Henri rubbed his hands joyfully.
"What will she do?" cried he. "Will she move heaven and earth—bring Spain on Navarre—Artois and Flanders on Spain? Will she call in her little brother Henriquet against her husband Henri?"
"It is possible."
"You saw her?"
"Yes."
"Then they execrate each other?"
"I believe that in their hearts they do not adore each other."
"But in appearance?"
"They are the best friends in the world."
"Yes, but some fine morning some new love will embroil them completely."