“Why so?”
“To come here to see this nonsense.”
“Monseigneur, I wish to speak to you at once.”
“Where have you been for the last three weeks?”
“That is just what I have to tell you.”
“Well, you must wait until we leave the church.”
“So much the worse.”
“Patience, here is the end.”
Indeed, the king was putting on one of these chemises, and the queen another. Then they all knelt down, and afterwards the king, taking off his holy tunic, left the church.
“Now, monseigneur,” said Bussy, “shall we go to your house?”