"Waiting! for what?"
"Have you not told me, dearest Marguerite," said the duke, drawing his armchair close up to his sister's, "that your marriage with the King of Navarre was contracted against your wishes?"
"Yes, no doubt. I did not know the Prince of Béarn when he was proposed to me as a husband."
"And after you came to know him, did you not tell me that you felt no love for him?"
"I told you so; it is true."
"Was it not your opinion that this marriage would make you unhappy?"
"My dear François," said Marguerite, "when a marriage is not the height of happiness it is almost always the depth of wretchedness."
"Well, then, my dear Marguerite, as I said to you,—I am waiting."
"But what are you waiting for?"
"For you to display your joy!"