ndeavours to please them. Indeed, they hate me not for my own
sake, but for my mother's; she formerly gave them some jealousy and
uneasiness; the King was in love with her before he was in love with
the Duchess; and in the first years of his marriage, when he had no
issue, he appeared almost resolved to be divorced from the Queen, in
order to make room for my mother, though at the same time he had some
affection for the Duchess. Madam de Valentinois being jealous of a
lady whom he had formerly loved, and whose wit and beauty were capable
of lessening her interest, joined herself to the Constable, who was no
more desirous than herself that the King should marry a sister of the
Duke of Guise; they possessed the deceased King with their sentiments;
and though he mortally hated the Duchess of Valentinois, and loved the
Queen, he joined his endeavours with theirs to prevent the divorce; but
in order to take from the King all thoughts of marrying the Queen my
mother, they struck up a marriage between her and the King of Scotland,
who had had for his first wife the King's sister, and they did this
because it was the easiest to be brought to a conclusion, though they
failed in their engagements to the King of England, who was very
desirous of marrying her; and that failure wanted but little of
occasioning a rupture between the two Crowns: for Henry the Eighth was
inconsolable, when he found himself disappointed in his expectations of
marrying my mother; and whatever other Princess of France was proposed
to him, he always said, nothing could make him amends for her he had
been deprived of. It is certainly true, that my mother was a perfect
beauty; and what is very remarkable, is, that being the widow of the
Duke of Longueville, three Kings should court her in marriage. Her ill
fortune gave her to the least of them, and placed her in a kingdom
where she meets with nothing but trouble. They say I resemble her, but
I fear I shall resemble her only in her unhappy destiny; and whatever
fortune may seem to promise me at present, I can never think I shall
enjoy it."

Mademoiselle de Chartres answered the Queen, that these melancholy
presages were so ill-grounded, that they would not disturb her long,
and that she ought not to doubt but her good fortune would accomplish
whatever it promised.

No one now entertained any further thoughts of Mademoiselle de
Chartres, either fearing to incur the King's displeasure, or despairing
to su