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Your amiable reception of me at our last meeting still dwells pleasantly in my memory." "We poor exiles, Madame," rejoined the Comtesse, frigidly, "show our gratitude to England by devotion to the wishes of Monseigneur." "Madame!" said Marguerite, with another ceremonious curtsey.
"Madame," responded the Comtesse with equal dignity.
The Prince in the meanwhile was saying a few gracious words to the young Vicomte.
"I am happy to know you, Monsieur le Vicomte," he said.

"I knew your father well when he was ambassador in London." "Ah, Monseigneur!" replied the Vicomte, "I was a leetle boy then.