kingdom, he looked at me very fixedly,, and, with an arching
brow, said, "Mais, mademoiselle--aprŠs tout--le roi--est il bien
gu‚ri?"(25)

I gave him such assurances as he could not doubt, from their
simplicity, which resulted from their truth.

Mr. Young would hardly let Sarah and me retreat; however, we
promised to meet soon to coffee. I went away full of concern for
his injuries, and fuller of amazement at the
vivacity with which he bore them.

When at last we met in the drawing-room, I found the duc all
altered. Mr. Young had been forced away by business, and was but
just returned, and he had therefore been left a few
minutes by himself; the effect was visible, and extremely
touching. Recollections and sorrow had retaken possession of his
mind; and his spirit, his vivacity, his power of
rallying were all at an end. He was strolling about the
room with an air the most gloomy, and a face that
looked enveloped in clouds of sadness and
moroseness. There was a fiert‚ almost even fierce in his air and
look, as, wrapped in himself, he continued his walk. I felt now
an increasing compassion:--what must he not suffer when he ceases
to fight with his calamities! Not to disturb him we talked with
one another; but he soon shook himself and joined us; though he
could not bear to sit down, or
stand a moment in a place.