But now, like Anne of Austria, she was devoting her time to prayers and to the preservation of what beauty remained.
"So De Brissac is dead ?" said Beaufort seriously.

"Ah well, we all must die.

I hope he has straightened up his affairs and that his papers fall into worthy hands." The prince glanced covertly toward Mazarin.

"But it was all his own fault.

The idea of a man of sixty marrying a girl of seventeen, fresh from convent, and a beauty, too, they say.