Old Court Life in France - Frances Elliot 1893 - Volume 1

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VOL. I.
2
vols.
LEIPZIG
BERNHARD
TAUCHNITZ
1873-
The
Right
of
Translation
is
reserved.
1939
TO
MY
NIECE,
THE
COUNTESS
OF
MINTO,
THIS
WORK
IS
INSCRIBED.
true
to
life
has
been
my
object.
Keeping
close
to
the
background
of
history,
I
have
endeavoured
v 1872.
This
edition
is
completely
revised
and
corrected
by
the
author.
vol.
3,
page
267.
According
to
the
Confession
de
Saucy
Sorbin
de
St.
Foy
was
made
a
Bishop
for
having
placed
Charles
IX.
among
the
Martyrs.
August
1873.
FRANCES
(MINTO)
ELLIOT.
La Porte.
Bibliotheque
Publique
a
Tours.
Capefigue,
Ouvrages
Divers.
140
XXXVII.
Louise
de
Lafayette
309
NOTES
TO
VOL.
1
333
towards
Italy,
it
was
as
much
to
capture
the
arts
of
and
foot-trodden
space
without,
enclosed
with
walls
of
defence,
was
changed
into
green
lawns
and
over-arching
bowers
breaking
the
vista
toward
the
royal
forest,
the
flowing
river,
and
the
open
cam-
pagne.
i.
shudder.
cousin
raises
his
cap
for
of
an
antagonistic
to
answer;
but
he
does
not
reply,
and
again
bows.
I
am
placed,
continues
the
Regent,
the
colour
places
herself
on
another
chair
nearer
the
Constable,
to
ascertain
from
tyour
own
lips
if
this
suit
cannot
be
banks of
adjoininggallery.
Jiow
his
haughty
spirit
ust
rapidly
pass-ng
clouds.
But,
my
brother,
if
he
were,
have
you
not
his
confusion.
Saint-Vallier
hears
him.
Saint-Vallier,
you
are
in
deep
converse
with
your
Saint-
Vallier
had
just,
while
standing
at
the
window,
pledged
his
word
to
stand
by
Bourbon
for
life
or
death.
her
absence,
says
Mar-
2.
See
Note
3.
de
Pomperant
from
your
Majesty's
Court
at
Chambord,
feigning
sickness
principal
accomplice.
There
is
a
pause,
some
whispering,
and
a
low
as
she
approaches
the
King.
She
weeps,
Oh
Sire,
mercy,
mercy
grant
me
my
father's
life,
I
implore
you;
and
again
Diane
falls
prostrate
Sire
do
I
read
your
meaning
aright?
can
I,
by
my
humble
service
to
your
Majesty
Yes,
fair
lady,
you
can.
Your
presence
at
my
Court,
where
your
adorable
beauty
shall
receive
due
homage,
will
IDC
my
hostage
for
your
father's
loyalty.
darkness.
wave
hither
and
thither
as
his
horse
dashes
wildly
See
Note
4.
a
faltering
voice.
A
pony
is
now
brought
to
bear
him
into
Pavia.
Francis
becomes
greatly
agitated.
As
they
raise
him
a
prison.
his
may
be
permitted
o
receive
service, Permit
says?
the
parliament
of
your
country,
At
future
boys
hands the
love,
politics,
nd
religion.
One
party,
See
Note
5.
you
will
punish
him
that caused
casting
on
his
favourite,
between
Eng-and,
France,
and
Spain.
itself
has
now
been
modernised,
save
where
one
ivy-crowned
round
tower
(the
donjon
of
the
mediaeval
fortress),
n
deep
shadow,
frowns
an
angry
defiance
to
the
stucco
and
whitewash
of
the
flimsy
modern
facade.

son
Henry.
Note 6.
Cinque-
an
arquebuse
like
a
trooper,
played
to
Fontainebleau,
Amboise,
Chenonceau,
and
Loches.
No
court
page-
See
Note
7.
Savoy,
and
Marguerite
de
Valois,
second
daughter
of
Catherine,
of
knights.
All
range
themselves
or
death
to
where
a
flight
f
masked
knight
who
has
her and
me.
I
Note 8.
in
of
their
Queen.
The
names
of
the
forty
noble
demoi-elles
by
whom
Catherine
was
always
attended,
are
duly
recorded
by
Brantome,
to
a
dishonoured
grave.
melodious,
her
or
to
Mary.
The
young
sovereigns
enter
the
royal
chambers,
a
stately
suite
of
apartments,
the
lofty
win-ows
of
which,
reaching
from
ceiling
o
floor,
overlook
the
river.
Folding
daors
open
into
a
gallery
wain-
left Blois?
boise? Did
Chanteloup.
Are
ace
changes
as
the
April
sun-
flags.
Mary
rises
expression
of
fear
a
child
motionless
and
pale
with
fear.
plot?
at-ribute
state
is
to
be
at
once
called
at
Amboise,
to
which
the
on
the
and
mild,
but
withal
state.
The
Queen-mother,
with
a
curious
smile
upon
her
face,
stands
for
a
few
moments
on
the
estrade
facing
has ended he
Calvinistic
subjects
of
this
realm
who
are
uniformly
treated
as
aliens,
and
repulsed
Jesuitical
uises,
banish
the
Queen-mother
to
some
distant
fortress,
nd
place
Conde
on
the
throne
as
Regent.
was
approached
by
r
de
Guise
whom
he
met
leaving
the
Queen-mother's
retiring-room,
I
must
know
what
all
these
precautions
mean.
Why
are
done
that
my
people
should
mistrust
me?
Huguenots
ancl
behold
the
reason.
royal
gallery
ere
wide
open,
flags
streamed
from
the
archi-raves,
and
a
loggia,
or
covered
balcony,
had
been
near.
Their
appearance
was
the
signal
to
begin
the
slaughter.
Prisoner
after
prisoner
was
dragged
up
not
restrain
her.
One
glance
at
the
awful
spectacle
gave
her
courage;
she
gave
a
wild
scream,
and
rushing
forward,
flung
herself
a
spectacle
of
rapture,
again
com-
bones;
See
Note
10.
violence,
so
often
and
so
loud,
taste
for
intrigue,
Queerii
never
allowed
any
tender
passion
to
stand
in
her
way,
but
ruthlessly
sacrificed
all
who
were
either
useless
or
troublesome.
When
the
palace
is
quiet,
and
the
sighing
of
the
winter
wind
without,
as
it
sweeps
along
the
quays
and
ruffles
the
surface
of
the
river,
is
only
broken
by
the
powder
to
sprinkle
on
gloves
or
flowers?
It
is
possible
I
may
want
it
shortly.
Ruggiero
rises
and
hands
a
small
sealed
packet,
enclosed
in
satin,
to
the
Queen,
who
places
it
in
her
bosom.
affections.
you, Cosmo.
vanishes.
There
is
a
pause.
What
Cosmo,
whispers
Catherine,
who
stood
Supporting
herself
on
the
back
of
a
high
chair
opposite
It
is
Catherine,
in
the
early
summer,
coming,
like
rouge, and
Queen-
her
recognition
is
a
small
writing-closet
ithin
a
turret,
before
her,
she
calls
for
writing
materials,
bidding
the
Princess
and
a
single
lady-in-waiting,
harlotte
de
Pressney,
her
favourite
attendant,
can
be
moved
without
an
effort.
A
window,
looking
south
towards
the
river
and
the
woods,
is
open.
The,
sum-
y
lover
V
him?
Be
silent,petite
sotte
breaks
in
the
Princess,
constant
to
none.
Regard
your
own
interest
and
inclination
only.
But
leave
Guise
alone;
he
is
my
passion.
His
proud
reserve
pleases
me.
His
stately
devotion
touches
me.
He
is
a
king
among
men.
I
love
to
torment
the
hero
of
Jarnac
and
Moncontour.
He
is
jealous
too
somewhat
of
that,
madame,
later
stood be-
young
I
forget
nothing.
You
appear
to
the leader of
a
revellers
mixes
Oh
my
Princess,
what
condescension
he
murmurs
in
a
low
9*
he
presses
her
in
his
arms,
drawing
her
each
moment
deeper
are re-eived
of
com-liments
by
King
Charles
and
Catherine;
they
are
ceased
even
to
be
jealous.
His
mind
is
now
occupied
by
those
religious
intrigues
hich
he
developed
later
as
leader
of
the
Holy
Catholic
League.
Guise
dis-
See
Note
n.
and traitors
closed and
guarded by
13,
over
the
gate
of
the
Louvre,
facing
the
quays,
the
mother
laughter
were
heard
by
your
have
died
by
the
hands
See
Note
14.
See
Note
13.
will
not
leave
10*
of the
See
Note
16.
France.
See
Note
17.
immediately
assembled;
and
Henri
a
monogram
in
gold;
her
oratory,
with
a
large
oval
window
where
an
enemy
when
fainted.
A
moi,
mes
amis
trahison
a
moi,
Guise,
je
gold
wickerwork,
full
of
little
puppies.
traitor
in
favour
among
the
stars?
See
Note
18.
few
words;
impossible.
His
Majesty
is
now
alone;
the
truth,
replies
the
monk,
and my God is
room,
and
addresses
them
in
a
low
voice,
If
monseigneur
will
only
listen
seated
King,
with
difficulty
lucking
flash
taking
the
wretch's
papers
in
his
hands,
was
busy
supper, when
as
he
has
already
done
to
secure
his
personal
liberty.
morrow
he
extracted
all
things
from
the
passing
hour.
He
is
now
thirty-three
ears
old,
of
middle
height,
can
we
decide?
20.
strangers,
believing
them
to
be
friends
of
her
lover.
Casting
a
helplessglance
at
him,
she
to
us
yesterday
in
the
melte
at
Marly,
and,
his
ransom
paid,
to-morrow
morning
he
will
start
to
join
the
army
of
in
beauty
to
be
starved?
Though
he
be
a
Spaniard,
and
serves
against
Henry
of
follies,
nd
to
devote
his
great
talents
in
fighting
heart
and
soul
against
the
rebels
and
the
League
Alas
sighed
Don
Juan,
those
were
the
early
seasons.
True
love
is
immortal.
But
I
had
any
merit
you
in-pired
me.
Yes,
replied
she
musingly.
You
wished
just
12*
to
bind
me
to
my
cursed
promise.
You
are
not
married
yet,
Duke,
however,
rejoined
the
Spaniard,
looking
back;
and
remember,
you
must
and
more
unsatisfactory.
e
reproached
her
for
her
unbecoming
encouragement
of
a
libertine
therefore,
as
he
ascertained
that
Gabri-
so
pleasant,
and
see
the
sun
set
over
the
tree-tops.
heart,
Gabrielle,
replied
woven
by
your
delicate
fingers.
cold,
remember
would
you
have
me
resign
you
with-
galloped
away
into
the
darkness.
you
are
here.
Seeing
you
makes
me
envy
the
happiness
of
the
poorest
peasant
in
my
dominions,
living
n
bread
Catholics;
a
fact
they
take
care
to
remind
me
of
every
her,
How
about
Bellegarde?
Gabrielle
shrank
back,
then
looked
up
at
him.
Are
you
sure
he
is
entirely
banished
from
your
remembrance?
his side.
hunting
in
Beaufort,
is
exceedingly
unpopular.
The
divorce
from
la
reine
Margot
is
still
incomplete,
that
obstinate
princess
objecting
to
conclude
a
Catholic.
Ma
Gabrielle,
he
writes
from
Paris,
I
have
yielded
to
your
entreaties.
I
have
spoken
to
the
bishops;
on
Sunday
I
make
the
perilous
leap.
I
kiss
my
angel's
hand.
knows
but
too
well
of
the
powerful
party
arrayed
against
her,
that
Sully
is
her
enemy,
that
the
Pope
is
inflexible
about
granting
the
divorce,
even
if
Marguerite
de
to
spray
into
a
marble
basin
supportedby
statues.
and
the
murmur
Then
she
bellowed
after
me,
and
only
stung
world;
remember,
in
ten
days
I
shall
join
you
in
Paris,
and
then
my
decorated
with
flags
and
streamers
in
the
Venetian
style.
Here
they
take
insensible.
This
Sully.
The
statesman
is
was
saved.
Now,
Biron,
and
Henry's
good-natured
face
you.
sorelytempted.
Open
your
heart,
I
will
screen
you.
Sire,
my
heart
is
true.
Remember
it
was
I
whq
14'
and wrenched
group of
a
new
wife,
interval
between
violently
against
her
husband,
and
at
the
same
time
to
gain
influence
over
herself.
Henry
was
watched,
no
very
difficult
day,
as
they
await
his
Majesty's
lever.
Presently
Marechal
Bassompierre
enters.
Bassompierre,
the
friend
and
is
bronzed
by
the
long
campaigns
against
the
League,
and
his
bearing
will
have
perforce
to
submit
to
his
Majesty's
pleasure
eh,
Marshal,
you
understand?
and
Roquelaure
again,
continues
jf
he
does
speak
he
is
rude
and
ungracious;
nd
with
of
ruin.
e
at
last
doggedly,
if
I
speak
ill
of
his
Majesty,
am
I
not
justified?
He
is
determined
to
ruin
me.
He
persecutes
me
because
acts thus I
to
consider
how
much
you
owe
to
his
Majesty'sbounty
in
many
ways.
And
the
blood,
you
must
bear
the
penalties
of
this
high
position.
you
again
dispatched
to
fetch
him
from
the
Arsenal;
but
he
is
not
yet
arrived.
At
this
moment
the
door
opened,
and
Sully
ap-eared.
It
was
evident
that
he
was
in
one
of
his
surliest
moods.
Henry,
preoccupied
as
he
was,
ob-
Sully
shook
his
head
and
cast
up
his
hands.
master,
suppressed
to
have
been
the
ap-
Henry
and
a
bitter
jea-ousy
of
Sully,
whose
clear
intellect
and
firm
hand
had
Dau-hin.
Those
who
were
politicallypposed
to
the
King
would
be
ready,
at
any
moment
after
his
death,
my
wife
say?
I
dare
not
niere,
on
the
way
to
the breast
a
complete
Rot
faineant
His
reign
was
the
reign
of
favourites,
and
nothing
and
the
Queen-mother
roused
Louis's
jealousy
against
his
wife,
and
dropped
dark
hints
of
danger
to
his
throne,
perhaps
to
his
life.
some
dis-
of the
heights.
Within
a
vaulted
room,
the
walls
hung
and
De
Hautefort,
The
young
Queen
is
that
charm-
then,
greatly
embarrassed,
retreats
into
a
corner
near
the
door,
and
seats
himself.
The
Duchesse
de
Chevreuse,
the
friend
and
con-
all
in
the
line
of
our
royal
spouse.
Look,
he
can
bear
it
no
The
maid
of
honour
feeling
that
she
must
say
16*
him,
he
drew
mother.
I
Richelieu
for
an
unexpected
event
that
my
health,
it
deranges
my
digestion.
I
have
enough
to
bear
eyes,
and
looked
boldly
down her
been
to
Louis
XIII.
room.
the
King
was
gone.
quarrelled
with
him.
may
save
her
from
an
overwhelming
calamity.
Richelieu
advances
to
where
the
Queen-mother
is
a
miserable
plot
by
which
you
basely
seek
to
disgrace
me
by
my
own
act
such
un-
Medici.
17*
Due
d'Epernon
21.
Austria
has
not
de
Chrevreuse,
Queen's
Court.
in
patches
and
glints
of
silvery
light.
Of
the
great
city
which
spreads
itself
beyond,
not
a
vestige
is
to
be
seen.
All
human
lights
are
extinguished,
but
the
moon
rides
high
See
Note
22.
See,
Gaston,
how
the
moon
plays
upon
those
branches.
I
could
almost
believe
that
some
fantastic
shapes
are
gliding
amongst
the
trees.
Let
us
go
back;
Fair
sister/'
replies
the
Duke,
you
cannot
pre-end
to
misunderstand
me.
For
your
service
I
would
Odious
hypocrite
breaks
in
the
Queen.
As
long
as
Richelieu
lives,
continues
Monsieur,
a
Was
she
The
windows
retired.
come
But
will
he
be
fool
enough
to
believe
you?
If
he
utter,
adorable
delight.
To-night;
but
not
in
this
sombre,
18*
Queen,
at
twilight
this
evening,
I
will
present
myself
in
her
apartments.
and
headlong
from
the
room.
out
among
the
openings
of
the
wood,
and
are
lost
in
the
many
paths.
tender
mosses
Bondy,
where
the
host,
apprized
of
the
intended
honour,
had
prepared
an
ample
col-ation.
Etiquette
demanded
that
the
King
and
Queen
sharply.
Then,
without
waiting
for
an
answer
he
put
his
hand
to
his
forehead
as
if
some
are
wanting,
Madame,
even
in
was
.waiting
or
him
to
speak.
This
awakened
him
suddenly
might
a
traitor,
a
hypocrite,
a
He
peers
round
cau-
now
what
the
King
means;
a
mortal
so
suddenly?
23.
19*
d'Orteans,
was
directed
the sound of wheels
good Laporte,
faintly.
to
see
her
Majesty.
It
is
the
Chancellor's
voice,
and
his
words
are
distinctly
audible
within.
with
enthusiasm.
measured
steps.
I
am
ready,
she
says,
in
a
hollow
voice.
Unbar
the
door.
her
downy
cheeks;
but
otherwise
no
sovereign
throned
in
fabled
might
know
to
the
prejudice
of
the
King,
our
Lord
Jesus,
I
swear
that
I
never
believed
by
his
Majesty,
that
you,
forgetting
he
duty
of
a
wife,
and
the
loyalty
of
a
Queen,
have
exchanged
love-
question
me
directly
o
the
King.
Oh,
Sire,
is
not
your
heart
moved
with
pity
to
behold
a
great
princess,
such
as
I,
your
wife,
and
who
might
have
been
the
mother
of
your
chil-
mocking
tone
of
his
voice
betraysinvoluntarily
My
good
Hautefort,
20*
faithful
to
you
appointment
was
at
last
announced.
Louise
de
Lafayette
had
passed
many
years
of
her
an
unconscious
charm
to
every
movement.,
so conr
indifferent.
Of
the
absolute
goodness
and
perfect
rectitude
of
Louise
de
feels
infinitely
ratified
y
the
discovery
of
this
mute
sympathy.
All
that
was
suppressed
and
unspoken
had
a
subtle
charm
to,
his
I
spoke
to
you
last
night
in
the
Queen's
sleeping-room;
but
really,
what-ver
attention
the
King
may
is in love
petite
sotte,
he
will
return,
and
you
will
meet
again,
one
true
friend,
he
might
had
composed
this
neat
little
speech
for
him
beforehand,
replied
the
Duchess
from her eyes.
situation
at
a
glance.
It
was
too
tempting
an
opportunity
to
throw
away.
There
was
a
favour
she
specially
esired
to
ask.
This
was
the
very
moment.
out
laughing.
You
are
merry,
Duchess,
said
the
maid
of
patronage.
through
the
brain
of
the
simple-mindedgirl
as
she
sat
musing
within
the
solitude
of
her
chamber.
de
Guise,
Mettraient
ses
enfans
en
pourpoint
Et
son
pauvre
peuple
en
chemise.
21*
Soissons,
Catherine
lived
for
some
years
before
studied,
parts
Cologne, aged sixty-nine.
suddenly
at
I.
LEIPZIG
BERNHARD
TAUCHNITZ
1873-
The
Right
of
Translation
is
reserved.
Page
201
209
221
230
242
252
258
267
282
292
300
309
315
by
the
Spaniards,
my
indolence?
I
am
sure
you
have,
All
I
ask
is?
that
you
will
wait
Cardinal,
though
unpopular,
was
undeniably
great;
Sennecy
openly
rebuked
her
for
what
she
styled
her
hypocrisy,
nd
sent
her
in the hands of the minister.
but watched his
feelings,
will and
marry
my
friendship
involves
any
sacrifice
of
my
freedom,
I
must,
with
sorrow,
decline
gave
him
courage
to
recommence
the
attack.
capable
of
offering
real
as-
Old
Court
Life
in
France.
II.
2
Lafayette,
remember
past.
My
enemies
are
rotting
was
to
became
as
grave,
if
not
as
stern,
as
is
a
matter
of
opinion.
I
think
differently.
Absolution,
after
repentance,
to
encourage
it.
Consider
in
what
manner
you
can
best
bend
the
King's
will
to
the bosom
in Canada.
services
were
not
required.
how
can
I
describe
that
which
is
without
me
your
word;
that
is
enough.
Sire,
I
give
you
my
word;
from
the
bottom
of
refuse
will
be
in
despair
he
will
die.
But
my
reputation,
LOUISE
DE
LAFAYETTE.
Life
in
France.
II.
3
had
fondly
dreamed
Yet
his
natural
delicacy
made
him
fully
appreciate
the
pronounce
the
final
vows.
My
lifewill
stillbe
passed
with
you,
Sire;
but
3*
glory,
the
glory
of
France,
your
own
welfare,
and
the
welfare
of
the
Queen,
are
to
you
sacred
duties.
And
now,
Sire,
listen
to
me,
and
she
approached
close
to
rise
abruptly
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