Where else had he seen this face?
He was growing old, and sometimes his memory failed him.
Without being conscious of the act, he readjusted his wristbands and the ruffles at his throat.

A handsome young woman at the table would be a recompense for the dullness of the hour.

But he waited in vain at supper for the appearance of the exquisite face.

Like the true courtier he was, he made no inquiries.
When they were at last alone, the governor said: "I am truly glad you have come to make the Chevalier return to France.

He will never be at peace here." "Why ?" asked the marquis, weakening his burgundy with water.
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