"Well!" said a voice from the darkness; "where are we?"
"Oh! by Heaven! we have reached the dessert."
"And the King of Navarre?"
"He has seen nothing. He is a perfect husband, and I wish my wife had one like him. But I fear she never will, even if she marries again."
"And King Charles?"
"Ah! the King. That is another thing. He has taken off the husband."
"Really?"
"It is as I tell you. Furthermore, he honored me by looking askance at me when he discovered that I belonged to Monsieur d'Alençon, and cross when he found out that I was your friend."
"You think, then, that he has heard me spoken of?"
"I fear that he has heard nothing very good of you. But that is not the point. I believe these ladies have a pilgrimage to make to the Rue de Roi de Sicile, and that we are to take them there."