"This person is the queen!"
The abbé uttered an exclamation of grief.
"The queen! Oh, my God!"
"Yes, sir; the queen! I made inquiry as to the priest who would attend her, and learned it was you. I therefore came directly to seek an interview."
"But what do you require of me?" asked the priest, alarmed at the wild accents of the Chevalier.
"I wish—I wish nothing, sir. I implore, I entreat, I supplicate you!"
"For what, then?"
"To allow me to enter with you into the presence of her Majesty?"
"You are mad!" exclaimed the curé; "you would not only ruin me, but would sacrifice yourself."