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_ '' My dear Mrs. Barthow , he sprang from his chair , and fell on his knees , and kissed my hands , before I could stop him . And when his mother and father , and all the rest , found that I was the particular _ soeur de la charité _ who had had the care of dear Louis when he was hurt , and that it was I he had told of that very day , -- for the thousandth time , I believe , -- who gave him that glass of claret , and cheered up his Christmas , I verily believe they would have taken me to the church to worship me . They were not satisfied , -- the women with kissing me , or the men with shaking hands with each other , -- the whole _ auberge _ had to be called in ; and poor I was famous . I need not say I cried my eyes out ; and when , at ten o'clock , they let me go to bed , I was worn out with crying , and laughing , and talking , and listening ; and I believe they were as much upset as I . Now that is just the beginning ; and yet I see I must stop . But , for forty-eight hours , I have been simply a queen . I can hardly put my foot to the ground .