“That is what I like best, then he will not disturb me.”
“Well, come and assist at my going to bed.”
“Then I shall be free to come back to bed?”
“Perfectly.”
“Well, so be it. But I shall make a bad courtier, I assure you; I am dying with sleep.”
“You shall yawn at your ease.”
“Sire, if your majesty will leave me, I will be with you in five minutes.”
“Well, then, five minutes, but no longer.”
As soon as the door was shut, the page jumped up. “Ah! St. Luc,” cried she, “you are going to leave me again. Mon Dieu! I shall die of fright here, if they discover me.”
“My dear Jeanne, Gaspard here will protect you.”