteem. He was so
attentive, so kind to me, that I must have been a monster of
ingratitude could I have looked upon him with indifference.
Our supper on this night was again lively as the first had been.
The duc de Richelieu entertained us with several amusing anecdotes;
not that they contained any thing very piquant, but the duke
related them well, and we were all in the humor to be pleased,
and laughed heartily at what he said.
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