A Marriage Under the Terror. E-book. Formato PDF Patricia Wentworth   -  Forgotten Books, 2017  - 

T was high noon on a mid-august morning of the year 1792, but Jeanne, the waiting-maid, had only just set the coffee down on the small table within the ruelle Of Mme de Montargis' magnificent bed. Great ladies did not trouble themselves to rise too early in those days, and a beauty who has been a beauty for twenty years was not more anxious then than now to face the un?attering freshness of the morning air. Laure de Montargis stirred in the shadow of her brocaded curtains, put out a white hand for the cup, sipped from it, murmured that the coffee was cold, and pushed it from her With a fretful exclamation that made Jeanne frown as She drew the tan-coloured curtains and let in the mid-day glare. Madame had been up late, Madame had lost at faro, and her servants would have to put up with Heaven alone knew how many megrims in consequence. Madame suffers? Inquired Jeanne Obsequiously, but with pursed lips.