The Last Duchess of Belgarde

In the great, green old garden of Madame, the Countess of Floramour, sat her granddaughter, little Mademoiselle Trimousette, wondering when she was to be married and to whom. Su...

Never was a bride less burdened with the details of her marriage than was Mademoiselle Trimousette. Her grandmother arranged the settlements, provided the trousseau, and did not...

Instead of a honeymoon at Boury, the old Breton castle on the cliffs over the sounding seas, where the salt spray upon the crumbling towers, the Duke and Duchess of Belgarde had...

The gayety and racketing went on during the whole year at one place or another--the Château de Belgarde, other châteaus, Paris and Versailles. Trimousette saw Madame de Valençay...

This rosy vision of Boury with her duke lasted Trimousette just twenty-four hours. The duke, on reflection, concluded that Boury was too far away from Paris, where all was tumul...

It was one thing to catch the Duke of Belgarde and another thing to keep him. Exactly one week from the night of his arrest and imprisonment he was once more at large, and all t...

In the long days and months and years Trimousette spent at Boury she was forced to employ herself. She had no great taste for books beyond books of poetry, but she practiced on...

Presently the first agitation was past, and Trimousette told, as if it were the simplest thing in the world, the story of her journey alone by _diligence_ from the Breton coast...

Every day at noon the prisoners walked for an hour in the garden and courtyard of the Temple. They were quite cheerful, and sometimes even gay. Madame Guillotine was grown famil...

The night in its pale glory passed, and the morning dawned as fair as if the world were freshly made. The duke waited until seven o’clock for Trimousette to wake; she had slept...