“Mademoiselle de la Baume le Blanc de la Valliere,” said Athos, coldly.
“I seem to know that name,” said the king, as if reflecting; “there was a Marquis de la Valliere.”
“Yes, sire, it is his daughter.”
“But he died, and his widow married again M. de Saint-Remy, I think, steward of the wager Madame’s former household.”
“Your majesty is correctly informed.”
“More than that, the young lady has lately become one of the princess’s maids of honor.”
“Your majesty is better acquainted with her history than I am.”
The king again reflected, and glancing at the comte’s anxious countenance, said: “The young lady does not seem to me to be very pretty, comte.”
“I am not quite sure,” replied Athos.
“I have seen her, but she hardly struck me as being so.”