Madame d'Etampes clapped her hands and smiled, and all the hands and all the lips applauded after her. "Faith!" said she, "I see that Jupiter transported Pindarus to France when he transported Tempe." With that the duchess rose, and all the company followed suit. She was fully justified in deeming herself the veritable queen; and it was a true queenly gesture with which she took leave of her guests, and it was as a queen that all sainted her as they withdrew. "Remain," she said in a low voice to Ascanio. Ascanio obeyed. But when all the others had left the room, it was no haughty and disdainful queen, but an humble and passionate woman, who turned and confronted the young artist. Ascanio, born of humble parents, brought up far from the world, in the almost cloister-like twilight of the studio, and an unaccustomed guest in palaces, whither he had accompanied his master only on rare occasions, was already giddy, confused, dazzled by the light and noise and conversation. His mind was attacked by something very like vertigo when he heard Madame d'Etampes speak in such simple terms, or rather so coquettishly, of such grave subjects, and touch lightly in familiar phrase upon the destinies of kings and the dismemberment of kingdoms. The woman, like a very Providence, had in some sort distributed to each one his portion of joy or sorrow; she had with the same hand rattled fetters and let crowns fall. And lo! this sovereign of the loftiest earthly things, proud as Lucifer with her noble flatterers, turned to him not only with the soft glance of the loving woman, but with the suppliant air of the slave who fears. Ascanio had suddenly become the leading character in the play, instead of a simple spectator. It should be said that the coquettish duchess had skilfully planned and brought about this effect. Ascanio was conscious of the empire which this woman assumed, despite his efforts to combat it, not over his heart, but over his mind; and like the child that he was, he sought to hide his trouble beneath a cold, stern demeanor. It may perhaps be that he had seen his spotless Colombe pass like a ghost between the duchess and himself,--Colombe with her white robe and her luminous brow. [Footnote 7: That lovely valley called the Vale of Tempe, Whose refreshing shade doth many a tale adorn. Watered by cool and limpid streamlets, Is no more to be found in Thessaly: For Jupiter, the king who conquers hearts and binds them, Has bodily transported it from Thessaly to France, And in a slight degree has changed its name: For _Tempe_ read _Etampes_; such is his will, And he hath so ordained, and placed it there, That there might dwell she who is France's loveliest.] XVII LOVE AS PASSION "Madame," said Ascanio, "you requested me to design a lily, do you remember? You ordered me to bring the design to you as soon as it should be completed. I completed it this morning, and I have it here."