James Grant, Arthur Blane; or, The Hundred Cuirassiers (1858)
“ Now poor Mademoiselle Nicola is from Nanci—which is her misfortune, but not her fault.' 'And how about yourself—your own safety?' 'Though Louis is ill—all but bedridden at present—my position is secure. Nicola is but a waiting-maid.' 'But dangerously beautiful.' The expressive eyes of the Countess became severe and disdainful. 'She is faithful and attached to me, poor little creature; yet I can evade the Cardinal's edict no longer. She is a woman, a girl rather, without a legitimate protector, and you are a gallant chevalier. ”
