No. 4.-Also from Madame Mulchinock's, is a dainty and tasteful bonnet, suitable for carriage and opera wear. It is of the Marie Stuart shape, and is made on a soft frame. The foundation is of softest eilken tulle, strapped across with bands of velvet forming diamonds; in the centre of each depends a crystal dewdrop. The bonnet is encircled with a wreath of pearl and gilt flowers. The inside is arranged to correspond, and tulle strings complete a bonnet exquisite and stylish in its minutest detail.

No.5,-One of the most tasteful crea-
tions of Madame Barronne, of 687 Broad-
way, is a white yucut velvet bonnet,
with a plaited crown and plain front.
A superb wreath of acorns, with their
leaves, half encircle the crown, while
on the opposite side floats a graceinl
scarf veil of wbite lace fastened with a
rich gilt ornament. The interior is a
tasteful blending of white tulle and
acorns with their leaves. Rich white
strings, and a bow of the same at the
back.

No. 6 is a coquettish Derby hat, from
Madame Barronne's, of blue Lyoos vel- MADAME WESTCOTT, 774 BROADWAY.
vet. A scarf of illusion eocircles the
crown, and is tied in a graceful bow at
the back. A superb crimson ostrich
pluma curls over the front. The brim
is lined with white satin.

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No. 7. — From the spacious and
elegant showrooms of Madame West-
pott, No. 774 Broadway, is of white
royal velvet, of the latest Parisian
style. Dzintily perched on the top of
the bonnet is a hummiog-bird of the
richest plumage, sustaining a drooping
willow feather. The crown is en-
riched with a band of gold. Bow and
streamers of white ribbon festooned
with gold. The interior is a harmonious
combipation of lace and marigolds,
with a golden chaplet.

No. 8 is one of Madame Westcott's
latest importations from Paris, and is
of the gipsy shape. It is of black vel-
vet, and is lined with royal purple
velvet. The front of the bopnet is
higb. Three bands of black velvet and
gold encircle it, while rich black
plumes curl gracefully over the eidi
and crown. Loog velvet streamers
confine the bonnet under the chin, and
golden flowers blended with jace orna- MADAME WESTCOTT, 774 BROADWAY.
ment the inside.

No. 9.-- The Coquette, from Madame
Westcott's, is one of the latest and most
elegant styles of
round hats. It is
of the richest black
velvet, lined with

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beavy white silk.
A tasteful bow of
black Velvet orpa-
ments the front,
confining a superb
ostrich plume which
gracefully encircles
the hat, which is

ornamented
with very handsome
golden cord

and tassels.

MADAME WESTCOTT, 774 BROADWAY.

PAGE 235.

VOL. XVII.

NOVEMBER, 1865.

No. 5.

battle of Fontenoy, that kings can be grateful, whatever people THE GOLDEN CITY.

choose to say to the contrary.

The marchioness, then, was a widow. She resided, during And the city was pure gold, like unto clear glass.--REVELATIONS, C. 21. the summer, in a charming little chateau, situated half-way up THERE is a golden city

the slope, overhanging the water, on the road from Bougival to Beyond the bridgeless river,

St. Germain. The fine estate of the Countess Dubarry, the And all the ble:t who find its rest

king's favorite mistress, adjoined hers; and on opening her Shall rest in joy for ever.

eyes she could see, without rising, the white gable ends and the Its walls are all salvation,

wide-spreading chestnut-trees of Luciennes, perched upon the Its gatrs are high evangel'.

heights. On this particular day-it was noon-the marchioness, Come to the golden eity And share the bliss of angels.

whilst her attendants dressed her hair and arranged her bead

dress with the most exquisite taste, gravely employed herself in Within the golden city

tossing up, alternately, a couple of fine oranges, which crossed Our white-robed friends a: e walking,

each other in the air, and then dropped into the white and deli. A'l bappy hearts are meeting there,

cate band that caught them in their fall. All of the old ways talking,

This sleight-of-hand-which the marchioness interrupted at And God hath hushed their weeping,

times while she adjusted her beauty-epot on her lip, or cast an Beyond all human pity,

impatient glance on the crystal clock that told how time wag And parted hearts are greeting Within the golden city.

running away with the fair widow's precious moments-had

lasted for ten minutes, when the folding doors were thrown On earth all things deceive us,

open, and a valet, such as one sees now only on the stage, All lovely things are dying,

announced with pompous voice—“The king !" Love only comes to leave us,

Apparently the marchioness was accustomed to such visits ; Our singing turns to sighing.

for sbe but half rose from her seat, as she saluted with her most Poor frail and fainting mortals

gracious smile the personage who entered.
Who Beek each other's pity

It was indeed Louis XV. himself—Louis XV. at sixty-five ;
We long to find the portals
Of our own golden city.

but robust, upright, with smiling lip and beaming eye, and
jauntily clad in a close-fitting, pearl-gray hunting suit, that be-
came him to perfection. He carried under his arm a handsome

fowling-piece, inlaid with mother-of-pearl ; a small pouch, TAE MARCHIONESS AND THE TWO COUNTS.

intended for ammunition alone, hung over his shoulder.

The king had come from Luciennes, almost alone—that is to The marchioness was at hier toilet. Florine and Aspasia, her say, with a captain of the guard, the old Marshal de Richelieu, two ladies'-maids, were busy powdering, as it were, with hoar and a singlo equerry on foot. He had been amusing himself frost, the bewitching widow.

with quail-sbootiog; but a shower of hail had surprised him, She was a widow, this marchioness, a widow of twenty-three ; and his majesty had no relish for it. and wealthy, as very few persons were any longer at the court Fortuoately, he was but a few steps from tbe gateway of the of Louis XV., her godfather.

chateau when the shower commenced. He had come therefore Three-and-twenty years earlier, bis majesty bad held her at to take sbelter with his god-daughter, baving dismissed his the baptismal font of the chapel at Marly, and had settled upon suite, and only keeping with bim a magnificent pointer.

to ber father, the Baron Fontevrault, who had saved bis life at the ' putting down his fowling-piece in a corner. "I have come to

, " kingbe ,

game ?"

ask your hospitality. We were caught in a shower, at your is twenty-five; he is ambitious. I should like a busband vastly gate - Richelieu and I. I have packed off Richelieu. But don't who was longing to reach high offices of stato. Greatness bas put yourself out of the way, marchioness. Let Aspasia finish its own particular merit." this becoming pile of your head-dress, and Florine spread out “Then marry Count de Beaugency." with her silver knife the scente i powder that blends 80 well “I have thought of that, also ; but this poor' unt de Med with the lilies and the roses of yonr bewitching face. Why, my neval" dear marchioness, you're so pretty, one could eat you up!". “Very good," exclaimed the king, laugbin "Now I see “ You think me so, sire ?"

to what purpose the oranges are destined. Denneval pleases “I tell you so every day. Oh, what fine oranges !"

you ; Beaugency would suit you just as well; and since one And the king seated himself upon the roomy sofa, by the side can't have more than one husband, you make them each jump of the marchioness, whose rosy finger-tips he kissed with an

in turn." infinity of grace. Then taking up one of the oranges that he

“Just 39, sire. But observe what happens." ha'l admired, he proceeded leisurely to examine it.

“Ah, what des båppen !" “But," said he at length, “what are oranges doing by the

“That, unwilling and unable to play unfairly, I take equal side of your Chinese powder-hox and your scent-bottles? Is paids to catch the two oranges as they come down ; and that I there any connection between this fruit and the maintenance, catch them both, each time.” easy as it is, marcbioness, of your charms ?'

“ Well, are you willing that I should take part in your " These oranges," replied the lady, gravely, “fulfilled just now, sire, the functions of destiny."

“ You, sire ? Ab, what a joke that would be !" The king opened wide his eyes, and stroked the long ears of

“I am very clumsy, marchioness. To a certainty, in less his dog, by way of giving the marcbiopess time to explain her than three minutes Beaugency and Menneval will be rolliog on meaning.

the floor." “ It was the countess who gave them to me," she continued.

"Ah !" exclaimed the lady; " and if you have any prefer“Madame Dubarry ?"

ence for one or the other ?' "Exactly su, sire."

“No; we'll do better. Look, I take tbe two orange-you “A trumpery gift, it seems to me, marchioness." “I hold it, on the contrary, to be an important one ; since I them one of these toilet pips, making up your own miod which

peark them carefully ; or, better still, you stick into one of repeat to your majesty, that these oranges decide my fate."

of the two is to represent Beaugency, and leaving me on that “I give it up," said the king. "Imagine, sire ; yesterday I found the countess occupied in sball marry his rival; if it happen just otherwise, you shall

point entirely in the dark. If Beaugency touch the floor, you tossing her oranges up and down, in this way;" and the mar.

resign yourself to become an ambassadress." chioness recommenced her game with a skill that cannot be

" Excellent! Now, sire, let's see the result" described. "I see.” Faid the king ; "she accompanied this singular above his head. Bat, at the third pass, the two rolled down

The king took the two oranges and played shuttle with them amusement with the words, 'Up, Choiseul! up, Praslin !' and, upon the embroidered carpet, and the marchioness broke out on my word, I can fancy how the pair jumped."

into a merry fit of laughter. “Precisely ro, sire."

"I foresaw as much,'' exclaimed his majesty. “What a "And do you dabble in politics, marchioness? Have you a

clumsy fellow I am !" fancy for uniting with the countess, just to mortify my poor

" and we more puzzled than ever, sire !" ministers?"

“So we are, marchioness; but the best thing we can do is to “By no means, sire ; for, in place of Monsieur de Choiseul slice the oranges, sugar them well, and season them with a dash and the Duke de Praslin, I was saying to myself, just now, of rum." *Up, Menneval! up, Beaugency !'" " Ay, ay,” returned the king; "and why the deuce would the marcbionegs, in piteous accents.

" And Count de Menneval ? and Count de Beaugency ?" said

“ How is the question to you have them jumping, those two good-looking noblemen- be settled p" Menneval, who is a Cresus, and Beaugency, who is a statesman,

Lonis XV. began to cogitate. and dances the minuet to perfection."

"Are you quite sure," said be, “that both of them are in “I'll tell you," said the lady. “You know, sire, that Count

love with you?” de Mengeval is an accomplished gentleman, a handsome man, a

Probably so," returned shc, with a little coquettish smile gallant cavalier, an indefatigable dancer, and longing for no

sent back to ber from the mirror opposite. thing so much as to live in the country, on his estate in Tou

“And their love is equally strong ?”' raine, on the banks of the Loire, with the woman whom he

"I trust so, sire." loves or will love, far from the court, from grandeur, and from

" And I don't believe a word of it." turmoil. Nor are you unaware, sire, that Count de Beaugency

“Ah !" said the marchioness, “but that is, in truth a most is one of the most brilliant courtiers of Versailles ; ambitious, terrible supposition. Besides, sire, they are on their way burning with zeal for the service of your majesty, and capable hither." of going to the end of the earth-with the title of Ambassador " Both of them ?" of the King of France."

“One after the other : Peaugency at one o'clock precisely ; “I know that," chimed in Louis XV. with a laugh. Bat, Mendeval at two, I promised them my decision to-morrow, on alas ! I bave more ambassadors than embassies. My ante condition that they would pay me a final visit to-day." chambers overflow every morning."

As the marchion-s3 finished, the valet, wbo had announced “ Now," continued the marchioness, “I have been a widow the king, came to inform bis mistress that Count de Beaugency these two years past."

was in the drawing-room, and solicited the favor of admission “ A loog time, there's no denying."

to pay his respects. "Ah !" sighed she, “there's no need to tell me so, sire. “Capital !” said Louis XV. smiling as though he were But Count de Meppeval loves me—at least, he says so, and I eighteen ; "show Count de Beaugency in. Marchioness you am easily persuaded.”

will receiv him, and tell him the price that you set upon your “Very well; then marry Count de Menneval.”

band." “I have thought of it, sire; and, in truth, I might do much “And what is this price, sire !'' worse. I should like well enough to live in the country, under “ You must give him the choice, either to renounce you, or the willow trees, on the borders of the river, with a husband, to consent to send in to me his resignation of his appointments, fond, yielding, loving! But," added the lady, "Count de in order that he may go and bury himself with his wife on his Beaugency loves me equally well."

estate of Courlac, in Poitou, there to live the life of a country. “Ab, ha! the ambitious man !"

nobleman." " Ambition does not shut out love, sire. Count de Beaugency “And then, sire ?"

6 Yon will allow him a couple of hours for reflection, and so “ That is fortunate indeed; for to be prepared for all, isto dismiss him.

accomplish one, without the slightest difficulty ; and it is but å "And in the end ?"

single one that I require." “The resé is my concern.

“Oh, speak! Must a throne bo conquered ?" Aud the king got up, taking his dog and his gun, and con- “By no means. You must only call to mind that you own a cealed himself behind a screen, drawing also a curtain, that he fine chateau in Poitou." might be completely hidden.

“ Pooh !" said Beaugency; "a shed.” “What is your intention, sire ?" asked the marchioness.

“Every man's house is his castle," replied the widow ; “I conceal myself, like the kings of Persia, from the eyes of "and having called it to mind, you need only order postmy subjects,” replied Louis XV. " Hush ! marchioness."

horses." A few moments later, and the Count de Beaugency entered 4. For what purpose ?"'. the room.

“To carry me off to Courlac. It is there that your almoner The count was a charming cavalier ; tall, slight, with a shall unite us, in the chapel, in the presence of your domestics moustache black and curling upwards, an eye sparkling and and your vassals, our only witnesses.” intelligent, a Roman nose, an Austrian lip, a firm step. a noble

“A singular whim, marchioness ; but I submit to it." and imposing presence.

“Very well. We will set out this evening. Ah! I forgot.” The marchioness blushed slightly at the sight of him, but

“What, further ?'' offered him her hand to kiss, and begged him by a gesture to be

“Before starling, you will send in your resignation to the seated.

king." “Marchioness," said Beaugency, as he held in his hands the

Count de Beaugency almost bounded from his seat. rosy fingers of the lovely widow, “it is fully a week since you

“Do you dream of tbat, marchioness ?"' received me!"

“Assuredly. You will not at Courlac be able to perform “A week ? why, you were here yesterday !" " Then I must have counted the hours for ages."

your duties at court." “A compliment which may be found in one of the younger

" And on returning ?"

"We will not return." Crebillon's books!” “ You are hard upon me, marchioness."

“ We will-not-return !" slowly ejaculated Count de Beau“ Perbaps 60; it comes naturally ; I am tired."

gency " Where then shall we proceed ?'' “Ah, marchioness! Heaven knows that I would make of

“Nowhere. We will remain at Courlac."

" All the summer!" your existence one never ending fete !" “That would at least be wearisome."

"And all the winter. I count upon settling myself there, "Say a word, my lady, one single word, and my fortone my after our marriage. I have a horror of the court. I do not future prospects, my ambition"

like the tura oil. Grandeur wearies me. I look forward only “You are still, then, as ambitious as ever ?"!

to a simple and charming country life-to the tranquil and " More than ever since I have been in love with you." happy existence of the forgotten lady of the castle. What “Is that necessary ?"'

matters it to you! You are ambitious for my love's sake. I • Beyond a doubt. Ambition-what is it but honors, wealtb, care but little for ambition ; you ought to care for it still less, the envious look of impotent rivals, the admiration of the since you are in love with me." crowd, the favor of monarchs ? And is not one's love unanswer- “But, marchioness—" ably and most triumphantly proved, in laying all this at the “Hush ! it's a bargain. Still, for form's sake, I give you feet of the woman whom one adores ?

one hour to reflect. There, pass out that way; go into the “ You may be right."

winter drawing-room that you will find at the end of the gal"I may be right, marchioness! Listen to me, my fair lady-lery, and send me your answer upon a leaf of your tablets. I love."

am about to complete my toilet, which I left unfinished to "I am all attention, my lord.”

receive you." “ Between us, who are well born, and consort not with And the marchioness opened a door, bowed Beaugency into plebeians, that vulgar and sentimental sort of love wbich is the corridor, and closed the door upon him. painted by those wbo write books for your mantuamakers and “ Marchionees,” cried the king, from his hiding-place and cham bermaids, would be in exceedingly bad taste. It would through the screen, "you will offer Count do. Menneval the be but slighting love and making no account of its enjoyment, embassy of Pruse ia, which I promise you for bim." were we to go and bury it in some obscure corner of the pro- “And you will not emerge from your retreat ?" vinces, or if Paris-we, who belong to Versailles--liviog away “Certainly not! It is far more amusing to remain behind there with it, in monotonous solitude and unchanging contem- the scenes. One hears all, laughs at one's ease, and is not plation !!

troubled with saying anything." “Ah!” said the marchioners, "you think so pri

It struck two. Count de Menneval was announced. His “ Tell me, rather, of fetes that dazzle ope with lights, with majesty remained snug, and shammed dead. noise, with smiles, with wit, through which one glides intoxi- Count de Menneval was at all points a cavalier who yielded cated, with the fair conquest in triumph on one's arm. Why nothing to his rival, Coant de Beaugency. He was fair. He hide one's happiness, in place of parading it? The jealousy of had a blue eye, a broad forehead, a mouth that wore a dreamy the world does but increase, and cannot diminish it. My uncle, expreseion, and that somewhat pensive air which became so the cardinal, stands well at court. He has the king's ear, and well the troubadours of France in the olden time. will, ere long, procure me one of the northern embassies. Can

He was timid, but he passionately loved the beautiful widow ; pot you fancy yourseli madame the Ambassadress, treading on and his dearest dream was of passing his whole life at her feet, the platiorm of a drawing-room, as royalty with royalty, with in well-chosen retirement, far from those envious lookers-on, the i ighest nobility of a kingdom-having the men at your who are ever ready to fling their sarcasms on quiet happiness, feet, and the women on lower seats around you, whilst you and who dissemble their envy under a cloak of philosophie yourself are occupant of a throne, and wield a sceptre.” scepticism.

And as Coxot de Beaugency warmed with his own eloquence, He trembled as he entered the marchioness's boudoir. He he gently slid froin his seat to the knees of the marchioness, remained standing before her, and blushed as he kissed her whose band he covered with kisses.

hand. At length, encouraged by a smile, emboldened by the Sbe listened to him, with a smile on her lips, and then solemnity of tais coveted interview, he spoke to her of his love, abruptly said to him. “Ri-e, my lord, and hear me in turn. with a poetic simplicity and an uppremedituted warmth of Are you in truth sincerely attached to me?''

heart-the genuine enthusiasm of a priest, who has faith in the “ With my soul, marchioness!"'

olject of his alloration. “Are you prepared to make every sacrifice ?!!

As he spoke, the marchioness sighed, and said within herself, “Every one, my lady."

" He is right. Love is happiness. Love is to be two indeed,

but one at the same time, and to be free from those importu- “Marchioness," wbispered Lonis XV. in the ear of his godnate intermeddlers, the indifference or the mocking attention daughter, "true love is that which does not shrink from a of the world."

sacrifice." She remembered, however, the advice of the king, and thus And the king peeled the second orange and ate it, as he addressed the count:

placed the hand of the widow in that of De Menneval. “What will you indeed do, my lord, in order to convince me Tben be added : of your affections ?"

“I bave been making three persons happy ; the marchioness, "All that man can do."

whose indecision I have relieved ; the Count de Menneval, who The count was less bold than Beaugency, who had talked of shall marry her; and Count de Beaugency, who will percbance conquering a throne. He was probably more sincere.

prove a sorry Ambassador. In all this, I have only neglected “I am ambitious,'' said the widow.

my own interests, for I have been eating the oranges without “Ab !" replied Count de Menneval, sorrowfully.

sugar -- and yet they pretend to say that I am a selfish " And I would that the man whom I marry should aspire to monarch !” everything, and achieve everything."

“I will try so to do, if you wish it."
"Listen ; I give you an hour to reflect. I am, you know,

EVENING HOURS.
the kiog's god-daughter. I have begged of him an embassy
for you."

The evenings comprehea i a large and invaluable portion of "Ah !” said Count de Menneval, with indifference.

our time, upon the proper improvement of which depends, in "He has granted my request. If you love me, you will a very great degree, the inteilectual and mural improvement accept the offer. We will be married this evening, and your and happiness of individnals and families. The e eveniog excellency the anibas-ador to Pruseia will set off for Berlin hours, oa many accounts, are the best of our earthly existence. immediately after the nuptials. Reflect ; I grant you an bour." | Gathered around the cheerful and comfortable fire, the world

“It is useless," answered Count de Menn-val; “I bave no shut out, the gleaming lights d spenting their animating beams need of reflection, for I love you. Your wishes are my orders ; upon the family group, conversation fws with unwonted freeto obey you is my sole desire. I accept the embassy."

dim, the pleniot tale is told and listened to with vivid in“Never mind," said she, trembling with joy and blushing terect. Reading from a good book is heard with attention and deeply.“ Pass into the room, wherein you were just now wait-profit; and, in a well-managed household, while the members ing. I must complete my toilet, and I shall then be at your of the family generally are engaged in light but useful employ. service. I will summon you."

ments, some one muy profitably entert in the rest-or all may The marchioness handed out the second count by the right- engage in agreeable interchanges of thougbt and feeling. hand door, as she had hap:ied out the first by the left; and

A great deal may be accomplisted for the mind of a family then siid to herself, “I shall be prettily embarrassed if Count by providing entertaizing and iostructing resding. It is won . de Beaugency should consent to end bis days at Courlac !" derful how much may be done to open, enlarge and improve

Thereupon the king removed the sereen and reappeared. ibe mind and heart of a household tbrough the medium of a

His majesty stepped quietly to the round table whereon he book or magazine, read and commented upon while the family had replaced the oranges, and took up one of them.

are collec.eu around the fire when the business of the day is “Ah !" exclaimed the marchioners, “I perceive, sire, that you foresee the difficulty that is about to spring up, and go back

Sappose a family seated after tea, and while the ma ber and accordingly to the oranges, in order to settle it."

daughter are engaged in some light and ordinary employment, As his sole reply, Louis XV. took a small ivory-bandled pen- an intelligent buy takes down a rew book which was brought knife froin his waistcoat pocket, made an incision in the riod of to him to-day by his father, and commences resding aloud. the orange, peeled yt off very neatly, divided the fruit into two | The first two or three pages contain an interesting chapter of parts, and offered one to the astonished marchioness.

bistory, ancient or modern ; next comes a touching moral " But, sire, what are you doing?” was her eager inquiry.

rtory; then a beautiful little poem; then a chapter of travels ; " You see that I am eating the orange."

after tbat some information in geography, or a description of " But-"

some curious trado or difficult art; and thus to the end of the " It was of no manner of use to us."

book, article after article, each giving fome Dew, valuabie and " You have decided then ?"

pleasing instruction, while the whole is ruitably embellished “Uaquestionably. Count de Menneval loves you better with engraved representations of the thing difcribed. than Count de Beaugency."

Surel; an hour spent in this way will not only pass agree“ That is not quite certain yet; let us wait."

ably, but all will be benefited ; they will be improved by tho “Look," said the king, pointing to the valet who entered experience ; probably every member of such a family will know with a note from Beaugency. “You'll soon see."

something he did not know before ; and even without much The widow opened the pote, and read :

advantage of school education, the children of this family grow “MADAM - I love you -- heaven is my witness ; and to give up to be intelligent, refined, and respectable members of you up is the most cruel of sacrifices. But I am a nobleman. society. A nobleman belongs to the king. My life, my blood are his. I We throw out these suggestions for the benefit of tha fami. cannot, without forfeit of my loyalty, abandon his service" lies into which this journal may find admission. But there

may lie individuals who are not so fortunate as to belong to "Et cetera," cbimed in the king, as was observed by the families that feel an interest in such culture as we bave spoken Abbé Fleury, my tutor. Marchioness, call in Count de Menne-of. Let not such persons, therefore, despond. If any young val."

person will diligently improve his evening hours by himse f, Count de Menneval entered, and was greatly troubled to see

he will soon be abundantly compensated by the arquisition of the king in the widow's boudoir. "Count," said his majesty, “Lord de Beaugency was deeply induce him to part with.

a fund of knowledge which do pecuniary consideration would in love with the marchioness ; but he was more deeply still in love-since he would not renounce it, to please her with the embassy to Prussia. And you, you love the marchioness much better than you love me, since you would only enter my service

MAXIM BY A MAN OF THE WORLD. --Never refuse assistance to for her sake. This leads me to believe that you would be but a

a friend in distress, unless you are qnite sure that you will lukewarm public servant, and that Count de Beaugency will never be in a position to require bis aid in return; or, if you make an excellent Ambassador. He will start for Berlin this are, that you won't got it. evening; and you shall marry the marchionols. I will be INDUSTRY. - Industry and economy will get rich, while sapresent at the ceremony."

gacity and intrigue are laying their plans.

(one.