“Why so?”
“Because my rooms are the envy of too many gentlemen, to whom I certainly shall not give them up; M. de Roquelaure, for instance, M. de la Ferte, and M. de Dangeau, would all be anxious to get them.”
“In that case I shall leave you, monsieur le comte, and I shall go and offer to one of those gentlemen the plan I have just shown you, together with the advantages annexed to it.”
“But why do you not keep them for yourself?” inquired Saint-Aignan, suspiciously.
“Because the king would never do me the honor of paying me a visit openly, whilst he would readily go and see any one of those gentlemen.”
“What! the king would go and see any one of those gentlemen?”
“Go! most certainly he would ten times instead of once. Is it possible you can ask me if the king would go to an apartment which would bring him nearer to Mademoiselle de la Valliere?”
“Yes, indeed, delightfully near her, with a floor between them.”
Malicorne unfolded the piece of paper which had been wrapped round the bobbin. “Monsieur le comte,” he said, “have the goodness to observe that the flooring of Mademoiselle de la Valliere’s room is merely a wooden flooring.”
“Well?”