And one found favor in madame's eyes; at least, so it seemed to him.

In the summer months they promenaded the gardens of La Place Royale, on the Cours de la Reine, always at dusk.

When it grew colder this gallant, who was of a poetical turn of mind, read her verses from Voiture, Malherbe, or Ronsard.

.

." "Not to mention Saumaise," said the Chevalier.
"He was usually seated at her feet in her boudoir.