“You are joking, are you not, M. Chicot?”
“Ask!”
“Whom?”
“The king.”
“I cannot question his majesty.”
“Oh! yes, if you go about it in the right way.”
“Well,” said the count. “I cannot remain in this uncertainty.” And leaving Chicot, he went to the king’s apartment.
“Where is the king?” he asked: “I have to render an account to him of the execution of some orders he gave me.”
“With M. le Duc d’Anjou,” replied the man.
“With the Duke; then he is not dead?”