A very poor woman, to whom I have sometimes given a little assistance, pretends to be a relation of the Marquise de Pompadour.
The fair Marquise was more than a mere leader of wit and fashion.
Certain ciphers had to be used, and to these the Marquise had the key.
The Marquise stepped back a pace; idly, one might have thought; not so thought Garnache.
"There is a God in heaven, madame," she reminded the Marquise.
He paused a moment, and this time his eyes avoided the Marquise's.
The Marquise turned to mademoiselle, who was still sitting on the floor.
The Marquise spoke to him kindly, and she stooped to pat the dog's glossy head.
The Marquise rose and waved the page and an attendant lackey from the room.
"I had—indeed, indeed I had," the Marquise answered her, in a tone of sad protest.