"We say," interrupted the other, quickly, "that there are other candidates who would please better."
"For instance?"
"Well, for one, the little American, Mme. de Mailly. But, parbleu! the post must not remain forever in one family! I think that this girl should never have been taken up. What is her blood? Her husband swears to five generations; but—the husband!—Pouf!"
"But the Queen was delighted with her, and—the King will be," cried the young Count, pleasantly.
"Who is your candidate, monsieur?" demanded Richelieu of Pont-de-Vesle.
"Mine? Oh—that is a delicate question. Nevertheless, I think 'tis time we had a woman of station. Now, Mme. de Grammont—"
"Heavens!"
"An étiquette? You are mad, monsieur!"
"Not at all. I protest—"
"Is she, then, so willing to accept the post?"