"Ah! yes—'no news are good news.' I do not trust to proverbs, and above all to that one. You have no news from Navarre, then?"
"None—a proof that there is nothing to tell."
"And from Flanders?"
"Nothing."
"A proof that they are fighting. And from Paris?"
"Nothing."
"A proof that they are plotting."
"But, Crillon, I believe I am going to have a child, for the queen dreamed so last night."
"Well! I am happy to hear that your majesty is hungry this morning. Adieu, sire."
"Go, my good Crillon."