"How sweet these carnations smell! and what a beautiful young lady!"
"She has not seen me," murmured Morand, who, almost kneeling in the shade of the corridor, had quite escaped the notice of the queen.
"But you had a good view of her, had you not, Morand? Had not you, Geneviève?" said Maurice, doubly happy, first from the sight he had procured his friends, and also that he had afforded ever so slight a gratification to the unhappy prisoner.
"Oh, yes, yes!" said Geneviève; "I saw her very well, and were I to live for a thousand years, I should never forget her."
"And what do you think of her?"
"She is charming."
"And you, Morand."
Morand clasped his hands, but made no reply.
"Tell me," said Maurice, laughing, in a whisper to Geneviève, "is it the queen of whom Morand is enamoured?"
Geneviève started, but recovering herself instantly, replied smilingly,—