“Oh, it is I. It is all a mistake. Do not be so afraid; there is no harm done. At first I thought you were with the king; but the blue domino spoke German, and he does not.”
“Well, brother, on Saturday I went to bed at eleven.”
The count bowed, with an incredulous smile.
The queen rang. “Madame de Misery shall tell you.”
“Why do you not call Laurent also?” said he, laughing.
“Oh!” cried the queen in a rage, “not to be believed!”
“My dear sister, if I believed you, others would not.”
“What others?”
“Those who saw you as well as myself.”
“Who were they?”