She had touched him many times, glancing at the same time toward M.de Launay, of whom she knew little, and whom she had reason to believe devoted to the prime minister; but to a man of his character, such warnings were useless.
He appeared not to notice them; but, on the contrary, crushing that gentleman with his bold glance and the sound of his voice, he affected to turn himself toward him, and to direct all his conversation to him.
M.de Launay assumed an air of indifference and of assenting politeness, which he preserved until the moment when the folding-doors opened, and "Mademoiselle la Duchesse de Mantua" was announced.
The conversation which we have transcribed so lengthily passed, in reality, with rapidity; and the repast was only half over when the arrival of Marie de Gonzaga caused the company to rise.

She was small, but very well made, and although her eyes and hair were black, her complexion was as dazzling as the beauty of her skin.

The Marechale arose to acknowledge her rank, and kissed her on the forehead, in recognition of her goodness and her charming age.
"We have waited a long time for you to-day, dear Marie," she said, placing the Duchess beside her; "fortunately, you remain with me to replace one of my children, who is about to depart." The young Duchess blushed, lowered her head and her eyes, in order that no one might see their redness, and said, timidly: "Madame, that may well be, since you have taken toward me the place of a mother;" and a glance thrown at Cinq-Mars, at the other end of the table, made him turn pale.
This arrival changed the conversation; it ceased to be general, and each guest conversed in a low voice with his neighbor.

The Marechal alone continued to utter a few sentences concerning the magnificence of the old court, his wars in Turkey, the tournaments, and the avarice of the new court; but, to his great regret, no one made any reply, and the company were about to leave the table, when, as the clock struck two, five horses appeared in the courtyard.

Four were mounted by servants, cloaked and armed; the other horse, black and spirited, was held by old Grandchamp--it was his master's steed.
"Ah!" exclaimed Bassompierre; "see, our battlehorses are saddled and bridled.