"She was jealous and was always threatening; she had a pretty little poniard, which she used to keep on her work-table, and one day, the king went away and carried the poniard with him, saying that he did not wish any misfortune to happen to his successor."
"And Mlle. de Rebours?"
"Oh! they quarreled."
"Then La Fosseuse is the last?"
"Oh! mon Dieu! yes; the king is mad about her."
"But what does the queen say?"
"She carries her griefs to the foot of the crucifix," said the priest.
"Besides," said the officer, "she is ignorant of all these things."
"That is not possible," said Chicot.
"Why so?"