4/18 I am lost! My God, my God, my God!" She knelt upon a cushion and prayed, with her head buried between her palpitating arms. Buckingham had returned to London; Mme. More closely watched than ever, the queen felt certain, without knowing how to tell which, that one of her women had betrayed her. Laporte could not leave the Louvre; she had not a soul in the world in whom she could confide. |