“M. Philippe de Taverney, for instance.”
“My brother?” cried Andrée.
“Yes; shall we ask him?”
“Immediately.”
“Mon Dieu!” murmured Andrée, “my brother a witness!”
“Yes; I wish it;” and she went to seek him at his father’s.
He was just leaving, after the scene we have described with his father, when the messenger met him. He came quickly, and Marie Antoinette turned to him at once.
“Sir,” said she, “are you capable of speaking the truth?”
“Incapable of anything else, madame.”
“Well, then, say frankly, have you seen me at any public place within the last week?”