“1,600,000, madame.”
“With what intention?”
“That at least if your majesty would not have them no one else should.”
“Are you sure it is not for some mistress?”
“I am sure he would rather break it to pieces than see it on any other neck than your own.”
Marie Antoinette reflected, and her expressive countenance showed clearly every thought that passed through her mind. At last she said:
“What M. de Rohan has done is a noble trait of a delicate devotion, and you will thank him for me.”
“Oh yes, madame.”
“You will add, that he has proved to me his friendship, and that I accept it, but not his gift.”
“But, madame——”