"I am quite so, I believe."
"Then the case is serious."
Joyeuse sighed.
"What is it? tell me."
Joyeuse tried to smile. "A great king like you, sire, would not care for such confidences."
"Yes, Henri, yes; tell me. It will amuse me," said the king.
"Sire, you deceive yourself; there is nothing in my grief that could amuse a noble heart like yours."
The king took the young man's hand.
"Do not be angry, Du Bouchage," said he; "you know that your king also has known the griefs of an unrequited love."
"I know it, sire, formerly."