“I believe not.”
“So much the better.”
The queen mechanically moved to the door, but said again, “Will you explain yourself?”
“Will not your majesty believe your humble servant for the present, that you were running a great risk?”
“But what risk?”
“I will have the honor to tell your majesty whenever you will grant me an hour’s audience; but it would take too long now;” and seeing that the queen looked displeased, “Pray, madame,” said she, turning to the Princess Lamballe, “join your petitions to mine that the queen should leave this place immediately.”
“I think we had better, madame,” said the princess.
“Well, then, I will,” answered the queen; then, turning to Madame de la Motte, “You ask for an audience?” she said.
“I beg for that honor, that I may explain this conduct to your majesty.”
“Well, bring this box with you, and you shall be admitted; Laurent, the porter, shall have orders to do so.” Then going into the street, she called in German, “Kommen sie da, Weber.”