“The Angevins!”
“You do not think so?”
“Do you, really?”
“Tell me what you think, madame.”
“Why should I?”
“To enlighten me.”
“Enlighten you! I am but a doting old woman, whose only influence lies in her prayers and repentance.”
“No, mother; speak, you are the cleverest of us all.”
“Useless; I have only ideas of the last century; at my age it is impossible I should give good counsel.”
“Well, then, mother, refuse me your counsel, deprive me of your aid. In an hour I will hang all the Angevins in Paris.”