After her Majesty descended her gentleman-usher.  Then came the lady-in-waiting, Madame de Sauve, the wife of the state secretary in attendance on Charles, and a triumphant, coquettish beauty, than a fat, good-humoured Austrian dame, always called Madame la Comtesse, because her German name was unpronounceable, and without whom the Queen never stirred, and lastly a little figure, rounded yet slight, slender yet soft and plump, with a kitten-like alertness and grace of motion, as she sprang out, collected the Queen’s properties of fan, kerchief, pouncet-box, mantle, &c., and disappeared in to the chateau, without Berenger’s being sure of anything but that her little black hat had a rose-coloured feather in it.

The Queen was led to a chair placed under one of the largest trees, and there Charles presented to her such of his gentlemen as she was not yet acquainted with, the Baron de Ribaumont among the rest.

‘I have heard of M. de Ribaumont,’ she said, in a tone that made the colour mantle in his fair cheek; and with a sign of her hand she detained him at her side till the King had strolled away with Madame la Sauve, and no one remained near but her German countess.  Then changing her tone to one of confidence, which the high-bred homeliness of her Austrian manner rendered inexpressibly engaging, she said, ’I must apologize, Monsieur, for the giddiness of my sister-in-law, which I fear caused you some embarrassment.’

‘Ah, Madame,’ said Berenger, kneeling on one knee as she addressed him, and his heart bounding with wild, undefined hope, ’I cannot be grateful enough.  It was that which led to my being undeceived.’

‘It was true, then, that you were mistaken?’ said the Queen.

’Treacherously deceived, Madame, by those whose interest it is to keep us apart,’ said Berenger, colouring with indignation; ’they imposed my other cousin on me as my wife, and caused her to think me cruelly neglectful.’

‘I know,’ said the Queen.  ’Yet Mdlle. de Ribaumont is far more admired than my little blackbird.’

‘That may be, Madame, but not by me.’

‘Yet is it true that you came to break off the marriage?’

‘Yes, Madame,’ said Berenger, honestly, ‘but I had not seen her.’

‘And now?’ said the Queen, smiling.

‘I would rather die than give her up,’ said Berenger.  ’Oh, Madame, help us of your grace.  Every one is trying to part us, every one is arguing against us, but she is my own true wedded wife, and if you will but give her to me, all will be well.’

‘I like you, M. de Ribaumont,’ said the Queen, looking him full in the face.  ’You are like our own honest Germans at my home, and I think you mean all you say.  I had much rather my dear little Nid de Merle were with you than left here, to become like all the others.  She is a good little Liegling,—­how do you call it in French?  She has told me all, and truly I would help you with all my heart, but it is not as if I were the Queen-mother.  You must have recourse to the King, who loves you well, and at my request included you in the hunting-party.’