She came in instantly, as usual, opened all the doors and windows, to let in light and fresh air.
“You sleep well, madame,” said the king, seating himself, and casting scrutinizing glances round the room.
“Yes, sire, I read late, and had your majesty not disturbed me, might have slept for some time longer.”
“How was it that you did not receive visitors yesterday?” asked the king.
“Whom do you mean?—M. de Provence,” said the queen, with great presence of mind.
“Yes, exactly; he wished to pay his respects to you, and was refused.”
“Well!”
“They said you were out.”
“Did they say that?” asked the queen carelessly. “Madame de Misery——”
The lady appeared, bringing in with her a number of letters on a gold salver. “Did your majesty call?” she asked.