you--perhaps you may find among them one who is both ardent and
desirable."

Louise remained thoughtful for a few moments. The king observed her
closely.

"Well," he said, after a pause, "have you made your selection?"

Madame von Kleist sighed, and her beautiful bright eyes filled with
tears. She took leave of her most cherished and ambitious dream--
bade farewell to her future of regal pomp and splendor.

"Yes, sire, I have found an e'poitseur, who only needs
encouragement, to offer me his heart and hand."

"Is he of good family?"

"Yes, sire."

"Military?"

"Yes, sire. He wears only a captain's epaulets. Your majesty sees
that I am modest."

"On the day of his marriage he shall be major. When the Church
pronounces her blessing, the king's blessing shall not be wanting.
We are, of course, agreed. When will you be engaged?"

"Sire, that depends upon my lover, and when I succeed in bringing
him to terms."