"Yes, this Béarnais thought your aim was to make him quarrel with his wife, that you might not have to pay her dowry."
"Oh!"
"Mon Dieu, yes; that is what got into the head of that devil of a Béarnais."
"Go on, Chicot," said the king, beginning to look annoyed.
"Well! scarcely had he guessed that, than he became what you look now, sad and melancholy; so much so, that he hardly thought of Fosseuse."
"Bah!"
"Yes, really, and then he conceived that other love I told you of."
"But this man is a Turk—a Pagan. And what did Margot say?"
"This time, my son, you will be astonished. Margot was delighted."
"But what is the name of this new mistress?"