"Well, my child?" said the Marquis interrogatively to his daughter, as soon as they were alone.
"He is just the kind of man I expected to find," answered Mademoiselle de Tricotrin dreamily, as she leant back in her chair and clasped her hands behind her head.
"Then you will manage it?"
"I cannot tell, sir."
"But why not? Let me tell you, my child, I am pleased with you. You never looked prettier. I am certain we shall succeed. Why, the King was simply fascinated."
"Yes," she answered, a little wearily, "I know he was, but that goes a very little way with a man like him."
CHAPTER VI. THE KING'S COUNCILLORS.
"And now he seeks which way to proove,