"It is Mademoiselle Louise de Lafayette, Sire, maid of honour to the Queen." If a thunderbolt had fallen at his feet, Louis could not have been more overcome. He turned perfectly livid, took a long breath, tottered backwards and sat down again. The all-seeing eyes of the Cardinal were fixed upon him; he did not speak, but watched his master. Louis for some moments did not raise his head; then he heaved a deep sigh, and with much effort, in a strangely different voice, asked faintly— "Does Mademoiselle de Lafayette herself desire this marriage?" Richelieu had turned away, and affecting to be busied with some books and papers lying on the table, replied in an indifferent manner— "As yet, Sire, we are unacquainted with the lady's sentiments; but, as I am informed she has no other attachment, I cannot but believe such an alliance as that of my cousin will be acceptable to her." The nervous spasm with which it was evident the King had awaited this reply instantly relaxed. The colour returned to his cheeks, his eyes brightened, and he stood up— "Before I can decide anything," said he, "I must know Mademoiselle de Lafayette's feelings; acquaint me with them speedily." He spoke in a firm, decided way, very unusual with him. The Cardinal drew his own conclusions. * * * * * By-and-by Chavigny informed Richelieu that Mademoiselle de Lafayette had at once, and unhesitatingly, refused the hand of the Count. Richelieu only smiled. "I knew it. The King, my good Chavigny, is in love with her himself. She returns it. They understand each other. Chavigny, I must see this foolish girl, who ventures to mix herself up with his Majesty. I must personally acquaint myself with her feelings." "Your Eminence will find it most difficult to speak with her in private. The Duchesse de Sennécy proposes giving a masked ball, at which her Majesty and the Court will be present; would that suit your plans?" "Not at all," replied Richelieu. "When I speak there must be no mask. I must study her countenance. She is young and disingenuous. I shall read her inmost thoughts. She has not been long enough at Court to have learnt dissimulation. I must see her before the King leaves Paris. We can meet at my niece's, the Duchesse de Combalet." "Mademoiselle de Lafayette could only feel honoured by such a summons from your Eminence," replied Chavigny. "Yes, I fancy she will accept the offers I shall make her, unless she is an absolute idiot."