adventures of gallantry."

The Princess of Cleves had never heard before of the amour
between the Duke de Nemours and the Queen-Dauphin; she was so
much surprised at what her mother had told her, and seemed to see
so plainly how she had been mistaken in her thoughts about the
Duke, that she changed countenance. Madam de Chartres perceived
it. Visitors came in that moment; and the Princess of Cleves
retired to her own apartment, and shut herself up in her closet.

One can't express the grief she felt to discover, by what her
mother had been just saying, the interest her heart had in the
Duke de Nemours; she had not dared as yet to acknowledge it to
her secret thoughts; she then found, that the sentiments she had
for him were such as the Prince of Cleves had required of her;
she perceived how shameful it was to entertain them for another,
and not for a husband that deserved them; she found herself under
the utmost embarrassment, and was dreadfully afraid lest the Duke
should make use of her only as a means to come at the
Queen-Dauphin, and it was this thought determined her to impart
to her mother something she had not yet told her.

The next morning she went into her mother's chamber to put her
resolves in execution, but she found Madam de Chartres had some
touches of a fever, and therefore did not think proper to speak
to her: this indisposition however appeared to insignificant,
that Madam de Cleves made no scruple after dinner to visit the
Queen-Dauphin; she was in her closet with two or three ladies of
her most familiar acquaintance. "We were speaking," said she
to her, as soon as she saw her, "of the Duke de Nemours, and