“Indeed,” said many, “the resemblance is incredible.”
“Monsieur,” said Jeanne to the speaker, who was a stout man, with quick observant eyes, “did you say the queen?”
“Oh! madame, there is no doubt of it.”
“And where is she?”
“Why, that young lady that you see there, on the violet cushions, and in such a state that she cannot moderate her transports, is the queen.”
“But on what do you found such an idea, monsieur?”
“Simply because it is the queen.” And he left Jeanne to go and spread his news among the rest.
She turned from the almost revolting spectacle, and going near to the door, found herself face to face with the two ladies she had seen enter. Scarcely had she seen the elder one than she uttered a cry of surprise.
“What is the matter?” asked the lady.
Jeanne took off her mask, and asked, “Do you recognize me, madame?”