ochefort was, and who was beheaded with her:
thus was she punished for having falsely accused Anne Boleyn. And
Henry the Eighth died, being become excessive fat."

All the ladies, that were present when the Queen-Dauphin made this
relation, thanked her for having given them so good an account of the
Court of England; and among the rest Madam de Cleves, who could not
forbear asking several questions concerning Queen Elizabeth.

The Queen-Dauphin caused pictures in miniature to be drawn of all the
beauties of the Court, in order to send them to the Queen her mother.
One day, when that of Madam de Cleves was finishing, the Queen-Dauphin
came to spend the afternoon with her; the Duke de Nemours did not fail
to be there; he let slip no opportunities of seeing Madam de Cleves,
yet without appearing to contrive them. She looked so pretty that day,
that he would have fell in love with her, though he had not been so
before: however he durst not keep his eyes fixed upon her, while she
was sitting for her picture, for fear of showing too much the pleasure
he took in looking at her.

The Queen-Dauphin asked Monsieur de Cleves for a little picture he had
of his wife's, to compare it with that which was just drawn; everybody
gave their judgment of the one and the other; and Madam de Cleves
ordered the painter to mend something in the headdress of that which
had been just brought in; the painter in obedience to her took the
picture out of the case in which it was, and having mended it laid it
again on the table.

The Duke de Nemours had long wished to have a picture of Madam de
Cleves; when he saw that which Monsieur de Cleves had, he could not
resist the temptation of stealing it from a husband, who, he believed,
was tenderly loved; and he thought that among so many persons as were
in the same room he should be no more liable to suspicion than another.

The Queen-Dauphin was sitting on the bed, and whispering to Madam de
Cleves, who was standing before her. Madam de Cleves, through one of
the curtains that was but half-drawn, spied the Duke de Nemours with
his back to the table, that stood at the bed's feet, and perceived that
without turning his face he took something very dextrously from off the
table; she presently guessed it was her picture, and was in such
concern about it, that the Queen-Dauphin observed she did not attend to
what she said, and asked her aloud what it was she looked at. At those
words, the Duke de Nemou