“Yes, sire; and we could scarcely have been seen, for every one was occupied with the experiments going on, when a lady approached the queen, and, offering her a mask, implored her to turn back.”
“And you stopped?”
“Yes, sire.”
“You never went through the rooms?” asked M. de Crosne.
“No, monsieur.”
“And you never quitted the queen?” asked the king.
“Not for a moment, sire. Her majesty never left my arm.”
“Now!” cried the king, “what do you say, M. de Crosne? and you, brother?”
“It is extraordinary, quite supernatural,” said the count, who affected a gaiety which could not conceal his disappointment.
“There is nothing supernatural,” said M. de Crosne, who felt real remorse: “what Madame de Lamballe says is undoubtedly true; therefore my informants must have been mistaken.”