"Speak to her! why, Lord! M. Charles, what a man you are! You know very
well that I rather pride myself upon my prudence and good management in
all difficult cases; and don't you see, that, up to the moment of her
entering the grounds of the Hôtel Lambert by the private door, nothing
had transpired to satisfy me she really formed one of the princess's
household? And that was my first day's work; I confess it does not seem
like doing much; but, at least, I had learned who to inquire for when I
presented myself at the Hôtel."
"So far, so well. Now, go on."
"The next day I started off, with my box of patterns of lace and blond.
What a capital idea it was, my making a pretence to carry a box, and
call myself a lace-dealer come to exhibit the last new fashions in such
articles, wasn't it, M. Charles? and Lord knows how many times you and I
have found it serviceable in our plans to gain admittance to a house, or
steal five minutes' conversation with some sweet lady. Ah, I
remember----"
"Never mind what you remember, go on."
"Well; this time I went quite boldly up to the principal entrance and
knocked at the great gates; a door was instantly opened, and, you may
believe me or not, M. Charles, just as you like, when I say, that,
although I am no coward, I felt a kind of fearful pit-a-patting of my
heart, that sounded almost like the ticking of a clock. As I heard it
shut again behind me, I found myself standing within the court-yard."
"But, why should you have felt afraid?"
"The court was small, flagged, and surrounded with high, gloomy-looking
buildings. I am quite sure the sun never yet contrived to make it look
bright with one of his beams,--no, not for an instant; it had just the
dull air of a cloister. At the bottom of the court was an immense
portico, so deep as to be quite dark within; still I could distinctly
make out, by reason of the whiteness of the stone itself, the
balustrades of a vast horse-shoe staircase, which ascended outside up to
the first story of the Hôtel;--the portico went all round the house."
"It must be a perfect palace!"
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