Jeanne quickened her pace; her feet moved so quickly her heavy skirts became entangled around her legs as she turned a corner, but she didn"t slow down.
“Mon Dieu!” Jeanne scudded to a stop.
Mon DieuComing toward her at a leisurely pace was the Marquis and Marquise de Retz, lifelong friends of her parents.
Jeanne had no choice but to slow her pace and drop into a respectful curtsey to the elderly couple.
“Chère Jeanne,” the marquise twittered with her age-warbled voice. “It is so nice to see you back from the convent.”
Chère“Merci, Madame.” Jeanne feigned good manners and gentility. “It is good to be back.”
Merci“Are your mother and father here in the city with you?” the white-wigged, aged-spotted marquis asked.
“Only Maman,” Jeanne replied politely. “She"s at home resting.”
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