| Image | Titre/Title | Note ↑ | Oeuvre/Work | Artiste |  | "Diane uttered a feeble cry. The Count's pallor was that of a corpse, while his smile was that of a demon." | | La Dame de Monsoreau | Allen, A. W. |
 | "Your highness mistakes your way," said Monsoreau. "True," said the duke, "thank you." | | La Dame de Monsoreau | |
 | Chicot and Gorenflot | | La Dame de Monsoreau | Merrill, Frank Thayer |
 | "Well, Henri, you can read, read this" | | La Dame de Monsoreau | |
 | "Diane Alive!" murmered the Baron de Méridor | | La Dame de Monsoreau | |
 | Castle of Fontainebleau | | La Dame de Monsoreau | |
 | Charles de Lorraine, Duke of Mayenne | | La Dame de Monsoreau | |
 | "Jeanne ran away." | | La Dame de Monsoreau | |
 | A terror he could not resist held François in its clutches. | | La Dame de Monsoreau | Merrill, Frank Thayer |
 | Chicot ran over the parchment brought by Pierre de Gondy, his eyes sparkling with joy and pride. | | La Dame de Monsoreau | Merrill, Frank Thayer |
 | He took, or rather, tore, the pen from the count's hand and signed. | | La Dame de Monsoreau | Merrill, Frank Thayer |
 | "I respect you monsieur; you were horribly jealous, but you were a brave man." | | La Dame de Monsoreau | Merrill, Frank Thayer |
 | "I was able to distinguish in front of his saddle the form of a woman, and his hand pressed over her mouth." | | La Dame de Monsoreau | Merrill, Frank Thayer |
 | Upon a little wooden bench backed against the church wall sat Diane. | | La Dame de Monsoreau | Merrill, Frank Thayer |
 | "You are wounded, my dear monsieur, are you not?" | | La Dame de Monsoreau | Merrill, Frank Thayer |
 | "You will get me killed, madame," said he. | | La Dame de Monsoreau | Merrill, Frank Thayer |
