“What did you go there for?”
“I went to M. Mesmer’s, Place Vendôme.”
The two witnesses trembled. The king colored with delight.
“Alone?” asked the king.
“No, sire; with the queen.”
“With the queen?” cried Louis, seizing her hand.
“Yes, sire.”
M. de Provence and M. de Crosne looked stupefied.
“Your majesty had authorized the queen to go; at least, so she told me,” continued the princess.
“It was true, cousin: gentlemen, I breathe again; Madame de Lamballe never tells a falsehood.”