"Ah!" said the regent, "it is a question of my deposition, and these letters, I suppose, were to be given to the king?"
"To-morrow, monseigneur."
"By whom?"——"The marshal."
"Villeroy?"
"Himself."
"How did he determine on such a thing?"
"It was not he; it was his wife, monseigneur."
"Another of Richelieu's tricks?"
"You are right, monseigneur."
"And from whom do you get these papers?"