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have guessed my pretty Inez loved green more than any other dye ?”
“ Truly, indeed! how should he know it! I not believe that he was even present when
—though now I do bethink me !-yes, yes ! he was in the chamber;-there were so many speaking to me then, that I had nigh forgotten it—and as he since hath told me much approved my liking—but what of that? He meant the words-as I did take them—for a mere compliment, to please the silly vanity of one your Grace thinks worthy of your notice. But stay, where was I? Oh I was about to give it as my thought that the Sire D'Artois was not even present when, but some days before, I did express my love of green; but there I was in error.”
“ Indeed, dearest, were I not in common with all mankind, impressed with a deep sense of Robert's honesty,--were I not, moreover, sure his heart is far too kind to nurse a passion, or to harbour e'en a thought which, being known, would pain my sister, his loved wife—this tale might rouse my blood, but as
it is I do dismiss it to—where it deserves to go— the caverns of oblivion. Speak we no more of it.”
"Content! my Lord. Yet one word more, -your royal promise not to mention this to living wight.”
“Thou hast it, love. It shall ne'er pass my lips."
"I NEVER could have thought,” said the King to himself, when, having quitted Inez's apartments, he was pensively walking up and down upon a terrace skirting the palace, and which overlooked the Seine. "No, I never imagined, that a woman could have acquired such an empire over my heart, as hath this Inez.-Well is it that she is worthy of this confidence !-She is so goodso naive,-her simplicity so great!-It doth oft make me smile to hear her talk, and see how little she can look into mankind, and how ill formed she is to combat with the wily world. Then too, her every action proves her to be so disinterested.-Ay! I may boast me to possess a blessing, such as but rarely falls to princes,—that of having a mistress who loves me wholly and solely for myself, and who hath not a thought or wish beyond the assurance of my happiness. She hath often told me, that had we not chanced to meet, and she to love me, she should, when her late husband fell at Cassel, have ta’en the veil, a convent being more fitted to her tone of mind, than was the turmoil of the world of which she had grown sick and weary.- Poor gentle Inez ! thou hast been hardly used in it.
"Such talent too she hath !-in what fair clerkly language doth she couch her thoughts. How well, how beautifully she writes. What lore she hath.-What a sweet temper too! how meek, and how forgiving !-- my sister loves her not—this she knows.-What fair occasion did present itself to-day—had she been minded so-of breeding coldness twixt Robert and myself-of making me, perhaps, discard him from my presence, of causing strife twixt him and Jeanne, and of thus venging on them both, the slights they put on her. Women
know, well enough, how to manage such matters! but Inez is too high of mind to lend her to such little tricks. What pains she took — seeing me half disposed to feel offence at Robert—to make me think but lightly of a matter, the which she broached by accident.I must, however, own, 'twas strange enough that Robert chanced to wear that color-one too I ne'er before had seen him clothed injust after he had heard her say it was the one she most affectioned !
“Alas! how different is the Queen from Inez! -With Jeanne of Burgundy, 'tis nought but petulance and peevishness, bickering, upbraiding and discontent-converse with her is one eternal warfare.-In the field, I care not the value of this feather in my cap, how much I fight, but being at peace, and midst my vassals and my friends—D'Artois-my sisterMontmorenci–De Couci-and the rest of them - I like to be at peace, but this the Queen not suffers. Then too, to hear her talk about her ancestry, the old Dukes of Burgundy!-faith, a bye stander almost might imagine she es