A carriage immediately drove up, they got in, and were immediately out of sight.
When they were gone, Madame de la Motte said to herself, “I have done right in this—for the rest, I must consider.”
CHAPTER XVIII.
MADEMOISELLE OLIVA.
During this time, the man who had pointed out the fictitious queen to the people touched on the shoulder another man who stood near him, in a shabby dress, and said. “For you, who are a journalist, here is a fine subject for an article.”
“How so?” replied the man.
“Shall I tell you?”
“Certainly.”
“The danger of being governed by a king who is governed by a queen who indulges in such paroxysms as these.”
The journalist laughed. “But the Bastile?” he said.
“Pooh, nonsense! I do not mean you to write it out plainly. Who can interfere with you if you relate the history of Prince Silou and the Princess Etteniotna, Queen of Narfec? What do you say to that?”