“Ask her to come in.”
Andrée soon entered, dressed with her usual care, and smiling, though rather unquiet.
The queen’s answering smile quite reassured her.
“Go, my good Misery, and send me Leonard.”
When she was gone, “The king has been charming,” said the queen to Andrée; “he has laughed, and is quite disarmed.”
“But does he know, madame?”
“You understand, Andrée, that a woman does not tell falsehoods when she has done no wrong and is the Queen of France.”
“Certainly, madame.”
“Still, my dear Andrée, it seems we have been wrong——”
“Doubtless, madame, but how?”