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discover motives of joy; at present, blood, relationship, hu-
manity,—all work; and my entrails are moved." I praised his
sentiments, but repeated my surprise. He rose, thrust his
head into a corner, and with his nose there, wept bitterly and
sobbed, which if I had not seen I could not have believed.

After a little silence, however, I exhorted him to calm him-
self. I represented to him that, everybody knowing on what
terms ho had been with Monseigneur, he would be laughed at,
as playing a part, if his eyes showed that he had been weeping.
He did what ho could to remove the marks of his tears, and
we then went back into the other room.

The interview of tho Duchcsse do Bourgogno with the King
had not been long. She met him in tho avenue between the
two stables, got down, and wont to the door of tho carriage.
Madame do Main.ton.on cried out, " Where aro you going ? Wo
bear tho plague about with us." I do not know what tho
King said or did. Tho Princcsso returned to her carriage, and
caino back to Versailles, bringing in reality the first news of
tho actual death of Monseignour.

Acting upon, tho advice of M. do Beauvilliers, all tho company
had gono into tho salon. Tho two Princes, Monseigneur de
Bourgogno and M. de Berry, were there, seated on one sofa,
their Princesses at fcheir side; all the rest of the company were
scattered about in confusion, seated or standing, some of the
ladies being on the floor, near tho sofa. There could be no doubt
of what had happened. It was plainly written on every face
in the chamber and throughout tho apartment. Monseigneur
was no more: it was known: it was spoken of: constraint with
respect to him no longer existed. Amidst the surprise, tho
confusion, and the movements that prevailed, the sentiments of
all wore painted to the life in looks and gestures.

In tho outside rooms were heard tho constrained groans and
sighs of tho valets—grieving for tho master they had lost as
well as for tho master that had succeeded. Farther on begau
tho crowd of courtiers of all kinds. Tho greater number—thab
is to say the fools—pumped up sighs as well as they could,
and with wandering but dry eyes, sung the praises of Mon-