announcing the approach of the king. There, mesdemoiselles; there is something to make you put on your best looks.”
“Quick, quick!” cried Montalais. “Follow Madame your mother, Louise; and leave me to get ready my dress of ceremony.”
Louise arose; her mother took her by the hand, and led her out on to the landing.
“Come along,” said she; then adding in a low voice, “When I forbid you to come the apartment of Montalais, why do you do so?”
“Madame, she is my friend. Besides, I had but just come.”
“Did you see nobody concealed while you were there?”
“Madame!”