Henry Curties, A Queen's Error
“ At the word "mother" the old lady paused, and I saw her blue eyes fixed on a distant sail on the lake, with a sad, almost yearning look in them.But in a moment it was gone. She turned to us, smiling."You must take a glass of Chartreuse," she said, filling the tiny glasses, "it is so good for you. It is a perfect elixir!"We drank the liqueur more to please her than anything else; then Dolores rose. I have never seen such a look of pain on her sweet face as was there then. God send I never see such again!"No doubt, Madame la Comtesse," she began, "you wish to speak to my husband alone?" ”
