"Go down to the Queen of Navarre's pazza, and you will find your lover there!"
"Oh!" exclaimed Madame de Sauve.
Catharine shrugged her shoulders.
"Are you jealous, pray?" asked the queen mother.
"I?" exclaimed Madame de Sauve, recalling her fast-failing strength.
"Yes, you! I should like to see a Frenchwoman's jealousy."
"But," said Madame de Sauve, "how should your majesty expect me to be jealous except out of vanity? I love the King of Navarre only as far as your majesty's service requires it."
Catharine gazed at her for a moment with dreamy eyes.
"What you tell me may on the whole be true," she murmured.
"Your majesty reads my heart."