“It is more than giving, is it not?”

“A thousand times.”

“So I thought.”

The cardinal rose and came towards her. “Do not deceive me,” he said.

“One does not play with the affections of a man like you, monseigneur.”

“Then it is true?”

“The exact truth.”

“I have a secret with the queen!” and he pressed Jeanne’s hand.

“I like that clasp of the hand,” she said, “it is like one man to another.”

“It is that of a happy man to a protecting angel.”