“Yours will do for us both.”
“No, I want a pension for them.”
“No, I will not bind myself to anything fixed; they will not let me forget them, and I will give when I have money to spare. I do not think much of this little Valois.”
Saying these words, Louis held out his hand to the queen, who, however, turned from him and said, “No, you are not good to me, and I am angry.”
“You bear malice,” said the king “and I——”
“Oh, you shut the gates against me; you come at half-past six to my room, and force open the door in a passion.”
“I was not in a passion,” said the king.
“You are not now, you mean.”
“What will you give me if I prove that I was not, even when I came in?”
“Let me see the proof.”