We may not call her the queen of hearts, for already we have one, but surely she is the duchess of hearts.

I wish I might present her in Paris.

Ah Dieu! She would make quickly my peace with my king!" Poor Grammont's one object in life was that his peace might be made with his king.

He lived only in the hope of a recall to Versailles.
Frances made a graceful courtesy, as she kissed their Highness's hands, and, when the brief ceremony of presentation to the duke was over, turned to Mary and me, glad to have a moment's respite beside us.

She said nothing, but I could see that for the moment the gorgeous scene about us had bewildered her.