“Because I am sure that your apartment ought, providentially, to be under Mademoiselle de la Valliere’s room.”
Saint-Aignan, at this remark, gave poor Malicorne a look, similar to one of those La Valliere had already given a quarter of an hour before, that is to say, he thought he had lost his senses.
“Monsieur,” said Malicorne to him, “I wish to answer what you are thinking about.”
“What do you mean by ‘what I am thinking about’?”
“My reason is, that you have not clearly understood what I want to convey.”
“I admit it.”
“Well, then, you are aware that underneath the apartments set for Madame’s maids of honor, the gentlemen in attendance on the king and on Monsieur are lodged.”
“Yes, I know that, since Manicamp, De Wardes, and others are living there.”
“Precisely. Well, monsieur, admire the singularity of the circumstance; the two rooms destined for M. de Guiche are exactly the very two rooms situated underneath those which Mademoiselle de Montalais and Mademoiselle de la Valliere occupy.”
“Well; what then?”