“I have no doubt of it,” answered the ambassador, fixing his eyes upon me, “for Querini has himself written to me on the subject.”
A few minutes afterwards, as I was preparing to take my leave, the ambassador, under pretense of some letters the contents of which he wished to communicate to me, invited me to come into his private room, and he asked me what people generally thought of the marriage in Venice.
“Nobody knows it, and it is even rumoured that the heir of the house of Querini is on the point of marrying a daughter of the Grimani family; but I shall certainly send the news to Venice.”
“What news?”
“That Juliette is truly Madame Querini, since your excellency will present her as such to Louis XV.”
“Who told you so?”
“She did.”
“Perhaps she has altered her mind.”
I repeated to the ambassador the words which the king had said to M. de Richelieu after looking at Juliette.
“Then I can guess,” remarked the ambassador, “why Juliette does not wish to be presented to the king.”