I knew that she was to be the spoil of the French King's victory, and that the loss to the beauty of his Court caused by the departure of Mlle.

de Querouaille was to find compensation.

But, still, where was my part?
I saw only one thing: that Louis had taken a liking for me, and might well choose me as his instrument, if an instrument were needed.

But for what and where it was needed I could not conceive; since all France was under his feet, and a thousand men would spring up to do his bidding at a word--aye, let the bidding be what it might, and the task as disgraceful as you will.

What were the qualities in me or in my condition that dictated his choice baffled conjecture.
Suddenly came a low knock on the door.