"There's the vicomte, for another."
Madame spread the most charming pair of hands.
"And the poet," Anne continued.
Madame tucked away a rebel curl above her ear.
"And last, but not least, there's the Chevalier du Cévennes. The governor was very kind to permit you to remain incognito."
Madame's face became animated. "What an embarrassing thing it is to be so plentifully and frequently loved!"
"If only you loved some one of these noble gentlemen!"
"D'Hérouville, a swashbuckler; D'Halluys, a gamester; Du Cévennes, a fop. Truly, you can not wish me so unfortunate as that?"
"Besides, Monsieur du Cévennes does not know nor love you."
"I suppose not. How droll it would be if I should set about making him fall in love with me!—to bring him to my feet and tell him who I am—and laugh!"