“Most wonderfully, your majesty.”
“And what became of her?”
“We did not then know the great generosity of your majesty’s mind, and my father feared that this resemblance might be disagreeable to you; and when we were at Trianon we kept her out of sight.”
“You see, M. de Crosne. Ah! this interests you.”
“Much, madame.”
“Afterwards, dear Andrée?”
“Madame, this girl, who was of an ambitious disposition and troublesome temper, grew tired of this quiet life, and had doubtless made bad acquaintances, for one night when I went to bed I was surprised not to see her; we sought her in vain, she had disappeared.”
“Did she steal anything?”
“Nothing, madame.”
“You did not know all this, M. de Crosne?”