“M. Chicot, I am not used to jesters, having lived little at court, and I warn you that before my king I do not like to be humiliated, above all when I speak of my duties.”
“Well, monsieur,” said Chicot, “we are not like you, we court people laughed heartily at the last joke.”
“And what was that?”
“Making you chief huntsman.”
Monsoreau looked daggers at Chicot.
“Come, come,” said Henri, “let us speak of something else.”
“Yes, let us speak of the merits of Nôtre Dame de Chartres.”
“Chicot, no impiety.”
“I impious! it is you, on the contrary; there were two chemises accustomed to be together, and you separated them. Join them together and a miracle may happen.”
This illusion to the estrangement of the king and queen made everyone laugh.