"Pardon me; I forgot."
"My husband is called De la Motte, monseigneur."
"Oh, yes; a gendarme, is he not?"
"Yes, sir."
"And you, madame, are a Valois?"
"I am, monseigneur."
"A great name," said the cardinal, "but rare--believed extinct."
"Not extinct, sir, since I bear it, and as I have a brother, Baron de Valois."
"Recognized?"
"That has nothing to do with it. Recognized or unrecognized, rich or poor, he is still Baron de Valois."
"Madame, explain to me this descent; it interests me; I love heraldry."
Jeanne repeated all that the reader already knows.
The cardinal listened and looked. He did not believe either her story or her merit; but she was poor and pretty.
"So that," he said carelessly, when she had finished, "you have really been unfortunate."
"I do not complain, monseigneur."
"Indeed, I had heard a most exaggerated account of the difficulties of your position; this lodging is commodious and well furnished."
"For a grisette, no doubt," replied Jeanne.
"What! do you call these rooms fit for a grisette?"
"I do not think you can call them fit for a princess," replied Jeanne.
"And you are a princess?" said he, in an ironical tone.
"I was born a Valois, monseigneur, as you were a Rohan," said Jeanne, with so much dignity that he felt a little touched by it.
"Madame," said he, "I forgot that my first words should have been an apology. I wrote to you that I would come yesterday, but I had to go to Versailles to a.s.sist at the reception of M. de Suffren."
"Monseigneur does me too much honor in remembering me to-day; and my husband will more than ever regret the exile to which poverty compels him, since it prevents him from sharing this favor with me."
"You live alone, madame?" asked the cardinal.
"Absolutely alone. I should be out of place in all society but that from which my poverty debars me."
"The genealogists do not contest your claim?"
"No; but what good does it do me?"
"Madame," continued the cardinal, "I shall be glad to know in what I can serve you."
"In nothing, monseigneur," she said.
"How! in nothing? Pray be frank."
"I cannot be more frank than I am."
"You were complaining just now."
"Certainly, I complain."
"Well, then?"
"Well, then, monseigneur, I see that you wish to bestow charity on me."
"Oh, madame!"
"Yes, sir, I have taken charity, but I will do so no more. I have borne great humiliation."
"Madame, you are wrong, there is no humiliation in misfortune."
"Not even with the name I bear? Would you beg, M. de Rohan?"
"I do not speak of myself," said he, with an embarra.s.sment mingled with hauteur.
"Monseigneur, I only know two ways of begging: in a carriage, or at a church door in velvet or in rags. Well, just now, I did not expect the honor of this visit; I thought you had forgotten me."
"Oh, you knew, then, that it was I who wrote?"
"Were not your arms on the seal?"
"However, you feigned not to know me."
"Because you did not do me the honor to announce yourself."
"This pride pleases me," said the cardinal.
"I had then," continued Jeanne, "despairing of seeing you, taken the resolution of throwing off all this flimsy parade, which covers my real poverty, and of going in rags, like other mendicants, to beg my bread from the pa.s.sers-by."
"You are not at the end of your resources, I trust, madame?"
Jeanne did not reply.
"You have some property, even if it be mortgaged? Some family jewels?