On the same day at noon the king entered a drawing-room, where the queen was sitting in full dress, but pale through her rouge, and surrounded by a party of ladies and gentlemen. He glanced frequently towards the door. "Are not the young couple ready? I believe it is noon," he said.
"Sire, M. de Charny is waiting in the gallery for your majesty's orders," said the queen, with a violent effort.
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