“No,” said Groslot, “there’s another Louis XI. in the Cardinal de Lorraine.” “And also in Queen Catherine,” replied Robertet. At this moment Madame Dayelle, the favorite bedchamber woman of Queen Mary Stuart, crossed the hall, and went toward the royal chamber. Her passage caused a general commotion. “We shall soon enter,” said Madame de Fisque. “I don’t think so,” replied the Duchesse de Guise. “Their Majesties will come out; a grand council is to be held.” VI. THE LITTLE LEVER OF FRANCOIS II. Madame Dayelle glided into the royal chamber after scratching on the door,--a respectful custom, invented by Catherine de’ Medici and adopted by the court of France. “How is the weather, my dear Dayelle?” said Queen Mary, showing her fresh young face out of the bed, and shaking the curtains. “Ah! madame--” “What’s the matter, my Dayelle? You look as if the archers of the guard were after you.” “Oh! madame, is the king still asleep?” “Yes.” “We are to leave the chateau; Monsieur le cardinal requests me to tell you so, and to ask you to make the king agree to it. “Do you know why, my good Dayelle?” “The Reformers want to seize you and carry you off.” “Ah! that new religion does not leave me a minute’s peace! I dreamed last night that I was in prison,--I, who will some day unite the crowns of the three noblest kingdoms in the world!” “Therefore it could only be a dream, madame.” “Carry me off! well, ‘twould be rather pleasant; but on account of religion, and by heretics--oh, that would be horrid.” The queen sprang from the bed and placed herself in a large arm-chair of red velvet before the fireplace, after Dayelle had given her a dressing-gown of black velvet, which she fastened loosely round her waist by a silken cord. Dayelle lit the fire, for the mornings are cool on the banks of the Loire in the month of May. “My uncles must have received some news during the night?” said the queen, inquiringly to Dayelle, whom she treated with great familiarity. “Messieurs de Guise have been walking together from early morning on the terrace, so as not to be overheard by any one; and there they received messengers, who came in hot haste from all the different points of the kingdom where the Reformers are stirring. Madame la reine mere was there too, with her Italians, hoping she would be consulted; but no, she was not admitted to the council.” “She must have been furious.” “All the more because she was so angry yesterday,” replied Dayelle. “They say that when she saw your Majesty appear in that beautiful dress of woven gold, with the charming veil of tan-colored crape, she was none too pleased--” “Leave us, my good Dayelle, the king is waking up. Let no one, even those who have the little _entrees_, disturb us; an affair of State is in hand, and my uncles will not disturb us.” “Why! my dear Mary, already out of bed? Is it daylight?” said the young king, waking up.