“And now,” said the old man, “go quickly;” and he pushed him away.
“Where do you wish me to go, sir?”
“Why, morbleu, over there.”
“Where?”
“To the queen.”
“No, I thank you, father.”
“How? No, I thank you! are you mad? You will not go after the queen?”
“My dear father, it is impossible!”
“Impossible to join the queen, who is expecting you?”
“Who is expecting me!”