“Yes, she knows you have debts; and when I told her you had advanced 100,000 francs——”

“You told her?”

“Yes; why not?” Jeanne put her hand in her pocket, and drew out the portfolio. “The queen sends you this with thanks; it is all right, for I have counted it.”

“Who cares for that? But the portfolio?”

“Well, it is not handsome.”

“It pleases me, nevertheless.”

“You have good taste.”

“Ah, you quiz me.”

“You have the same taste as the queen, at all events.”

“Then it was hers?”