Pierrette was so much more than satisfied with the bargain that she could have embraced the Queen in the exuberance of her gratitude.
As she was posing for Madame de Lamballe two men entered the room. One was stout, the other tall. At sight of the tall one she exclaimed: "Why! it is——" then stopped herself.
"Well, gentlemen," said Marie Antoinette, "what do you think of her? Was I not right?"
"It is Rose herself!" replied Sedaine.
"A single note, madame," said the other, M. Grévey, "and I shall know if she be as perfectly Monsigny's Rose as she is Sedaine's."
Then, turning to Pierrette, he said to her:—
"Sing the scale after me thus: Ut, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol."
The girl repeated his notes.
"She has a divine voice, madame!" was his verdict.
The Queen clapped her hands and jumped for joy, as she exclaimed:—