“Your majesty ought not to have believed the report of my death.”
“Why not? Alas! we are all mortal; and you may perceive how rapidly I, your younger sister, as we used formerly to say, am approaching the tomb.”
“If your majesty believed me dead, you ought, in that case, to have been astonished not to have received the news.”
“Death not unfrequently takes us by surprise, duchesse.”
“Oh! your majesty, those who are burdened with secrets such as we have just now discussed must, as a necessity of their nature, satisfy their craving desire to divulge them, and they feel they must gratify that desire before they die. Among the various preparations for their final journey, the task of placing their papers in order is not omitted.”
The queen started.
“Your majesty will be sure to learn, in a particular manner, the day of my death.”
“In what way?”
“Because your majesty will receive the next day, under several coverings, everything connected with our mysterious correspondence of former times.”
“Did you not burn them?” cried Anne, in alarm.